#ahhaaaheeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy love this once again plum

[lukaimin]

[eloves-writes]

and then his dad walks in ...

desc. : luke accidentally walks in on jess and his girlfriend, then has to drive her home

a/n : hello paternal figure!luke. i had the idea for this ages ago & it took me forever to write & i haven’t proof read it properly yet but yeah enjoy! also i don’t i’ve ever written anything vaguely smutty before so the first paragraph is probably dodgy as. anyways!

read part two here!

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jess’s heavenly hands trailed up your bare torso as you straddled him, groping you through your lacy bra and eliciting a gentle whimper from you. he sat up to reach his mouth to your neck, continuing to mark you with plum coloured bites all the way down to your bra. you could feel him hard underneath you as you tried to catch your breath. a singular moan slipped out when his finger found it’s way under your panties- but was quickly withdrawn.

‘what, you need something in your mouth to keep you quiet? volume down, there’s people downstairs,’ jess whispered gruffly.

‘i’m sorry,’ you murmured, moving his hand back to where it was.

‘desperate.’

‘says you,’ you replied with a devilish grin as you moved your hips against him minutely, this time causing him to groan.

his strong arms pulled you down onto him as you laughed, silencing you with an innocent kiss that quickly regained it’s hunger. you began to fiddle with his belt buckle before hearing the apartment door open.

‘OH LORD!’ luke exclaimed, covering his eyes and reversing back out of the door. you jumped out of your skin, instinctively pushing jess’s hands off of you and covering your chest. ‘PUT A SIGN ON THE DOOR OR SOMETHING, JEEZ.’ he shouted through the closed door.

you wanted to crawl into a ball and be kicked very hard. jess snorted hautily and placed his hands on your waist, comfortably holding your body and waiting for your next move.

‘oh my god. i don’t think i can ever leave this room again,’ you whined, covering your pink face. you moved his hands once again, climbing off his lap and starting to dress yourself. ‘seriously, this is humiliating. luke has seen me naked. your uncle luke. luke from the diner. luke.’

‘i am aware of the presence of luke in our lives.’

‘jess!’

‘i’m sorry, i’m sorry,’ he pouted dramatically. he stood up and threw on a shirt. ‘shall we?’

‘shall we what?’

‘well, you’re going to have to face him eventually. let’s get it over with, and we can continue this at your place.’

‘not going to happen.’

‘which part,’ jess smirked.

you gently pushed him, him falling over in mock agony.

‘i’ve got to get home anyway,’ you sighed, pulling on a sweater. ‘i’ve got-’

‘homework?’ jess finished with a smile. he walked over and wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you into him; you stood there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes whilst he played with a loose strand of your hair.

‘can i come over later?’ he asked in a whisper.

you hummed a yes, resting your head on his chest. he kissed your forehead, a small gesture he knew you appreciated more than anything else he could do to you.

‘i really should get going,’ you murmured, lifting your head.

‘ok. i’ll see you around 8, i’ll bring food.’

‘pizza?’

‘always.’

‘well now i really love you.’

jess smiled. ‘i love you too. walk quickly.’

you gave him a momentarily confused look.

‘through the diner. you know, luke.’

‘oh god, don’t remind me,’ you grimaced.

you kissed him goodbye and headed downstairs into the diner, accidentally running straight into exactly who you were trying to avoid. apparently, your eyes had stopped working and weren’t able to check if he was in the kitchen or taking an order before you walked into the room.

‘hi luke,’ you wavered, fidgeting uncomfortably.

‘y/n.’

you exchanged a strained nod before he continued about his business, clearly just as uncomfortable as you.

as you crossed the diner and approached the door, a heavy rushing met your ears. outside of the diner windows rain began pouring into the pavements like waves crashing onto the shore. this handsome cascade had been forecast for the next day, but since the universe was evidently on your side today it had started early, because it knew rory was borrowing your car and you were walking home.

luke stood behind the counter and watched you broodingly watch the rain, feeling an unusual paternal sting to offer you a ride home.

‘hey kid,’ he spoke hesitantly. ‘you need a ride?’

you carefully evaluated your choices; it would take 10 minutes to walk home from here, and the way it looked outside you would probably drown before you got there- but that could be preferable to 5 minutes alone in the car with luke. maybe not though, it was starting to get a little dark out which meant it would be getting even colder. and, on par with the other happy coincidences of the day, you didn’t bring a jacket.

you took a deep breath. ‘sure.’

luke looked shocked, as if he hadn’t actually expected you to say yes. he in fact hadn’t, and was wondering why on earth he’d offered.

the two of you exchanged an awkward beat of eye contact, as if you’d both forgotten how to act like normal human beings.

‘alright then,’ he said, throwing the cloth he was using to wipe the counter into the kitchen. ‘ceaser, i’ll be back in 10.’

you followed him outside to his truck and hastily climbed into the passenger seat trying not to get wet. luke put the keys into the ignition and started the car, pulling out of his parking spot and beginning to drive down the road. the air was thick with heavy awkwardness.

‘where are we going?’ he asked, cutting into the tension.

‘my house.’

‘and that is?’

‘oh, right, yeah. sorry. oak tree lane, opposite lorelai and rory’s.’

‘got it.’

ticklish silence fell again.

after too many more minutes, luke spoke again.

‘so. you and jess, huh?’

you internally cringed at the conversation to come. 

‘yeah, sure,’ you replied dismissively, hoping it might end there.

it didn’t.

‘you’re, uhm, dating?’

‘yeah.’

...

‘are you, ah, being safe?’

your cheeks blushed crimson; you were grateful for the darkness outside and lack of lights in the car. you quickly choked out a ‘yes’.

‘good,’ he falsely conceded. ‘i mean not good that you’re- whatever you’re doing. it’s good you’re being safe, lorelai would be pleased. not pleased, just glad you won’t get p-’

‘i get it,’ you interjected. ‘you’re not going to be a grandpa. or whatever you call it, i forget you’re not really his dad.’

luke’s face shifted from slight discomfort to a softer shade you’d never seen on him before. he cleared his throat.

‘really?’

‘yeah. he talks about you like you’re his dad, and you definitely act like it.’

‘i do?’

‘you do,’ you replied, studying his expression. you placed it on something in the realm of bittersweet and relieved, with a tint of shock. his usually solemn face was difficult to read when it was painted with feeling. the truck came to a gentle halt at the end of your driveway. before you got out, you looked over to him.

‘you think he hates me?’ luke added unsurely.

‘not at all,’ you answered, giving him a reassuring smile. ‘i don't think there’ll be hugs and kisses anytime soon, but he doesn't hate you.’

‘and he’s ok?’

his questioned posed a deeper meaning than it seemed on the surface. beneath his hardened exterior, luke really did care about jess.

‘yes. he’s ok.’

‘good. and i better not ever see you half-naked a metre away from my bed again,’ -you whined in embarrassment, both of you laughing at the awkwardness of the situation- ‘seriously, put a sign on the door. or a tie, or something.’

you rolled your eyes before swinging open the truck door and climbing out, moving at a quickened pace across your lawn since the rain was still pelting down from the clouded black sky. approaching your door, you turned to wave goodbye to luke. he waved back, hiding a sweet smile as he drove off.

[littlemousejelly]

i would do whatever you wanted (this is what it feels like)

(also on ao3)

Kara's not entirely sure what comes over her, not entirely sure of anything but how beautiful Lena is today—how cozy and warm and soft and devastatingly sexy she looks—and all she's doing is just sitting at the table in a ribbed, black turtleneck and black jeans, with her flawless brows and plum-dark lip, and her wavy hair up in a bun that's somehow managing to exist in the limbo between neat and messy, her little flyaway hairs just begging for Kara to curl her fingers in.

No, Kara's not entirely sure what comes over her, but as has become increasingly common lately, finds herself alone with Lena while she's looking this lovely, and she just can't stop staring and wondering—

"Can I kiss your stomach?" she asks.

Lena's perfect eyebrows lift in surprise, but she calmly sets her mug of hot tea down.

"Excuse me?" she says, like she just wants to clarify that Kara's indeed lost all of her marbles, and maybe some of someone else’s too.

"Uh, I mean," Kara flounders, blinking quickly and waving her hands wildly like the next words out of her mouth are an explanation and not, once again, "Can I kiss your stomach?"

Lena's face is unreadable as she levels Kara with a look and folds her arms on the table.

"Whatever could've possessed you to want to do that, Kara?" she asks, like she isn't the most beautiful woman Kara's ever seen.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Kara says earnestly. "And also you look so soft and warm in that sweater, which just got me thinking about how soft and warm your skin probably is underneath. And that got me thinking about feeling how soft and warm you are, uh, with my mouth, but it felt too awkward to ask to kiss your neck 'cause that's a little inappropriate, and I can't kiss your shoulders 'cause that involves stretching your sweater too much or taking it off—which is also inappropriate—so… stomach is what I came up with."

"Uhuh," says Lena, looking incredibly unimpressed.

"'Cause you can just… lift your sweater up a little," Kara explains weakly, miming the motion.

"Right, I got that," Lena says, because of course she did. She's a world-saving genius.

"Right," Kara echoes, pressing her lips together and fighting the urge to fidget.

Lena doesn't say anything more, just sits there tapping the fingers of one hand against the elbow of the other, and Kara considers flying around the planet a couple hundred times to cool the embarrassed flush burning the tips of her ears.

Right around the time Kara decides she might need to go for a dip in the arctic too for good measure, Lena abruptly says, "Sure, why not."

"What?" Kara asks over her shoulder, one leg comically dangling where it's hooked over the balcony railing.

Lena smiles at her. "I said, 'Sure, why not.'"

Kara hops unsteadily, cape swishing and twisting around her one grounded leg as she awkwardly hauls her other leg back over the railing, then dashes back to stand in front of Lena.

"Really?" she asks, incredulous.

"Mmhm, why not," Lena repeats with a light shrug. She curls her fingers under the hem of her sweater and Kara's eyes immediately follow. "so…"

"Um! Yes!" Kara says unnecessarily, and loudly, too loud, as she drops to her knees in front of the low stool Lena's perched on. Lena doesn't immediately lift her top up but Kara keeps staring, unblinking, afraid to miss anything.

"Everything okay?" Lena asks, and Kara could kiss her best friend for checking in right now, moments away from pulling her sweater up to let Kara put her mouth on her stomach.

"Absolutely, a hundred percent," Kara says, tearing her eyes away for just a second to meet Lena's gaze and smile reassuringly. "So okay."

"Okay," Lena says, fingers going white-knuckled as she starts to—

"Are you okay?" Kara blurts, looking up at her again because it's important. It's so, so important that Lena be okay with. Whatever the fuck this is.

There's a delicate rosiness to her cheeks that Kara hadn't noticed before.

"Yeah, of course!" Lena says emphatically, which is at odds with the way she nervously licks out at her lower lip. Kara is utterly enthralled by the damp it leaves behind. "It's just a little embarrassing, is all."

"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry, we don't have to do this!" Kara says, preparing to get up and pretend like this never happened.

"No, I mean," Lena lowers the sweater hem back to her lap and Kara pauses. "I mean, Kara, you're Supergirl. Powered by the sun. Practically a god, and built like one too. And I'm a very human woman."

Understanding dawns on Kara and she lifts both hands to squeeze comfortingly at Lena's thighs, opting to leave them there afterwards as she leans in confidentially.

"Lena, I know for a fact that you work out more than me and eat healthier," she says. "Honestly? They should've gotten you to do the healthy eating PSA instead."

Lena snorts and Kara grins, pressing on.

"But even if you didn't, I'd think you were gorgeous. You are gorgeous, Lena, and I'd really like to put my mouth on you if that's okay with you."

Lena's breath catches and her cheeks are even rosier, but she seems less anxious than she'd been before.

"I'd like that," she says softly, fiddling with her sweater hem.

"Me too," Kara says, eyes once more glued to Lena's fingers. "Very much."

Lena slowly lifts her sweater up then and Kara feels her pounding heartbeat match every aching millimeter of revealed skin.

"Oh wow," Kara breathes, helplessly scooting closer to squeeze between Lena's legs, hands sliding up her thighs and around to press at the skin of her lower back. "Wow, you're even prettier than I imagined. And so soft. And warm."

Lena squirms slightly, voice airy when she says, "You're warm too. Your hands."

Kara curls her fingers to scratch lightly at Lena's back, something gooey settling in her belly when a tiny noise catches in Lena's throat as her back arches.

"Can I kiss you now?" she asks, voice low.

"Yeah," Lena whispers.

Kara leans in and indulgently nuzzles at a smattering of freckles she spots on the skin of Lena's stomach, breathing in the sweet, clean smell she recognizes as Lena's natural scent.

"Y'smell good," she mumbles, lips tickling where they brush against soft belly.

Lena makes another little sound, thighs squeezing around Kara's shoulders, and the gooey something in her stomach grows warm.

Kara kisses Lena's belly properly, once over a freckle, then once again, then twice, hands keeping her close as her kisses meander left and right, up and down. And down. And—

Lena's breath keeps hitching, heart beating drumline loud in Kara's ears, or maybe it's her own heart.

"Doing okay?" she asks, mouth still smooshed to soft skin.

"Mmhm," Lena hums, pitch high and tilting higher when Kara mouths another kiss right over the waistband of her mid-rise jeans.

Kara brings her hands back around and slips her thumbs just under the waistband, stifling the desire to moan when Lena trembles. She tugs ever-so-slightly downward, revealing lovely skin reddened and creased by the press of denim. She coos sympathetically and dips forward, moving her lips softly over the unhappy lines like the gentle press of her mouth could possibly erase hours of being squeezed by jeans.

"Doesn't hurt?" she asks, thumbs brushing over the creases across Lena's stomach

"No, you're very gentle," Lena reassures her, releasing her sweater with one hand to scratch her scalp.

Kara's eyes slip closed involuntarily and she hums.

"Mm, good, that's really nice," she mumbles about the blunt nails working through her hair, feeling warm and happy from that and the affirmation. "But I meant the lines from the jeans."

"Oh."

The fingers still and Kara nuzzles at Lena's belly with an entreating noise, hoping to encourage her to keep going. Luckily, she does, and Kara sighs contentedly, moving her lips against Lena's stomach again and enjoying the light drag of skin on skin.

"Um, no, those don't hurt," Lena says as she runs her fingers through Kara's hair.

"'Kay, good," says Kara. "just checking."

She slides her left hand over to thumb at the button of Lena's jeans as she presses increasingly wet kisses along the revealed skin just under the waistband.

It almost seems like Lena lifts her hips up into her mouth and hands, and god, she wants—

"Can I…?" Kara asks, tapping the button.

"Yeah," Lena says, more breath than sound.

Kara likes the way her voice sounds like that. She unbuttons Lena's jeans, then eases the zipper down and peels the denim away, freeing more pretty skin and a hint of black lace.

"Wow," she says again, because the first two times weren't enough.

And then because there are no more words that could suffice, she leans in and drags her tongue over Lena's hipbone, just above the lace.

Lena whimpers, fingers tightening in Kara's hair, and Kara freezes with her tongue halfway out. She cautiously scrapes her teeth lightly over the bone and is rewarded with a shuddery gasp and a tug to the back of her head. Both excellent reactions.

She has to experiment then, alternating between kisses and licks and little nips and scrapes of her teeth, moving up until her head is bumping into the hand Lena is using to hold her sweater out of the way and kissing back down in a curve following her ribcage, first left then right, lingering every time she meets a freckle and every time a spot makes Lena squirm on the stool or squeeze her thighs inwards.

In this manner, Kara eventually maps all of Lena's soft belly, knows that scraping her teeth against a rib on her left side makes her hiss and pull at Kara's hair; knows that slow kisses up and down the middle of her tummy makes her breathe deep and rub Kara's scalp; knows that the wetter she makes her kisses below belly button level, the more she whimpers and rolls her hips up and clutches at Kara's head.

It's one of these times, while Kara is swirling her tongue somewhere between her belly button and the tantalizing lace of her underwear, that Lena curls forward with a breathy moan and weakly pushes Kara away.

"Okay," she says, voice scratchy. "Okay, I can't take anymore."

Kara whines unhappily, pout pulling the corners of her mouth down and scrunching her brows, but stops immediately.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, worried.

Lena drops her sweater and covers her face with both hands.

“Lena?” Kara asks, carefully wrapping her fingers around her wrists and trying not to let too much panic bleed into her voice. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Lena sucks in a shaky breath, wetting her lips.

“I’m okay,” she mumbles from behind her hands. “You didn’t hurt me. It just—” She pauses and breathes out slowly, finishing in a near-whisper. “It was just starting to feel too good.”

“Oh,” Kara says, blinking. She strokes her thumbs against her wrists, feeling the strong pulse hammering just under the thin skin. "It felt good?"

"Yeah," Lena says, and when she lets Kara gently pull her hands away, she's blushing prettily.

"It felt good for me too," Kara admits shyly, rubbing her cheek against the back of Lena's hand, heart swelling to the size of a blue whale, or something else equally big and maybe not as blue.

"Oh, okay, good," Lena says, smiling wide and dimply. She brushes her knuckles tenderly across Kara's cheek.

"I really like how it feels to have my mouth on you," Kara says.

Lena shivers slightly, the corner of her mouth quirking up.

"I… really like it too. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

"But not now?" Kara asks, more than a little disappointed.

Lena nibbles at her lip and Kara spares a moment to marvel at the way her lipstick has held so perfectly before her focus is drawn to the motion of her reaching for her sweater again.

"I guess..." Lena starts, lifting her top up. "I guess a little more now couldn't hurt…"

Kara grins and leans in.

——

"Do you think it's safe to go back in yet?" Nia asks, leaning with one foot against the wall.

Brainy presses his ear to the door, listens for a beat, then shakes his head with a shrug.

"Unclear," he says, before mirroring her on the other side of the door.

"Maybe it's better to just wait for them to come out…"

[fic-dumpster]

im chubby, so do you think the bonten guys would think im cute - 👺 anon [hi im new]

Hi!! Welcome 💕🥺💕

I’m a chubby girl too! I feel you 🥺💕 Chubby readers unite!

Anyway!! I’m so happy you sent this ask^^ Thank you for feeling comfortable and asking for this kind of content that’s almost non-existent.

Also, I’m participating in a collab with a Takeomi x chubby!Reader smut fic! So stay tuned *wink*

1k+ words | Bonten x Chubby!reader | smutish(?), fluff(?), comfort fic(?), not edited, idk what I did but I did it. :D

Space, that's what you wanted to give them. Car rides made you anxious and extremely self-conscious. Sitting between Sanzu and Kakucho didn't help as they had their legs wide open in the back seat, crushing your plump thighs together.

What you failed to notice is that they were doing it on purpose. Both men glanced your way, adoring how you squirmed, and your round cheeks flushed at their actions. A third pair of eyes checked the rearview mirror very often. Kokonoi was on the wheel, and he didn't want to miss your bashful expression.

And your worries got worse since the car stopped to pick Ran and Rindou. A discussion between the two could be heard outside, something about sitting in the back. And your face fell- thinking that they were fighting for the front seat, a burning sensation filled your chest. Where they uncomfortable with you there?

But you were as clueless as always; what the brothers discussed outside did have something to do with you. Although no how you imagined it. Both of them wanted to sit on the back, knowing full well that you would be there. Ran had spent some time with you yesterday, so Rindou insisted that he should be the one sharing the backseat with their baby. Still, Ran wasn't going to give so easily. That's why they were bickering outside the car.

The sound of the door being open surprised you; it was Rindou stepping in with a triumphant smile. Looking around, you didn't understand since there was no more room. Was he going to get something or what- Kakucho’s hand fastly unbuckled your seatbelt and began to drag you towards him- You panicked.

“Wait, no! I- I’m h-heav- y,” looking down, you whispered the last word as you tried to roll down the short dress that moved when Kakucho grabbed you.

“Why are you going all shy on us now? Hmm?” Sanzu’s face was in front of you in a second with one of his signature lazy smiles. “Pretty in that dress and being a tease, aren't you? Showing so much skin for us?” His hand scurried to your soft thigh.

Sanzu didn't get to enjoy much because, In a blink of an eye, you were being hoisted up by Kakucho and placed on his lap. “So what if you're heavy? Baby, you don't have to worry about that,” his big arms tightly surrounded your curvy form, “I love how you feel on me, so soft, so flush and warm,” at every word, his grip brought you closer. You could clearly feel his firm chest against your own.

“B-but, uh, besides, I don't exactly have the ideal body type and-” you couldn't keep eye contact.

“Ideal, my ass,” exclaimed the younger Haitani. He didn't like when you doubted yourself; it was like a stab in the heart, “Baby, understand that I’m fucking hard from seeing you all dolled up in that dress. I wanna rip it off and hug your plum body myself, not a tight piece of clothing,”

“Told you, Baby,” you heard Kokonoi mumble from the driver's seat. Like you are the only one suffering from tight pants, Rindou. Though Koko.

Ah, yes. You remember earlier today your chat with the fox-eyed man.

“What if people say something? I don't think I look good in it.” worry clouded your mind once again.

“Baby, I don't think you understand.” Kokonoi stood behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, “This,” Kokonoi caressed your sides, “is only for us to look at, and only our opinion matters,” his fingers brushed the hem of the dress, “and I think you look cute. They are gonna go crazy for you.” said the long-haired man, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on your skin.

The ring of a phone took you out of your thoughts; it was Ran’s. He picked up once he read the id caller. “Baby, it's for you,” Ran passed the phone towards the back, but before you could take it, he spoke again. “You know, I feel like I need to remind you how yesterday you weren't complaining about sitting on my face,” a smirk formed on the elder Haitani’s lips.

It was like a chain reading. You felt Kakucho under you tense at what Ran let out; Kokonoi swerved the car; Sanzu changed his lazy smile for a wicked one, and Rindou groaned in frustration.

You froze with the phone in hand. Ran did it on purpose; railing everyone up for you was one of his favorite things to do. After all, the embarrassed look on your face gave his body goosebumps. You looked so cute fidgeting on Kakucho’s lap.

“Y/N, baby?” You heard Takeomi’s rough voice on the phone; quickly, you put it again in your ear.

“Hi?” you lowered your voice.

“I wanna feel those plush thighs on me tonight, got it?” A weak whimper escaped your lips, calling Kakucho’s attention, “and Mikey says to send him pictures of your cute outfit, he heard Koko got a very nice little piece for our baby.” you missed them since both went on business outside of Tokyo a couple of days ago and only Takeomi came back tonight.

“O-okay,” you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself, “I’ll take pictures of my- myself,” and the phone was snatched from your hand.

“Okay, Takeomi, I’ll help her, don’t worry, bye!” Sanzu didn't even give you or Takeomi time to say anything when he hung the phone.

“You’re hogging Y/N, Kakucho,” complained Rindou, “pass her here,” he patted his lap.

“But Rindou-”

“Baby, come on. You look so good today,” was Rindou pouting? “I wanna have you on my lap too.” reluctantly, Kakucho gave in after you promised to sit with him at the meeting. And as You crawled over Sanzu, who now sat at the middle. He took the opportunity to sit you on his lap before you could reach Rindou.

“My pretty, pretty baby,” the pinknette’s head rested on your voluptuous chest. He guided your hand towards his head.

“Sanzu!” Rindou lifted the pinknette’s head, “I asked first.”

“Okay,” Sanzu simply answered.

“Don’t okay me,”

“Stop your fighting, you two,” groaned Ran.

“You caused this,” Kokonoi told Ran.

“Y/N, come back here,” Kakucho tried to pull you back.

“No,” Both mullet wearers spoke at the same time.

Your laugh interrupted their bickering, “There’s enough of me for all of you,” you laughed at your own sad joke, “I love you all,” you let out.

Not even a second passed, and you heard the five of them saying it back, in their own way, of course. They sure know how to make you feel wanted and pretty. Because in their eyes, you are.

“But don’t make those jokes,” Kokonoi scolded you, “I can barely have you for myself, lately.”

[shibaraki]

tags: AFAB reader (pregnancy), miya twins mother is a single parent, osamu POV, angst and fluff

As a child Osamu only asked his mama once about where his father was and felt regret soon thereafter, as her face had twisted in hurt. Though it wasn't because of him, he hadn't known that at the time, so he never brought it up again.

He spoke about it with 'Tsumu a few times over the years, but his older twin dealt with their fathers absence bitterly and hid behind his anger to protect himself. Osamu handled it differently.

Whilst he didn't feel any longing for a father figure, having been raised a happy child and thoroughly cherished, he only felt curious about who the man was.

Once they were old enough, their mama sat them down and solemnly asked if they would want to know about him. Atsumu flat out refused, he doesn't know shit about us so I don't need ta' know shit about him, but Osamu stayed to listen.

They had been high school sweethearts, freshly graduated and excited for the life they had ahead of them. But that simple dream would soon diminish, the break down of their relationship beginning with a small pregnancy test.

Initially their father had said he would support her, but those words were proven empty during her first scan. As she recited the memory she held their first sonogram between her fingers with glassy eyes. On the screen there'd been not one foetus, but two. Identical twins, soon to be her brilliant sons, each the size of a single plum. Her blessings. She recalled that she had glanced to her boyfriend excitedly only to be met with an expression of horror. I can't do this, he'd told her. I never wanted this. You said you were being careful, you tricked me didn't you?

A while later I calculated a rough estimate of when you two were conceived, she'd smiled weakly. During that week I was on antibiotics, it probably disrupted my contraception. Which is why I always stress that you use condoms, even if it embarrasses you!

Years later here he is sitting beside you, your hand trembling and enclosed in his as he stares at the black and white screen. The image is grainy and the shapes are awkward but they're there - his child, the child you had created together.

He presses a firm kiss to your knuckles, overcome with emotion as reality sets in. He's going to be a dad, in less than a year there will be a little person in the world that is half of himself and half of you.

Love fills him until it spills over and it pours and pours. Your cheeks are damp and your expression one of pure joy. As you lean over to pull him into a kiss, as you thank him for giving you a family, he can't help but think of his own father. He will never understand how he could walk away from this.

He thinks of his mama watching him on the grainy screen alone, her hand empty, and he cries for her.

The next day he stands with his arm around your waist in his childhood home and presents the woman that raised him with the first photograph taken of her grandchild. When she throws her arms around him he lets her cradle the back of his head while she weeps.

[teeth-farie]

Guppy

Leviathan/AFAB Reader

☞. . . My very first Kofi request!! The requester wanted mommy kink, reader calling Levi ‘guppy’, and inexperienced Levi. I hope you like it! (1.6k words)

The low bubbling of Henry’s fish tank fills your ears with a pleasant humming, and the soft blue light illuminates the room in a hazy glow. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember reading an article about how fish tanks reduce anxiety—that dentists offices and therapy rooms have little tanks of colorful fish and bubbling chests for a reason.

Leviathan doesn’t look like he’s at ease in the slightest.

His red face contrasts the blue tank harshly, blending everything to a plum purple. You have him reclined against his plump bean bag chair, something far more comfortable than the bathtub he insists he sleeps in.

Gently, carefully, you push his legs apart and sit between them. “How’s mommy’s little guppy doing, hm?” You rub little circles of calm into his thighs and Leviathan gives a weak jut of his hips in pure reflex. He clenches his fists up by his chest, tight against himself in a poor attempt to sooth his rapidly beating heart. “G-good,” he gasps out, torn between shutting his eyes tight or keeping them peeled to watch your every move.

Your smile is so kind, so nice, so much more than Leviathan ever deserved. You’re too good for him, too sweet and caring and loving and he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve to be your baby—

“Levi, guppy? Come back to me, come back to mommy.”

The air comes rushing back to him in a hiccuped whine. “There he is, there’s my boy. So pretty and good for mommy, aren’t you?”

He sniffles, a pitiful little snurk from his scrunched nose. “I-I’m not good, I’m- I’m a bad baby,” his thighs press tight together and thankfully, you slip your hands out before they could get crushed. “You’re good Levi, you're my good baby guppy. Why do you think you’re bad?”

Leviathan’s eyes are glossy and wet, reflecting those orange near bioluminescent glows. “I don’t know how to do anything like this! I-it’s new and I don’t know— b-but I’m gross down there— I’m yucky and weird and, and,”

“Oh, baby,” you frown and Levi fears he’s made you upset. “I don’t care about what your parts look like, and I don’t mind if this is your first time or if you fumble a little bit.” You rub over his knees, leaning forward to rest your chin on top of them.

Levi’s breath hitches. Mommy’s leaning on him now, you’re hugging his legs because you love him and you don’t think he’s gross. His chest swells and swirls with the feeling and it feels like he’ll choke. “Mommy will take care of you. My little guppy is just inexperienced, that’s all.”

He feels so liquid, so muddied and pliant. Leviathan wants you to take care of him, he wants to be good and spoiled and happy—he wants his mommy.

“M-mommyyy,” his legs fall apart again, a little wet patch in his underwear. You hook your fingers under the band, and pull. Levi’s not much help, but it’s endearing to see him try and push his hips up for you. Once his Ruri-Chan patterned underwear is tossed aside, you’re greeted with what looks to be a vent of some kind. The lips are chubby and tinged a cool purple, little scales coating the top of his mound. “Oh, guppy! You’re so cute down there!” You give a tentative stroke along the seam with your pointer finger. The lips of his vent seem to try and suck you in, coating your fingertip with a viscous slick. Levi’s breathing has gotten faster, his chest rising and falling quickly. “It’s- y-you think- oh hell!” Leviathan slaps his hands over his face, hips rutting up into your fingers.

You tut, petting the cool scales of his mound. They’re softer than you expected, smooth and gentle. “Is that any language for a baby?”

“N-no, m’sorry mommy, m’sorry, sorry,”

“That’s ok,” you push the chubby lips aside and peer closely to his cloaca, awe filling your eyes as you see the two little cockheads of his hemipenes wiggling their way out. “You must have been overwhelmed, poor guppy. Just look at that! You must be so needy.” The indigo tentabulges curl around your finger, coiling around themselves and tugging on your finger, pulling it down to the opening of his vent- just below the emerging cocks.

“Look at that, they want me to go in. Have you put anything in before, guppy?” You idly stroke the drooling cock in your hand, letting it curl and writhe in your palm. Leviathan’s drooling, toes curling in his socks. You’re touching him- you’re actually touching him there-

“No,” he chokes out, “got too scared-!” A pitiful little glob squirts from the tip of one of his cocks, sliding down your knuckles. “Oh, poor baby. You must be so clueless, huh?” You’re cooing, rubbing circles into the tentabulge curled in your palm, the other eagerly curling around your pinky to drag it closer to his hole. Levi gives a nod, slow and ashamed. “Would you like to try putting something in? Just a finger for now, I bet it’ll feel good.”

Leviathan whimpers at the thought. It’d feel good, if mommy was the one doing it. You’d be careful and it’d feel good. Another nod, and you’re rubbing into his cock with praise, carefully separating your fingers from their grasp. “You’re already so wet, guppy. Relax for mommy, don’t try to clench up, ok?” Your index finger rubs across his fluttering vent, just under the emerged hemipenes. Levi breathes a shaky breath out, urging himself to relax.

And then, you push in. Your finger breaches into his vent and he’s filled with a feeling he’s never felt before. His jaw falls slack in a squeal of a moan, eyes shooting wide open. He’s peeking through the gaps of his long fingers, his fingers curling into his face and hooking on the inside of his mouth in poor attempt to muffle himself. It feels like there’s a pool of lava in his belly and his legs won’t stop shaking.

“Good boy, that’s it,” when you start pumping your finger, Leviathan knows he’s done for. No one’s ever put their fingers there, no one, not even himself. Leviathan had always been too scared to even attempt, settling on the sloppy stroking of his cocks instead—and even then it never felt nearly as good as your minuscule touches had.

You're up to the second knuckle, a wet squelch every time you push back in. Leviathan's losing his mind, he’s a gross snotty mess and he can’t stop pushing down into your hand. His vent is sucking you in with an obscene wet sound, his hips pushing down into your hand, rutting desperately against your finger.

And then, you curl it, you crook your finger up and rub into a spongy little spot inside of him. Levi howls, his legs kick out and he squirms, thrashing in that beanbag chair. “Calm down, calm down, it’s ok,” you rub his soft belly with your unoccupied hand, making the bright decision to rub firmer against his sweet spot.

“Mommy, hic! mommy, mommy, so much- feels weird,” Levi’s thoroughly sobbing, shaky hands coming down to hold the one on his belly, his cocks dripping onto his stomach.

You gently work a second finger in and Levi croons at the stretch. You can already tell his vent isn’t made to take something too wide in girth, so you stick with two fingers—steadily pumping them up and into that favorite little spot of his. “Mommy found your good spot, huh? That’s it, guppy, keep making those pretty sounds.” You move a little quicker, leaning down to kiss the top of his trembling thigh- and Leviathan breaks.

He cums without warning, pupils slitting and dilating in fast repetition. Long streaks of white splatter against his chest, reaching up to his chin and lower lip. Both of his cocks are squirting, spiraling around each other and squeezing tight. Levi makes a face at the mess on his lower face though quickly takes more attention into your still moving fingers.

You're completely enamored with the way his hemipenes still drool, each press of your finger into his sweet spot milking another glob out of him. “Mommyyy, s’too much! I can’t, I-I can’t,”

“I’m stopping, guppy, it’s ok, breathe out for me,”

Leviathan obeys and breathes out an overwhelmed breath. You dislodge your fingers, his vent still trying to suck you in despite his own wishes. “There we go. You did so good!” You wipe your slick soaked fingers on your pants, sidling up next to him and cradling his head into your chest.

“Mommy, mommy,” he buries his face into your soft chest, grabbing onto your sides and digging his fingers into your skin. “There, there, Levi. Mommy’s here, mommy’s got you.”

Gently, so very gently, you stroke his hair. You spare a glance at his naked lower half; his sticky thighs and his clenching legs. He’ll have to take a bath before he can truly relax. Your thinking is cut short by a tug to your sleeve. “What..what about you?” Leviathan asks despite looking terrified by the very notion of trying to get you off.

“Oh, Levi, I’m just fine. In fact..” you brush his bangs up out of his face, tracing a line down his nose with your thumb. “I get off on making you feel good.”

“Mommy!” Levi yelps, hiding his burning face back into your chest.

You laugh, still petting his head. Next time, you can show him all he wants to know about making you feel good. But for now, it’s all about your little guppy.

—

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Steve Harrington Series

Unambiguous Love: Steve Harrington is probably the love of your life, as you are his. But with emotions running high and no commitment is sight—almost loosing you in the upside down sends Steve facing his emotions head on.

Top Gun // Rooster

Webb of unfortunate events: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was and always would be the love of your life. When the pair of you are brought back to Top Gun, neither of you expected Pete Mitchell to be your instructor—a series of unfortunate events leads to your hospitalisation, with Rooster by your side.

Top Gun // Bob

B.O.B // After Phoenix and Bob are forced to eject after a freak bird strike—the Top Gun class find out a little bit more about their quiet back seat weapons systems officer. 7.3k

Hopelessly Devoted: // After Bob gets back from Miramar, he makes a B-line straight for your doorstep. Holding himself together just barely.

Bucky Barnes Series

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Season Two: Agent Avery. During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. With the knowledge that Hydra was once again rising with intentions more sinister then the last, you do the job you were originally sent out to do. Protect Sargent James Buchanan Barnes at whatever means necessary. Kicking off right after the events of season one. (In progress)

Unlikely Saviours: // Mental health is not a destination, but a process. It’s about how you drive— not where you’re going

Saving Lieutenant McLeod: // His biggest battle yet. Under the control of a new wave of Hydra—Bucky Barnes comes face to face with the love he compartmentalised. Another Winter Solider.

Agent Carter: //A series of events in Bucky’s life where a constant in his life shows up. Agent Carter, blood relative of famed Peggy Carter. Desk jockey extraordinaire, expert James Buchanan Barnes tracker.

Polka Dot:Following the events of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier series, Bucky Barnes finds himself experiencing the things in life he never let himself dream of. Love, a family, the little things in life, oat milk, sex, normality. Syrella Marie Ardecker takes James Buchanan Barnes for the ride of his life.

The Marksman: When Bucky Barnes the most senior chief sniper with the NCIS, is called out to a hostage situation, he comes face to face with his greatest fear in life. His fiancée is on the hostage list.

‘Im’perfect: A concept train series where Bucky Barnes breaks your heart but won’t accept that you’ve been able to move on. Jealousy consuming him.

Plums & Killers: A concept series based on of all things plums. Bucky and Lila have two things in common. An affinity for Plums and each other. But with love comes sacrifices, as Bucky knows all too well. His biggest fears come to light—

Sebastian Stan Series

The interviews // Sebastian Stan: Over a series of interviews, we see the progression of your blooming relationship with Sebastian Stan, after co staring alongside the actor in season two of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

In Production // Sebastian Stan: A series of events and moments shared between you and your co-star Sebastian Stan on the set and during production of the second session of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. (In progress)

Bucky Barnes One-Shots

Defining Label: After the battle against Thanos, you end up in the ICU. Bucky by your side because he can’t leave his best girl. Moments in time plaguing his memory from when you’d always been by his side.

Unlikely Savours: After experiencing a traumatic life event that leave you plagued with mental health problems, you find it comforting to know your best friend isn’t all that put together either. Bucky bring you back from the brink of a depressive episode, knowing the signs.

Hidden Program: After a girls week away, you find Bucky entranced in research into his former self. Stumbling upon an old but very much active program.

Arms That Love Me: Zemo has a lead and also a plan. With dress ups and characters you hardly knew anything about, you walk into Mardipoor alongside Bucky—pretending to be a version of himself he no longer claimed to be.

Fernie: After a heart to heart with Sam in Louisiana, Bucky feels the need to help a ‘friend’ out after finally tracking her down, having disappearing right after Steve handed Sam the shield.

Tap out: after a mission goes south and you’re life if once again on the line, you tap out. Resigning after Coming to the realisation to live a life with Bucky’s Barnes you need to withdraw from the madness.

Chester: getting shot in the back wasn’t something you’d had in mind when going on an easy mission.

Casey: when a last minute change in the roster ends up with your best friends death, Bucky Barnes allows himself to admit his love for you.

Maleficent: A bad feelings has Sam and Bucky banging on your door, the Stark tech you’d been using to fix up cars catching Sams eye.

Sebastian Stan One-Shots

Kink .com: You’re offered an opportunity you just can’t refuse ~ to shoot a kink.com video with Sebastian Stan & Chris Evans, two of the worlds most renowned BDSM dominants.

GQ, Man Of The Year: A weekend getaway in Sebastians own backyard, New York, has you both attending GQ magazines Men of The Year 1920s themed banquet ball. An event that has you and Sebastian wondering if your friendship could be more than just that.

Roughing It: Sebastian begs you, his and Chris’s best friend to go camping, but not for the innocent reasons you might think. A simple camping trip turns into something much more.

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“Life is Like Tetris, My Time’s Precious”

CHAPTER 1

Tomura x Female Reader

part 1 * part 2 * part 3

word count: 12,400+

(A quirkless college AU where there’s been some sexual tension between you and a classmate you’ve had a crush on for quite some time. But despite your frequent interactions over the years due to your similar class schedules, you aren’t quite sure if Tomura Shigaraki is actually into you. When he finally invites you to hang out in his dorm while his roommate is away however, you have quite the experience and learn even more about the boy who you’ve been trying to get closer to for so long.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ sexual content! minors dni! Tomura is actually kind of sweet to you in this but he’s also a sad boy, touch starved/virgin Shiggy, Touya/Dabi cameo ‘cause i couldn’t help myself lol, title taken from “Hoodie Up” by MISSIO. 

***

The brisk coolness of early fall swept through your college campus, forcing you to trade the shorts and crop tops of the fading summer for jeans and oversized sweaters, cute pleated skirts paired with college crewnecks and ankle boots. The leaves on the trees lining the main path were beginning to change too, the pale greens and bright yellows of last season merging into vibrant sunset oranges and sultry crimson and plum.

Though, despite the dwindling warmth of September that bled into the first few weeks of October, you were excited for the new season, even if it did mean you were closer to having to bundle up in as many layers as possible and trek to class in the snow. Because a new season meant a new semester, new classes, new chances. And you’d gotten lucky to end up in a computer science class with your favorite acquaintance.

As you practically skipped to the lab where rows of monitors were lined up with big, bright glowing screens, you couldn’t shake the giddiness that filled up your chest at seeing him again, the emotion like a blend of sweet honey and spicy cinnamon.

You’d had at least one class with Tomura Shigaraki since freshman year so, while the two of you weren’t quite friends, per se, you did know each other well enough to pick seats next to each other during lecture or for you to slide into a booth in the cafeteria if you saw him sitting alone, exchange some small talk here or there, little interactions like that.

He’d let you copy some of his notes a few times and you’d helped him edit some essays, never really gotten much further than school assignments or the occasional mutual complaining about a particularly hard professor. But even so, you held onto every interaction you’d ever had with him, the memories and conversations piling up over time. 

You hadn’t always had a crush on him. Nothing like love at first sight or anything like that.

In fact, the first time the pale boy with the disheveled hair and dark clothing made eye contact with you during your freshman intro class, you’d actually been quite intimidated.

But over time, once you’d actually talked to him (you’d been the first one to break the ice, of course), gotten to know him a little better, that harsh outer exterior decorated with scratch marks and scars had become softer in your vision, maybe even charming in his own awkward kind of way.

You’d learned that Shigaraki was actually pretty shy, just used his aloof aura to his advantage because he was afraid to get too close to anyone. He wasn’t mean or scary or any of those other things you’d speculated him to be upon first glance, though he could be pretty reactive when someone tried to overstep his boundaries.

Being touched in particular, especially by strangers, seemed to set him off like nothing else.

You’d only witnessed it once during these past three years, but that single incident had been enough to leave an impression.

And it hurt you a little bit, the thought that, even if he maybe did like you back, you might never be able to touch him, that he might never let you.

But you’d brushed fingertips before while exchanging class handouts. You’d bumped elbows next to each other in the computer lab.

Maybe, just maybe, there was some hope.

But time was running out.

Because this would potentially be your last year together. And when you realized that you might never see him again after graduation, a little crack began to splinter in your heart.

You found yourself overthinking every interaction, every conversation or greeting nod he directed towards you when you passed each other on campus, every crooked smile or sarcastic chuckle you could pull from him even when he tried so hard to keep his emotions contained.

It was like you were trying to make sure things were perfect, even if they were just meaningless encounters in his eyes, because once he was gone that would be it.

You’d only have the fleeting memories.

But you couldn’t get hung up on the fear, on the what if’s and why didn’t I say or do this sooner’s.

You had to make this next year— these next months— count for something.

So you continued to play this odd game of mental tetris with yourself, trying to rearrange the pieces so that everything would fall perfectly into place before the time ran out and it was game over.

“Hey,” you greeted Tomura with a smile as you approached the monitor next to the one he was already seated at.

He nodded his head at you once without looking your way and replied with a muttered, “Sup,” already pulling up the latest assignment that he would most likely be finished before the end of class.

That was ok though. Once he was done with his then you could have him help you with yours, if you caught him before he grabbed up his bag and scuttled out of the room to go wherever it was he sought refuge in between classes.

“God, you’re fast,” you breathed out in awe as his fingers flew over the keys, punching in code line after line on the screen. His hands had always looked pretty to you— long, lithe fingers and alabaster skin, free of the rust tint that was sometimes caked under his short fingernails today, though you could see a few fading reddened stripes peeking out from under the sleeves of his black hoodie on his wrists and neck.

“S’cause it’s easy…” Tomura replied with a quiet drone, vermillion gaze stuck lazily on the computer screen, darting back and forth in minuscule motions as he typed.

“For you, maybe,” you responded through a gentle chuckle, continuing to watch him work while you waited for your computer to boot up. “I’m not even halfway done.”

“Well that’s why I’m a video game design major and you’re not,” Tomura smirked, bloodshot eyes still glued to the screen.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever nerd,” you shot back playfully. If it were anyone else, you’d lean over and nudge them with your elbow, forcing them to look you in the eyes for a split second and notice your sly grin. But with Tomura, you played it safe and kept your distance.

“I’m almost done,” he then sighed, confirming your earlier assumption about his progress. “I’ll help you after.”

Your smile widened, though the moment of joy was short-lived as the professor walked in, flicked off the lights, and began the day’s lesson, only the brightness from the monitors illuminating the surrounding area. But even in the dim, cool light you tried to sneak glances at Tomura beside you, the silvery waves of his hair cast with soft hues of cyan and pearl.

It only took Tomura about ten more minutes before he was done with his assignment, but he kept to his promise to help you out, discreetly taking your mouse in his hand and sliding your keyboard closer to him before correcting a few mistakes you’d made along the way before straight up doing your work for you, not even trying to hide the fact that he knew you wouldn’t be able to finish on your own.

You didn’t complain though. Honestly, you only took this class because it was the last requirement you needed to graduate. Well, that and the fact that you knew he was taking it too.

You didn’t really pay attention while the professor spoke and directed the other lost students step by step over the big projector screen at the front of the room. You were too mesmerized, both by the lightning speed of Tomura’s fingers over the keys and the way his scarlet gaze was so focused on the task before him.

It was like second nature to him.

Computers— and just electronics in general— had always been something he could understand easily. The way they’re put together, the way they come apart. It was the most intimate relationship he had, the certainty in which his fingers tapped on the keys with one hand while the other rested on the mouse, cursor zipping back and forth across the screen.

You caught yourself staring at his hands again, noticing a short stint of silence when he took a break from all the typing to scratch at one of his wrists, the sound of his nails raking across his skin setting you a little on edge.

You wish he wouldn’t do that. All the scratching all the time.

If it wasn’t his neck or his wrists that were marked with streaks of red, sometimes so deep you could tell the tracks had definitely been bleeding recently, then you were sure that the discomfort must be written on other parts of his body as well, places you couldn’t see, but would like to, given the chance.

You wanted to reach over sometimes when you caught him doing it absentmindedly and clasp his hand in yours, give his fingers something else to find purchase in rather than his own flesh.

But again, you knew you couldn’t.

He’d surely reject you, maybe even get mad at you like he did to that one kid the time he placed a hand on his shoulder after class, entire body flinching away violently and slamming into the painted over cinder block of the hall, eyes gone wide and wild as his chest rose and fell with frantic hyperventilation before he told the guy off and stalked away in a rage.

You always wondered what had made him that way, why touch was so hard for him, but again, you didn’t ask. Because, whatever it was, you figured that he probably didn’t want to talk about it, especially with the likes of a classmate that he’d only ever really hung out with because he was forced to via matching class schedules.

And soon, your computer science class was over, the lights were flicked back on, momentarily blinding you as you squinted through the harsh brightness of the fluorescent bulbs running along the ceiling, and students began to file out.

You thanked Tomura for his help, offering to treat him to coffee sometime as payment for the favor, and then you expected him to just grab his stuff and leave like he usually did, maybe give a weary “See you” on his way out.

But that time he didn't.

Instead, he lingered in his seat a little longer, watching you as you slowly gathered your things. And then, just before you were about to be the one to give the obligatory farewell before you went on your way, he stopped you.

“Hey, uh…” he began, nervously scratching at the back of his neck, tangling his fingers into tufts of pale hair as his scarlet gaze flicked away from your own. “Do you, uh… Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like, outside of class?”

You almost couldn’t believe it. Your ears rang a bit with all the blood that was rushing to your head, hoping it wasn’t showing too much on your face while your heart hammered in your chest and your cheeks burned.

“O-of course!” You finally replied with a nervous smile, breaking from your daze. “Is there a particular day or time or…?”

Tomura asked if you’re around this weekend, Friday evening specifically, as he would be done with his classes around three in the afternoon. “My roommate’s gonna be out for the weekend,” he added, then caught himself and corrected it by saying, “I mean, not that that matters, but I’m just saying— You could come over to my dorm, if you wanted…”

And then you knew your face was reddening, the mere thought, the idea of being alone with Tomura filling you to the brim with pure joy and nervous excitement. You tried to play it cool though, telling him you’d check your schedule and text him later to let him know even though you’d already decided any and all plans that you may have already had were going to be postponed because you might never get another chance like this.

“Cool…” Tomura replied with a nod as a nervous smile began to spread across his lips, tongue darting out to lick at them where they were chapped.

You said you’d see each other soon and then you headed out, Tomura still staying behind for a moment after you exited to collect his nerves, letting out an exhale of relief that you actually accepted his offer, though still felt stupid for making the comment about his roommate. Though, he was glad that the two of you would be alone. The last thing he needed was that guy stirring up trouble with the girl he’s had a crush on all these years.

And you, well, you beelined it for the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in the stall all the way at the end until you could get your big, goofy smile under control. Because you were happy. You were so, so happy. Because maybe, just maybe, he liked you back after all.

Maybe all the months and days and moments of stolen glances and fleeting smiles exchanged between the two of you had actually been amounting to something, however painfully slow.

And he’d looked so flustered at just asking you that simple question, at inviting you over.

It was adorable to you, his sheepishness at a task that was all too familiar to you. You had to fight hard to suppress a series of giggles that were trembling through your chest, face buried into the palms of your hands regardless of the fact that no one else could see you.

You took a few more deep breaths before you emerged from the stall, studying your face in the mirror to make sure that all the rosiness of your glee had disappeared for the time being, though you were sure once you were back in the safety of your dorm room and got to texting him the inevitable “hey, so I checked and I’m free on Friday” that the color would return to your cheeks.

And so, after you received Tomura’s reply of “Ok, how about you come over around five then” and you instantly replied with a “See you then!” you were left to lay back on your bed and clutch your phone close to your chest, your smile lingering for hours as you daydreamed about what Friday would behold, what opportunities it would present for the both of you.

And you felt like, somehow, someway, maybe you were getting a hang of arranging the pieces of this mental tetris game you’d been playing. Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d be able to look at the final image and see that it all lined up perfectly, in the end.

***

Friday had felt like forever away, especially since you and Tomura hadn’t had any other classes together that week after your Thursday one had gotten canceled and you’d been cooped up in your room or the library to finish as many assignments as you could so you would be free to enjoy the weekend without worry.

But now that it was here, you were starting to wish you’d had a little more time. Because it was four o’clock, just one hour before you were set to meet Tomura at his dorm— one of the senior apartments on the edge of campus— and your elation was quickly melting into a thick, sticky mire of dread and anxiety.

What if things were awkward? Or what if you overstepped somehow?

What if Tomura didn’t actually like you like that after all and you’d gotten all worked up for nothing? What if you made a fool of yourself and he never wanted to talk to you again?

What if you arranged all the pieces incorrectly and screwed up with just one wrong move?

Stop overthinking, you reminded yourself sternly through a long exhale. Everything’s going to be fine.

But what were you going to wear? What kind of look would Tomura like? I mean, he’d seen you on a weekly basis for just over three years now, give or take the months out of the summer and winter when you’d both returned home for break and hadn’t been around each other. Would it be too obvious that you were trying too hard if you showed up all decked out? Would that make him uncomfortable?

You didn’t even know what the two of you would be doing. If you were just going to be sitting around and chatting or playing video games or watching TV then you would probably want to be comfortable. Tomura didn’t seem like the type who went out much. Not unless he had to, of course. And for as much as a party-goer you’d been in your underclassmen years, you hadn’t run into him at a single event.

He usually dressed pretty casual— a black long sleeve or hoodie over a pair of jeans and the same red converse every single day— so did that mean you should match his level of nonchalance?

But you wanted to look cute, for him and for yourself, especially since a nice outfit always helped boost your self-confidence and calm your nerves.

You tried on a few different options before making a final decision of one of your pleated skirts— a white one— paired with a baby blue sweater, some delicate gold jewelry to accent the outfit and a pair of black combat boots.

It was nearing 4:45 by then, and you carefully surveyed yourself in the mirror to make sure you really were satisfied before grabbing your purse and heading out the door, knowing it took about twenty minutes to walk across campus to where Tomura’s apartment was, fifteen if you walked fast.

The evening air was chillier than the atmosphere that covered campus during the day, golden sunlight that spilled over the neatly manicured grounds in amber and honey shades now sinking behind the main student center building and soon disappearing below the horizon.

You held your skirt down as a gust of wind blew past you, sending a shiver through your body and causing you to pick up the pace a bit, the senior apartments coming into sight from down the hill.

You cut across the lawn and, only a few more strides from his front door, slowed your steps, taking in a few more deep breaths before convincing yourself that you were ok, that everything was going to be fine, and then knocked on the door, stepping back and wrapping your arms around yourself to further attempt to keep out the cold.

“Hey…” Tomura answered, looking down at you with a slightly mystified stare, vermillion eyes shining in the low light of the little sconce above the entrance.

“Hey,” you replied with a timid smile, approaching to walk through the door and feeling instant relief at escaping the autumn winds that seemed to be picking up by the second.

“Glad you could make it.” Tomura closed the door and then took the lead up towards the second floor of the apartments where his dorm was located. After a few steps upward he began explaining, some fading irritation laced into his tone, “So, my roommate’s still here. But he’s on his way out. If he says anything weird, just ignore him. He’s kind of an asshole, but…” But he didn’t finish that particular thought, punctuating it with a lazy shrug.

“Don’t worry,” you giggled, easing a little bit of Tomura’s concern. “I can handle it.”

Tomura muttered something about how he knew his roommate was going to do this— was going to be late in making his exit even though he’d assured Tomura he’d be out long before five— just to see exactly who his loner of a roommate was inviting over.

“Is it a girl?” the roommate had pressed after Tomura had informed him that he’d be having company on this particular day at this particular time. Tomura hadn’t indulged him, just sighed and said that it didn’t matter. “Well if you’re gonna fuck ‘er,” he’d gone on crudely and with a hint of sinister satisfaction in making Tomura uncomfortable, “just don’t do it on the couch. I don’t wanna have’ta sacrifice the best seat just ‘cause you got cum all over it.”

Tomura had scrunched his face in disgust and then told his roommate that any situation where that would even be remotely possible wasn’t going to happen, so he could stop worrying about it.

“I mean, shoot your shot, dude,” he’d teased Tomura. “Just don’t do it in a shared space.”

Tomura had ignored him after that, just retreated to his room and shut the door, getting lost in one of the many virtual worlds that he liked to use to forget reality and responsibility for a little while.

But now, as he was about to lead you into his apartment where you were most definitely going to come face to face with his cocky asshole of a roommate, he wished he’d just agreed to meet you somewhere until he was sure that guy was gone.

The moment you passed through the doorway, a set of sapphire eyes snapped over to scan you up and down, onyx hair sticking up in tousled spikes and a devious grin playing on his lips, two tattoo sleeves wrapped around his arms with all kinds of black inked designs and numerous piercings lining his ears.

“Uh…” Tomura began awkwardly as you stood between the two boys. “This is Touya, my roommate.” Tomura then informed Touya of your name with much reluctance.

“So it was a girl after all,” Touya said through a devilish smirk, taking a few lazy strides towards you where he could tower over you better, take in the sweet sight of your innocent little eyes staring up at him. Then, with a dangerous amount of audacity, Touya leaned down a little closer to you and said, as if it were a secret, though loud enough that Tomura could clearly hear, “If you get bored with this one, well, I guess you know where to find me now.”

“Alright, ok…” Tomura raised his voice and rolled his eyes, coming to stand beside you, as if in claim or protection, and scowled at his roommate. “Shouldn’t you be leaving, Touya? Would hate for you to get stuck in traffic.”

Tomura wanted to put an arm around you, to pull you closer to him to further accentuate the fact that you weren’t up for grabs as easily as Touya thought any girl on any given day was, but he didn’t. Couldn’t, was more like it. Because he was afraid to freak you out.

He was afraid to freak himself out too, and something as simple as a touch was such an easy trigger.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, I’m leavin’,” Touya replied with petty attitude as he slung his bag over his shoulder and pulled his car keys from the pocket of his ripped black jeans. “Just remember, Shigs…” he cooed condescendingly as he passed Tomura, reaching over to pat his shoulder twice and gaining a damn near evil glint in his eyes when Tomura tensed and sucked in a hiss of a breath at the unwanted contact. “Keep it PG in here.” Touya looked over his shoulder and winked at you, clicking his tongue twice and then heading out the door, letting it slam behind him.

And then it was just the two of you. Just you and Tomura— who was still tense long after Touya’s hand had left his shoulder— standing in the silent dorm and going through two very different waves of emotion at the guy who’d just made an unforgettable intro and exit in one fell swoop.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding…” you finally said, trying to lighten the mood with a smile, even if it was crooked and uncomfortable. “That guy really is an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, sorry ‘bout that…” Tomura glared towards the door, as if Touya were still out there and waiting up to listen to the reactions he’d stirred in you two. “I’ve tried to get a roommate change, but I haven’t been able to find anyone else…”

You could tell that Tomura was actually really bothered by Touya, especially the comment made towards you and the whole touching his shoulder thing, but you wanted him to know that it was ok. Or, at the very least, that you weren’t bothered by it, if that were actually a concern of his.

You opted to change the subject, maybe turn Tomura’s attention back to the task at hand rather than that anticipated altercation by asking him to show you around. Luckily, he took the bait, snapping out of his simmering fury and looking back at you with a softer stare, stuttering through an, “O-ok, yeah, sure…” before giving you the short tour of the apartment.

There was minimal decor, as was expected from two college boys. Just a couch in front of the TV and game consoles, a bean bag chair off to the side, a small kitchen area with a table and two chairs and dishes piled high in the sink (Tomura muttered something about how Touya was never cleaning up after himself). The bathroom looked clean, at least, though there were products strewn across the sink counters in disarray.

Tomura let you peek into Touya’s room, which was across from his, and you weren’t surprised to see Tarantino posters adorning the walls. There was also a big, blue lava lamp which hadn’t been unplugged casting the room in a soft cobalt light, school books scattered across the desk next to the bed which was barely made, covers just thrown over the mattress hastily and without care, and a leather jacket hanging over the back of the desk chair.

Next, however, was Tomura’s room. He’d clearly straightened up before you’d arrived, no doubt kept his space in controlled chaos the rest of the time. But it was nice that he’d cared enough to clean up before you came over.

His room was much more modest than Touya’s, which did surprise you a bit with how much time you’d figured he spent in it given his antisocial personality. Besides his main gaming PC, which contained three monitors, there were just some classic horror movie posters and dark indie comics piled on one of the shelves.

“So, yeah…” Tomura said at the end of the tour. “That’s pretty much it.”

“It’s nice,” you nodded. It was a vague compliment, if not a considerate lie, but you weren’t here for the interior design. You were here for Tomura. He could’ve lived in a cave and you still would’ve arrived to sit next to him in the damp and the dark.

“Yeah, so, uh…” he began again nervously, hand reaching for his neck before turning into a fist, stopping himself from retracing the already visible red marks. “I was thinking we could maybe order some food and just chill… Whatever you want, really.”

You told him food sounded nice and when he asked if you had any preferences you said that you weren’t picky. As the two of you reemerged out into the living area with the couch and bean bag chair, you took a seat on the latter and took note of his game consoles.

“Lemme guess…” you speculated with a mischievous narrowing of your eyes and upward quirk of one eyebrow. “PlayStation is yours and Xbox is your roommates?”

“Yeah,” Tomura replied through a tiny breath of amusement, picking up a controller and tossing it your way, flicking on the TV to the already in use PlayStation where a video streaming app had been left open. “Why don’t you pick us something to watch while I order us something to eat?”

Before you could form an answer, Tomura walked out of sight and into the little side kitchen to deal with the food. You were left sinking into the bean bag chair a little further, controller held in your hands as you stared blankly at your options.

Again, you were trying to rearrange the pieces to fall perfectly into place before your time ran out, wondering what Tomura might like, besides old monster movies like the posters on his walls clearly suggested. Surely rom-coms were at the complete opposite end of the spectrum for him, but to be honest you weren’t usually crazy about those types of things either. Maybe some kind of dark drama or mystery would suffice. Or maybe he liked fantasy.

But when you spotted your favorite movie tucked deep into his to watch list, you knew exactly what to choose.

“Hey, food’s all ordered,” Tomura informed you as he headed back into the living room, sorting something out on his phone real quick before powering it off and slipping it back into his pocket. “Did you find something for us to—”

“Have you seen this before?” you asked, your excitement cutting him off along with that cute smile adorning your face.

Tomura’s eyes flicked to the movie pulled up on the screen and then back to you. “Uh… No, actually. Not yet. Have you?”

“Uh, it’s only my favorite movie ever!” you exclaimed like it was obvious.

At this, Tomura found himself beginning to smile involuntarily again, the expression becoming strangled on his face as he tried to keep his emotions at bay like he was so used to doing.

“Well then, guess we know what we’re watching.” He took a seat on the couch and you suddenly found yourself regretting your choice of the bean bag. To fix this, however, you made the excuse of going off to use the bathroom before the movie started, taking a seat next to him— but not too close— on the couch once you returned.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this before,” you went on as the production credits began to roll, the intro music and sounds beginning to fade in. You wondered if Tomura was the type who liked to talk during movies or stay silent. Given his track record of not being known to be too chatty you figured your viewing experience would consist mostly of the dialogue and score of the film, though you wouldn’t be able to help but make comments during certain parts where you knew fun behind the scenes facts or bits of trivia.

Tomura didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he actually liked your inserted pieces of commentary that were peppered throughout the movie in a hushed voice, as if you two were sitting in a theatre and not just on his dorm’s couch.

Pretty soon though, his phone dinged, letting him know the food had arrived, and he paused the image on the screen to retrieve your dinner, carrying in two bags of take out from his favorite local noodle place that he thought— hoped— you liked. Luckily, you actually recognized the logo on the bags, perking up and pointing out how you loved that place too.

You sauntered over to help him sort through and place everything on the table in front of the couch where you could eat and watch at the same time.

“No way…” you chuckled once you realized what he’d ordered. “I’m not even joking, this is actually my favorite thing from that place.”

Tomura’s scarlet eyes widened a bit, appearing to be caught off guard by you again until he averted his gaze and replied through a crooked smirk, “R-really? Well, guess we have the same favorite then.”

You smiled through your next bite and Tomura pressed play on the movie, the scene jumping back into motion while the two of you watched intently through the rest of your meal. However, once your bellies were full and the takeout containers lay empty on the table, you felt your eyelids starting to get heavy with an oncoming food coma.

Tomura noticed this, as he’d been sneaking glances at you here or there while you were distracted with your favorite film, and anxiously asked, “Are you tired?”

“Hm?” you perked up a bit and looked over at him. “Oh, no, I’m fine,” you tried to assure him, readjusting your position on the couch from a slumped position to sitting cross-legged and upright to keep your attention focused.

And, god, how Tomura wanted to be closer to you.

He wanted so badly to slide over and press his thigh against the bare skin of yours, to put his arm around you and let you lean in and rest your head against his chest. To run his fingers through your soft hair, to let his fingertips graze your tender skin.

He wanted you so badly but he didn’t even know where to start when he was so terrified of how he might react against his own will, of how you might view him as a freak with the way he struggled to accept the sensation of touch.

And you, well, you still weren’t entirely sure what Tomura’s intentions were in inviting you here.

Did he just want to be friends? Did he want to be more than that? Had you already screwed up somehow and now the game was doomed to be lost?

But maybe that was the problem both of you were facing right now.

You were thinking about this in binary terms, in a scenario where there were only two options.

To win or to lose.

To touch or to stay away.

To be friends or lovers.

Maybe you both just had to reinvent the code, reprogram the ending.

And to Tomura’s own surprise, he was the first to make his move, sliding just a little closer to you as he nervously cleared his throat, trying to swallow down all the fear and past traumas that had kept him away from you for so long when all he’d really wanted was to be by your side, to feel the weight of your body on his as he cradled you in his arms.

You flicked your gaze up to meet his, that sweet and innocent doe-eyed expression making him even more nervous as he was afraid that his body would start to act out against his own will and expose how he really felt about you before his words had the chance to explain.

“Is… Is this ok?” Tomura asked as he inched just a tiny bit closer, heartbeat hammering beneath his scarred chest while he nearly held his breath in anticipation for your approval.

But when you smiled and nodded with a cutesy little hum of mm-hmm he was able to breathe a little easier, letting out a sigh of relief as some of the rigidness his figure usually carried melted away.

That was step number one, he thought to himself. Now if only I could just…

Tomura took a chance and slowly raised the arm that was nearest to you to first rest on the back of the couch, his fingers close enough to brush against the baby blue fabric of your sweater if he wanted to reach out and touch it. Close enough to apply enough pressure to feel the shape of your shoulder in his palm, if he could find the courage.

With another careful inhale and exhale, a calming breath, Tomura initiated the first physical contact he’d had with another human being in he didn’t even know how long. His arm came to rest over your shoulders and when you willingly snuggled in closer to him, rested your head against his chest just like he’d fantasized about, he almost didn’t know what to do with himself.

He felt like he could black out any second now, the feeling of another human being so foreign, so frightening against his body that he was sure you could feel his entire being drumming to the beat of his frantic heart.

But if you were aware of Tomura’s nerves on any level, you didn’t let it show.

Instead, you were too occupied by the fact that yes, this was actually happening. Tomura was actually touching you, actually letting you lay your head against him and curl up to his side.

You imagined you really could fall asleep now, a certain kind of trustworthiness emanating from him that you usually didn’t feel from other guys.

Maybe it was because you’d known him for three years and he hadn’t tried to make a move on you. Maybe it was because, unlike the other frat boys or sports proteges who usually flirted with you or tried to make a move before they could even learn your name, it felt like Tomura actually cared for you.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” you asked him eventually, neither of you really paying attention to the movie anymore despite your stares being stuck to the screen.

“Uh…” Tomura began, recalling the memory easily though not wanting to let you onto the fact that he held it so preciously. “I think so. It was the first day of freshman intro, right?”

You nodded, and Tomura had to fight hard not to tense at the motion of your head against his chest. Getting used to the pressure of the contact was becoming easier, but the feeling of movement was still an entirely different thing for him.

“You were sitting in the back by the corner staring out the window,” you recounted, picturing the memory in your head like your own film of fondness.

You could still remember the way his silvery hair caught your attention through the crowd of eager new students, the way the sun casting through the glass panes painted half of his pale face with the warmth of late summer light.

He’d looked bothered by something as he gazed out at the campus landscape or, in the very least, deep in thought. You’d figured you ought to keep your distance from him, that you needed to make friends and he most definitely wasn’t going to give you the time of day.

But then something made the scarred-skinned and bloodshot-eyed boy turn his head to look at you, his bright crimson stare widening even more once he caught you staring back, quickly looking away to hide his embarrassment at being noticed, and by a girl as pretty as yourself at that.

“And I remember wondering…” you continued with an almost dreamlike lilt to your tone, “I remember wondering what exactly it was that you were thinking about before you looked over at me. You looked so deep in thought, like you didn’t even notice anyone else in the room.”

“I noticed you,” Tomura said, the words just sort of slipping out and making both of you tense for a moment. But when you looked up at him again he somehow found the courage to continue. “I mean, it’s just— You just caught my eye and…”

Tomura then let out an exaggerated sigh and removed his arm from around you momentarily to run his hands down his face, growing frustrated with his confined emotions and the lack of ways to express them.

But what he was really doing was talking around this.

He was avoiding what he actually wanted to say.

Because Tomura had known back then that he’d liked you and he definitely knew now that those feelings were even stronger.

And it was so hard to convey that to you without telling you everything, without opening years worth of old wounds, most of which he’d inflicted upon himself at this point, and risking scaring you away with all the odds and ends of his emotional baggage.

But he wanted to tell you.

Because he wanted you to understand.

He wanted you to understand that it wasn’t you— was never you— that had caused him to drag this game out for so long, getting stuck on this level of being nothing more than classmates or acquaintances.

Once Tomura realized that the only boss he had left to battle before advancing to the next stage was himself though, he gathered all the weapons in his arsenal and prepared for battle.

Because he was going to complete this game and he was determined to get a good ending.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time,” Tomura finally admitted, trying to keep his voice from breaking upon such a bold confession. But his bout of newfound confidence was short lived, the fear creeping up on him with its looming shadow, causing him to start stumbling over his words again as he choked out, “And I-I guess I just— Well, I mean I—”

“Tomura…” You sat up and turned your body to face him better, forcing him to look into your eyes while his mouth clamped shut and frowned slightly, scarlet gaze wide when he saw the sympathetic expression you were casting upon him.

Then, ever so carefully and with a featherlight touch, you reached up with both hands to gently cup his cheeks in your palms while you smiled at him with an unfamiliar sadness that he wasn’t used to seeing on your usually cheery face. He only flinched a little upon the initial contact but soon found that he liked the feeling of your soft skin against his, your little hands warm from being balled up in your sleeves and causing him to lean into the touch and close his vibrant eyes with calming comfort.

Because with you, Tomura realized he felt safe.

With you, Tomura felt loved.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time too,” you told him, and his eyes snapped back open like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, just staring at you in a daze for a few more moments until you added through a slightly nervous giggle, “Too bad you didn’t invite me over sooner.”

At this, Tomura couldn’t help but crack a crooked smirk, his expression softening a bit and then morphing into something a little sadder.

Because you were right.

Why hadn’t he invited you over sooner?

Well, the obvious answer was that he was always so terrified of getting close to someone and then messing it all up, of having any relationship he got lucky enough to form crumble to dust in his hands the moment he was able to finally feel like he was getting a grasp on it.

But ever since the beginning, you’d been different.

Unlike everyone else Tomura had come across during these past three years, you’d never expected anything of him other than for him to be exactly who he was, even if that was just a quiet, awkward loner. And, sure, he’d done you favors before, helped you with assignments you struggled on (especially ones involving computers) but you’d never tried to cozy up to him just so he’d let you cheat off him.

And you’d always returned the favor somehow, whether it was by bringing him a coffee during an early morning class you shared or offering to help edit his essays.

And the fact that he was just realizing this now, when the time felt like it was almost out…

Well, the notion brought him both a strange kind of relief and a little panic in knowing that yes, these next few months carried more weight than merely being a series of four weeks beholding different names.

“I… I’ve never really…” Tomura tried to explain, seeming to grow rigid again as you pulled your hands away to fidget in your lap while you continued to stare up at him with those adorably innocent eyes of yours. He let out a small sigh through his nose, again growing frustrated with his lack of direct communication.

It was like there was a gate inside his throat that would close every single time the words tried to slip through. It didn’t matter how many gaps in the perimeter they found, they’d be shut out every time until they were dragged back to the cell of his mind and locked away.

Stop being such a coward, he scolded himself mentally. Just fucking say it.

“Are you ok?” you asked him, pure concern falling over your features now.

Tomura’s gaze snapped back to meet yours as he quickly tried to salvage this moment, “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine. It’s just…” He paused, hoping— praying— that his words could finally escape from the prison he’d kept them in for so long. Maybe he’d forget to lock the gate. Maybe, as their warden, his back would be turned when the searchlight fell upon them. Then they’d be free. He’d be free.

“Can I admit something really embarrassing to you?” he asked, trying to suppress a nervous smile.

You giggled again, the sound giving Tomura more of that feeling again, the one he was afraid of most of all. The one that he had to be careful not to let you see. You said, “Sure. Of course.”

Tomura took in one long, shaky breath, exhaling in the same way until he felt like he’d finally found the right order to arrange his words in their newfound freedom.

And then he told you everything.

He told you about his childhood and his trauma and his trust issues.

He told you how, not only had he never been with anyone, but didn’t even know how to be with someone. He told you how hard it was for him to watch others be happy as couples together, that this idea of singularity was the only one he’d ever felt comfortable with but was still curious as to what it might feel like to experience what he knew hundreds— thousands— of other people did on the daily.

“I thought it was just touch that was stopping me this whole time…” Tomura confessed, unable to look at you. Still though, when you’d placed your hand on his knee in an attempt to console him, he hadn’t flinched away. “But I think it’s maybe something more than that. And I’m just afraid that…” He flicked his vermillion gaze back up to meet yours for just a moment until averting it again, and now it was your turn to think about how cute he was, how innocent he seemed right now, how vulnerable. “I’m afraid that maybe no one’s ever gonna love me and no matter how hard I try I might never…”

You feared he might try to distance himself from you, mentally or physically, so you reached up to cup his cheek in your hand again since he seemed like he liked that last time, this time sliding your hand further around the back of his head to gently tangle in his fluffy hair, which was a lot softer than you’d expected it to be, twisting his loose curls around your fingers while you spoke quietly, as if to a sleeping child, and assured him, “I’ve known people who don’t deserve love. But, Tomura…” Your eyes were locked and this time neither of you dared to look away, both equally transfixed, mesmerized by the way the colors in each other’s irises caught the changing light of the movie still playing in the background. “You’re not one of them.”

Tomura wanted to cry and, for a moment, he was afraid tears might really be welling in his eyes. Because he’d gone his whole life being told or convinced by others or himself that there were so many things that he didn’t deserve. So many things that he could never have. But you’d just broken all those bad memories, shattered them like millions of tiny pieces of glass, reduced them to a state so small that they blew away like sand in the wind.

Because, for once, he believed what he was hearing.

Tomura believed that he deserved love.

“I know that things may seem scary sometimes,” you continued, readjusting your position to lean in a little closer to him. “We all have things about ourselves that we’re afraid others might think are weird or wrong if we show them. But I think you’d have to be kidding yourself to be convinced that everything about you is perfect. Even people who seem like that on the outside, who are super confident or cocky or whatever front they’re putting on. They have insecurities too.”

Tomura let out a strangled sort of chuckle, his chest shuddering with the sound as the back of his throat tightened, those tears threatening to break through the gate like his confession just had. “I just don’t wanna lose you…” he whispered as his forehead came down to rest against yours, the touch so gentle that you almost didn’t feel it until pressing into him a little harder, giving him a second to adjust to the contact.

“You’re not gonna lose me…” you whispered back, combing through his hair with both hands now and causing a few hitched breaths to escape through Tomura’s clenched teeth. “And I want you to know that, when you’re ready, I’m willing to help you try, if you still want to…”

Tomura was sure his heart stopped for a beat then.

Because yes, he really, really wanted to.

And he wanted it to be with you.

God, he wanted it to be with you.

It was a scenario he’d only seen in his dreams, in a place where he could touch you and be touched without really feeling it, though if he could handle it he could only imagine what it would feel like. What you would feel like.

“Is this ok?” you asked as your careful little hands drifted down to clasp around the back of his neck. When he nodded his head you gently stroked your thumb along his skin, tracing the raised line of a scar you could feel while trying to meet his timid gaze again as his own shaking hands lightly gripped your waist.

You slowly positioned yourself to straddle his lap, watching as his adam’s apple bobbed with a particularly thick gulp at seeing you like this. Feeling you like this, your legs spread over his lap as the weight of your thighs rested against the tops of his own.

“How ‘bout this…?” you whispered, your face reddening a bit as your own heartbeat picked up speed.

“Y-yeah…” Tomura replied shyly, his hesitant fingers digging into your hips a little more, so close to where the hem of your sweater and the waistband of your skirt could part to expose your soft skin. “Is… Is this ok?”

You let out a soft giggle then, which made Tomura blush, nervous that maybe he’d overstepped somehow, but when you drifted a little closer, wrapping your body around him in a tender, loving embrace, he felt a little more at ease, actually returning the gesture once he’d gotten used to it.

The two of you sat like that for a little while, the weight of your body pressed against his so warm, so welcoming to him despite his inexperience. And he allowed himself to gain a little more confidence, his hands traveling down your back and towards your hips again until they drifted even further and made contact with the bare skin of your thighs, which were still comfortably spread open on his lap.

He could feel that sensation within him building again, anxiety accompanying it the more he realized he could basically feel the outline of your sex against his own through the material of his jeans.

Would you think it rude of him if he got hard under you right now?

Well, he couldn’t exactly control that, but he didn’t have the first clue about what girls were really into, what they might consider gross or what might freak them out.

But then again, you wouldn’t have straddled his lap like this if you didn’t want to feel something…

“Can I…” Tomura began cautiously, his tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips as he nervously concluded the question of, “Can I kiss you?” And god, the sight of your sweet, innocent little smile that he imagined was reserved just for him was killing him, sending sparks shooting through his blood with white hot electricity.

“Course you can, silly,” you assured him through another adorable giggle.

And Tomura, who’d only ever fantasized about kissing you, knew that he didn’t have time to be a coward right now. He leaned in closer as your eyes closed, your lashes looking even longer than he’d noticed them to be before when he saw them lay flat against your cheeks.

So pretty, he thought as his own eyes fluttered closed and he felt his rough lips brush against your sweet, soft ones, hesitating only a moment before completing the gesture. She’s beautiful…

You tried to help guide him by the time both your mouths were open and your tongues met, taking in the taste of each other as several satisfied hums escaped from both your throats.

For Tomura’s first kiss, he wasn’t all that bad. You’d chuckled when he’d apologized for his teeth tapping against yours, but you told him not to worry about it, further directing him and allowing him to keep trying until he got it just right.

He was a fast learner. You had to hand it to him for that.

“A-Are you sure you’re still ok?” Tomura asked you during a break in your kiss. “I mean…”

“I’m ok,” you nodded, voice a sultry whisper. “As long as you are…?”

Tomura nodded as well, and when you slightly shifted your position on top of him, he felt a certain breed of dread turn cold in his veins.

Because he was completely hard now and both of you knew it.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I just—” he began to frantically apologize, instantly self conscious and unsure of what to do while you were still on top of him.

But you cut him off with an unbothered, “Tomura. Don’t worry, it’s fine,” before you actually pressed down harder on his growing erection, pulling a sudden and completely involuntary gasp from the boy underneath you at the pleasure and the surprise.

“Fuck…” His breath shuddered in his chest as he took in the sensation of you rolling your hips to grind against him, your panties getting wetter with every repetition of the motion, rubbing yourself in just the right spot and causing a melodic moan to sound out from your throat.

His grip on your hips tightened, eventually hard enough to make you wince, but you didn’t mind. You liked a little bit of pain if you trusted the person enough. And you trusted Tomura. You trusted him more than any of the other boys you’d let fuck you before. Because to them, you’d just been a body, just some place tight and pretty for them to stick it and get off with oftentimes zero regard for your own pleasure.

And those other guys, they’d talked about how many girls they’d had and how often they had them only to finish within five minutes or less once they were inside you.

So, for a virgin, Tomura wasn’t doing half bad.

In fact, he was already doing better than the other fuck boys that composed your body count. And you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself a little bit at the thought of all your exes seeing you walking around campus hand in hand with Tomura Shigaraki and looking happier and more satisfied than you’d ever looked with them. Because it would eat them alive, the thought that, for all the time and effort they claimed they put into their basic appearances or how much they could bench press at the gym, that none of that had ever mattered.

Not to you, at least.

“T-Tomura…” you whined as you pressed against him particularly hard, your own tightly coiled arousal twisting further inside of your core. And your mewling nearly had Tomura’s vermillion eyes rolling back in his head, such beautiful sounds coming from a gorgeous girl that he still couldn’t believe was on top of him right now.

“What…?” he exhaled, trying to focus on you a little more as his vision shifted in and out of a blurry haze of pleasure.

And when you whimpered out the most helpless, pathetic little, “Touch me…”

Well, Tomura almost lost his goddamn mind.

The more his hands explored your body, the more he was getting comfortable with the feeling of your skin against his. In fact, he actually really enjoyed touching you. It was more so you touching him that still put him a little on edge, though he was going to work hard to try and keep himself together when that time came.

His short nails grazed up under your skirt as he continued to kiss you, going a little deeper each time and feeling relief when you returned his level of passion. By the time his hands found their way up under your shirt though, he gave pause. However, instead of asking if you were ok again, he just looked at you and waited for you to nod, which you did, and then he gently pushed under your bra to cup your breasts in his palms, this skin even softer and more tender than where he’d touched you before.

“Here…” you muttered as you began to pull your sweater over your head, Tomura attempting to assist you where he could until your bare torso was exposed to him.

He couldn’t help but stare at the delicate lace of your bra, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. When you said his name again he was pulled from his trance and picked up where he’d left off. You went to reach behind you to undo your bra but when you unsuccessfully fumbled with the clasps for a second, Tomura actually took initiative and unhooked it in one try to both of your surprises.

You both stared at each other for another long beat and then you shrugged your bra off entirely, discarding it to the floor and placing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as he began to knead your supple flesh in his hands, noticing how you reacted with another whine when he pinched your already perked nipples.

And he was pretty good at taking your auditory and bodily cues when it came to discovering places that you liked to be touched, your neck and ribs being two of your favorites so far that he’d been able to find.

Eventually, Tomura had ended up on top of you, finding himself once again not entirely sure where to go from here now that you were laying underneath him and looking up at him with those big doe-eyes of yours.

“D-do you want me to stop?” he asked you, praying that you wouldn’t nod your cute little head this time.

“Why would I want you to stop?” you responded, partially dumbfounded.

But that was all Tomura needed to continue, leaning down to kiss you again as one of his hands slipped under your skirt and brushed against the damp lace of your panties. You twitched at the gentle, ghosting touch but were desperate for him to keep going.

He was desperate too, though was trying to keep his need for you under control lest he become too over eager and scare you away.

But still, he couldn’t help but have a little laugh to himself inside the private confines of his mind.

Because Touya could go fuck himself.

Tomura would have sex with you on the couch out of spite for the comments his roommate had made earlier.

And if Touya gave Tomura shit for it once he got back, Tomura would just have to tell him tough luck.

And the fantasized altercation just felt all that much sweeter when Touya would inevitably realize that you’d given yourself to Tomura willingly, not falling for the rehearsed, backhanded pickup lines or sly smirks that the inky haired bastard thought he could use to lure in any girl he set his sapphire sights on.

So Tomura thought he ought to try and pull as many of those pretty little whines and moans from your throat as he could so he’d have more to replay and savor in his memory later or just whenever Touya tried to remind him what a pathetic virgin he was— well, used to be, after all was said and done tonight— and to help keep him company during his loneliest of evenings when you weren’t around to curl up by his side in person.

Tomura slipped his fingers under the side of your panties, slowly gliding them along your soaked slit and reveling in the way your back arched when his ministrations fell upon your most sensitive spot.

He started massaging slow circles onto your clit until you breathed out, “Faster,” and he instantly obliged.

In return for him being such a good listener, you rewarded him with those cute little sounds he liked so much, the frequency of your breathy moans and whimpers picking up along with the speed of his fingers.

When he finally dipped his digits inside of your tight, fluttering hole, he felt himself getting painfully hard, his cock aching as he got his first taste of what your walls would feel like when they clenched around him.

He let out a stifled groan and then a short, strangled yelp when you reached down to palm his erection that was pushing out from his jeans, waiting for a moment to make sure he was alright to proceed before your little fingers fumbled with the button and zipper.

“L-let me help you…” you offered, now reaching under the waistband of his boxers and wrapping a fist gently around his twitching cock, causing his entire body to tense and shudder as you slowly stroked him, motions getting faster and more intense until—

“S-stop! Stop…” Tomura gripped your wrist and stilled you, eyes wide and wild as he tried to catch his breath.

“I-I’m sorry…” you meekly apologized, feeling tears threaten to well as you were afraid he’d reject you now. “I-I didn’t mean—”

Tomura dropped his head to rest in the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on your skin, the trembling of his body on top of yours.

“It’s not… I don’t…” he mumbled, trying to calm himself down.

Because what he really wanted wasn’t for you to stop.

What he really wanted was to be inside you when he came.

What he really wanted was to go all the way. Or at least, as deep as he could without hurting you.

“What is it…?” you whispered as your fingers gently tangled in the fluffy, silvery tufts at the back of his neck again, trying to keep him close to you and assure him that everything was still ok.

After another second of attempting to regain his composure, Tomura lifted his head and met your worried gaze, silently pleading with you to continue to be patient with him, promising to get this right if you just gave him a little extra time with those bright crimson eyes.

“Can I take this off of you?” he asked, lightly tugging at your skirt. You nodded and then helped him slip it down from your hips, kicking it off to join your other clothes on the floor and left in nothing but your lace panties now.

And, god, Tomura had never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life.

Even among the perfectly crafted and expertly coded virtual women displayed throughout the copious amount of video games he’d played during his lifetime, none of them could compare to you.

Because he could actually touch you.

And you could touch him back.

And Tomura was starting to crave the sensation he’d once feared so much, so long as it involved you in some capacity.

“What about you?” you inquired, lightly gripping at his pullover hoodie. “Are you gonna…?”

And for as much as Tomura had been excited to see what your body really looked like underneath all those cute outfits you always put together, you were equally as curious to see what lay behind the shield of his black long sleeves and jeans.

You wondered if his pale skin would be marked with more of those scratches he usually showed up with during a particularly stressful exam week, or maybe slashed with scars similar to the ones that peeked out from his collar and shirt sleeves.

You didn’t care what imperfections his body had sustained. You just wanted to see them, to know them, and to remind him that sometimes the most beautiful things in life are those that aren’t perfect.

So after a moment of hesitation and mental debating on whether he should show you the parts of him that even he didn’t like to see, Tomura pulled his hoodie over his head and tossed it over the back of the couch, revealing himself to you through the dimness of the living room where the movie screen cast an array of pale light over his skin as the scenes changed, the film nearing its end.

And, similar to what you’d predicted, Tomura did have countless scratches and scars and even a few freckles marking his otherwise flawless body.

But you liked him like that.

Because, unlike any of the previous guys you’d slept with or dated, Tomura was who he was. He wasn’t trying to be anyone else. And you’d been waiting a lifetime to come across someone like him the same as he’d been waiting to come across someone like you.

A chill ran through the both of you and you let out a small chuckle, suddenly unable to take things too seriously but loving that you could laugh about it in front of him. And when he asked you what was funny, a crooked grin quirking up on one corner of his chapped lips with the question, you simply replied, “Nothing. You’re just cute,” which made his face blush so red that his skin nearly matched his eyes.

“S-stop it…” he grumbled as he averted his gaze from you. “That’s not true.”

You clasped your fingers around the back of his neck and gently pulled him down a little closer, forcing his eyes to snap back to meet yours as he continued to blush and said, “It is true. Not my fault if you don’t believe it.”

Now both of you were giggling a little bit, even if Tomura’s laughter was more from nerves than actual amusement.

After you kissed him again and you both tried to find where you’d left off before his hoodie had found a new home on the floor, Tomura began to shift his position over you so that his head could lower between your thighs, both of you working together to remove the thin piece of lace that was left covering you until you were wearing nothing at all.

And if his fingers had been too skilled for a virgin, then his tongue was damn near masterful.

Maybe all those lonely nights spent slumped over in the dark watching porn on his phone had finally amounted to something, had finally paid off, because as he lapped along your glistening arousal and teased at your clit and hole with the tip of his long, slippery tongue, you had the strongest reaction to his touch that you’d experienced yet.

“T-Tomura!” you yelped when the teasing became too much. He stopped then and looked up at you with concern from where his head was still slightly lowered, tongue swiping along his lips to collect the lingering taste of you.

You reached out for him, beckoning him closer, to reassume his place overtop of you and he took the cue.

But now what?

Did you really want him to…?

“Take these off too…” you instructed, tugging on his already unzipped jeans. He quickly mumbled out a, “Oh right, yeah, ok,” as he hopped up off of you to shed his remaining clothes.

And you saw that, like his chest, his legs were also adorned with an array of scars, though not as many as his upper half. You wanted to ask him what happened, how he’d come to be like this, but that was a conversation that would have to wait. Because you were starting to feel bad when you once again noticed how hard he was.

Tomura had been focused on pleasuring you for several reasons— some being his want to impress you and also because he found it easier to touch you than to let himself be touched— but now you wanted to return the favor a little bit. At least, as much as he would let you.

You offered to perform the same treatment on him that he’d just done on you, but he actually politely denied it, knowing there was no way he would last much longer, especially if he even so much as envisioned your cute lips all puffy and swollen as they wrapped around his twitching cock.

So he just reassumed his position overtop of you and asked you one more time if you were ok, if you really wanted to do this, with him, and you pulled him down for another kiss, this one a little rougher than he was expecting, telling him once it broke that you appreciated his concern but you wanted him inside of you already, a sly little smirk playing on your lips as you knew such a confession would make him blush.

So, despite Tomura’s reddening face and shaky hands, he trusted your lead and began to stretch you, scissoring his fingers inside of you like you’d instructed him until you told him you were ready. He lined his aching cock up with your pretty little hole and almost came on the spot the moment the tip was inside, feeling your walls pulsing and clenching so relentlessly around him that for a moment he was afraid he’d lost control.

But he was able to hold on, his body nearly convulsing as every muscle of his being tensed and his breathing hitched.

Because, god, you felt even better than he ever could’ve imagined.

Once he was fully inserted, he waited a second for you to adjust, and then began thrusting, slowly at first, but soon enough he couldn’t help himself. He had you moaning and whining out his name every time he pounded into you, hips snapping against your inner thighs as he sunk even deeper.

It was total ecstasy, this feeling that he’d denied himself for so long. 

But it would’ve never been the same without you.

Never the same…

“S-slow down, Tomura…!” you pleaded through a whimper.

But he knew you were right, as much as he wanted to continue with the vicious pace.

Because if he didn’t slow down a little bit then it would be over soon.

And he wanted to draw this out as long as he could withstand, just in case maybe this would be the first and last time you’d want to do this with him.

But you were getting close, once he found a pace that was good for the both of you, and Tomura couldn’t take his gaze off you once your eyes finally rolled back and your neck craned, spine arching as your body trembled and you gushed all over his cock, walls constricting tighter than ever and causing him to sputter out a shaky, “Fuck…” as he filled you to the brim with his hot, sticky cum.

And then you both huddled together in a harmony of heavy breathing and shivering limbs, feeling the warmth emanating off each other’s skin. You reached around the back of his head to lightly tangle your little fingers into his soft, fluffy hair once again and he kissed the side of your neck, causing a cute little hum of satisfaction to vibrate in your throat when he sucked a gentle love bite into your flesh.

“Not bad…” you giggled after the haze of lust had cleared a little from your mind, Tomura continuing to take in your embrace, the scent of your skin and hair as he nuzzled his face closer into the crook of your neck. “You sure this was the first time you’ve done this?”

Tomura couldn’t help but scoff, his cheeks turning slightly pink again as a crooked smirk curved up on his lips.

“Shut up…” he chuckled, lifting his head to look you in the eyes, now gently weaving his careful hands into your hair like you’d done to him so many times.

After the two of you caught your breath, you jumped into the shower together, Tomura unable to keep his hands off you now that he knew he didn’t have anything to be afraid of, kissing a constellation of lilac and navy across your neck as he nipped at your skin, his hands trailing over every part of your body until he was sure he’d memorized every inch, every curve.

And he was addicted to you now, hooked on this feeling, this sense of safety and love that he’d never felt with anyone else before. He didn’t want to let you go. Didn’t want anyone else to be able to put their hands on you like this. And you, well, you definitely wanted this time to be the first of many. You figured, with a little guidance, he’d only get better over time, if he’d been that good on his first try.

That night, after you’d both gotten clean and changed into more comfortable clothes, you borrowing one of Tomura’s hoodies to sleep in, you curled up under the thin covers of the narrow dorm bed and cuddled together through the night, Tomura’s hands inevitably snaking up under the hoodie to softly stroke down your back or lay at rest over the dip of your waist.

And the entire time that he was trying to fall asleep, the only regret about tonight Tomura could find was that he’d waited this long. Waited this long to tell you how he’d really felt about you for all these years, waited to find enough courage to touch you and allow you to touch him in return, waited to kiss you, to taste you, to sink deep into you while you whimpered out his name like it was the only word you knew.

Because all of the pieces had finally arranged into precise placement for the tetris game that the two of you had been playing, the end screen nothing short of perfection as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

***

(Hello! Hope you enjoyed if you made it all the way to the end lol

I usually tend to write long but damn I really overindulged myself with this one haha

Honestly I’ve been wanting to write a Tomura fic for a really long time and had come up with a list of ideas but this just so happened to be the first one I decided to tackle. So in other words, expect more to come in the future.

Anyway, just wanted to say thanks again for reading! I feel like there’s probably other things I could do with this particular college AU Tomura so maybe more related one-shots will pop up over time.

Ok, bye for now~)

[angelamajiki]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧

PAIRINGS: Yandere! Fatgum x Female! Sidekick! Reader

CW: noncon, voyeurism, bell bulge, size kink, praise kink, breeding, cunninglingus, bondage, dumbification

AN: This is a piece for Fern’s 1k Event! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ! Read the intro and first piece before reading this one! Ty <3 P.S. the italicized quotes are Nighteye’s and reader prior convo

Gluttony: The Second Circle of Dante’s Inferno

“What I like about gluttony,' a bishop I knew used to say, 'is that it doesn't hurt anyone else.'”

You hadn’t the faith to believe him when he said it.

It was hard to call the exchanges that occurred between the two of you a conversation. More or less, he spoke the truth of your reality and you simply didn’t have the gall to question it.

The elevator he thrust you into was cold and unnerving despite the cheesy jazz music that thankfully filled the void of silence you were sure would have deafened you if it prolonged itself. It gave you time to think on his words, more so than you would have liked to.

“The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind. It is a poison that is all-consuming of the senses.”

Gluttony was the next trial, so it seemed. Lord knows what lies ahead for you, leaving you foolishly clutching to the notion that this circle couldn’t possibly be worse than the last.

The abrupt halt to the elevator allows the gravity of the situation to sink in fully. The inescapable horror was creeping in through the crack in the door, especially when it opened to find a man waiting for you.

And what a man he was, standing at nearly eight feet.

“Just the gal I was lookin’ for! I was worried my favorite lil sidekick had run off right after quitin’ time.”

An enormous, gloved hand clapped down on your shoulder, lingering far longer than you would have liked.

“Follow me to my office, yeah? I got something I wanna discuss with ya.”

And just like that, the string of fate slipped around your neck like a noose and pulled you along down the empty hallway, save for you, the man, and the numerous amounts of plaques, awards, and other celebratory memorabilia decorating the agency halls.

Judging by the pictures you saw yourself in, you were a hero of sorts, working alongside the unnamed man and two others you had yet to meet. Hopefully, your paths would never cross.

Even inside his office, you could see the remnants of what your life would be in this circle of hell. Whoever was with you seemed to be very fond of you, given the number of photographs and newspaper clippings adorning his desk and walls of the office.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and not just your fantastic work as a hero. Been thinking about what a fine woman you’ve grown to be.”

Those large hands found your shoulders again, stroking and rubbing to set you at ease in his grasp.

“Strong.”

One dipped down to your waist.

“Sweet.”

The other onto your arm.

“Everything a man like me needs. You sure fill my appetite in more than one way.”

Finally, the rest on your hips, thumbing circles into the soft flesh he took purchase in there.

Ah, so this was the glutton in question.

“I’m not sure I’m following what you mean.”

Just play dumb, maybe this circle will have mercy on you.

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, honey. There’s no reason to get all shy on me; I promise I don’t bite-”

His hand slid up to your neck, resting comfortably while enveloping the entirety of it with just his palm.

“Unless you ask for it.”

The whisper in his voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen in his grasp. It was undeniable that you would never beat him, no matter what your power may be in this world. Hell, if you even had one, how certain were you that you could use it?

Your options were far and few between, but laying down and taking it like some pathetic little bitch was not going to be an option for you. Not here, not now.

The shrill sound of your own voice even hurt your own ears as you cried for help, thrashing wildly in the grip of the man.

Your cries for help should have been chosen more carefully, seeing as when your two apparent saviors sped into the room, they opted to help the man pin you down even further.

“Damn, she’s being a feisty little thing-”

“Fatgum, let go of her neck! You’re gonna hurt her.”

“S-Should we really be doing this?”

And so you were left bound against the top of the desk, shrouded in a swarth of tentacles pinning your legs open and your hands above your head.

“Thank you, boys. Didn’t realize she would cause such a stir.”

So Fatgum was his name, or so it appeared to be an alias of some sorts.

“Fatgum, please-”

His smile was sickeningly sweet as he towered over you.

“Awe, no need for formalities with me, sugar plum. Just call me Tai, yeah?”

The two other men stood beside you, watching their boss closely as he dealt with you.

“Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour.”

Damn that cursed man for sending you down here in that goddamn elevator. This journey alone made it nearly impossible to keep this strength to see your mother again alive.

“Tai, please. I don’t-” His hearty laugh cut you off. “Begging already, sugar? By the fight you put up, I’d almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I don’t!” You protested, squirming in your slimy bonds before they tightened uncomfortably around you.

“Don’t yell at him like that. It's unbecoming of you.”

The raven-haired man snapped at you, looking down with a blush seared across his face and up to his ears.

“Relax, Tamaki. She just needs a reminder of who she belongs, ain’t that right? But, he’s right, I can't have you mouthing off like that, now can I?”

Slipping his black mask off his eyes, Tai fastened it around your mouth and head, loosely gagging you.

“Yeah, you belong to us!”

It was the redhead’s turn to pipe up before Tai shushed the pair of men.

“Now, now, I know you’re fond of our sweet little sidekick here, but this?”

He clapped a hand over still clothed pussy, rubbing gently.

“This here is mine; you boys can’t have this. But you’re more than welcome to stay and watch as I indulge myself.”

You whined into the gag, looking at him with teary eyes as he ripped a hole in your bottoms and panties.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need for tears, honeybun. You're safe with me, okay? I’m gonna take such good care of my little sweetheart, don’t you worry about a thing.”

His large fingers stroked over your clit slowly and tenderly, kissing your salty tears away as he shushed you with praise and loving words. Thumbing your clit, he pushed his middle fingers into you at a slow pace, grinning softly when you bit back a moan.

“Come on now, girl. We wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel, ain’t that right, boys?”

Their collective groans of pleasure gave you all the response you needed; those sick fucks were getting off on you being harassed by your boss.

His finger sped up in pace, making you squeal once he curled his finger in an upwards motion. “Can’t wait to hear what you’ll sound like on my cock, sweet girl. Gonna sing us a nice song?”

Another finger slipped in as his free hand pawed at your tits, fondling and groping as he finger fucked you a new sense of vigor.

“As much as I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart, I’m just itching to get inside you and feel that pretty cunt around me. You understand, don’t you? I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

His lips continued to litter your skin in kisses to your face, licking at the tears that fell from your eyes when he added a third finger into your tight, wet hole.

“Mhm, you won’t mind if I have a taste, do ya?”

You could only whine in response.

“Of course you don’t, my good girl never says no to me.”

A hot mouth sealed itself around your clit as three fingers pumped in and out of you steadily, hitting all the right spots repeatedly. You squealed and shook in your binds, feeling your orgasm approaching hard and fast with the aid of his tongue lapping and suckling at you.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

That was all you needed to feel yourself reach that blinding peak, sobbing and writhing as he rode out your ecstasy. His tongue continued to work at you far after you were finished, overestimating you without a care in the world. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears as he just pulled your body closer to his face.

“Taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll stop when I’m finished with my meal, y’understand? This is my pussy, and I’ll do what I want with it.”

Leaving you twitching and sobbing, Tai finally pulled away and stood up, pulling his cock out and stroking it above you.

“Can’t wait to breed my pussy. Gonna make you my cute little cream puff.”

Both of his massive hands circled around you waist, pulling you flush against him as he sank all the way into your tight heat. The stretch of his girth was quite nearly unbearable as he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you, rubbing the small bulge in your belly with fondness while peering down at you.

“You feel so good, sweetheart. I knew you’d be so good for me. Yer takin’ me so well.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he slowly pulled out, leaving your legs twitching wildly when his thumb found its way back to your clit before he sank back in all the way. You could snark about how courteous it was of him to allow you to adjust, but the thread of consciousness was hard to grasp onto as he completely dominated your mind with numbing pleasure.

“You were made to take my cock, sweet thing. Let me give you a treat for bein’ so obedient for me.”

His praise went straight to your gut, as much as you hated to admit it, leaving you feeling pliable and soft under his demanding touch. Those hands around your waist pulled at your body, bringing you back and forth on his cock like you were a goddamn fleshlight.

“Ah, ” he grunted. “I don't think I can hold back much longer; you’ll let me be selfish, won’t ya?”

With that, all sense of tenderness and gentleness was thrown out the window as he picked you up from the desk, holding you against his chest as he jackhammered into you with an impossible pace of his hips.

“Shit! Squeezing me so tight, bein’ such a good little fucktoy for me.”

The sounds of skin slapping and the collective sounds of pleasure rang heavy in the room as he used and abused your throbbing pussy, feeling his grip on you tighten when he was reaching his own high.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, gonna stuff my pussy nice and full!”

The bulge on your stomach grew even more as he came, stuffing you to the hilt with his cum and his cock. Ropes of it leaked out of your hole, even as he stayed inside you, panting and kissing at your sweaty forehead.

“Gave ‘em a good show, didn’t we, sweetheart? Say thank you, boys.”

Their thanks were mumbled out as they too had exhausted themselves just from the display of your pleasure. Tamaki’s tentacles retracted themselves from you, allowing you to stretch and return feeling to your arms and legs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart. We’re - hey, are you with me? I’m gonna clean you up and take you back home with me, okay? No more hero nonsense for you, ya hear me? All you need to do from now on is stay home and keep that pussy warm for me.”

Like hell you were going to stay for another damned second in this realm, not after being violated so horrifically.

“O-Okay.”

Play it cool, play it cool.

“Let me go to the bathroom, then.” You swallowed, hoping to fool the men. “A-And I’ll get my change of clothes and we can go home.”

You didn’t wait for a response, hobbling out of the office before making a break down the hall for the elevator. Their shouts echoed off the hallway walls as you ran with all your strength left back into the safety of the elevator, leaving them running after you before the door shut on them.

“Gluttony is a great fault; but we do not necessarily dislike a glutton. We only dislike the glutton when he becomes a gourmet-that is, we only dislike him when he not only wants the best for himself, but knows what is best for other people.”

— tagging: @sightoru @anarchicmartyr @natsuonii @whumperooni @viixens @lunar-nebula @trafalgar-temptress

[sexyandcringe]

[9:26 PM]

Everyone thinks Atsumu is a selfish, self-centered and arrogant bastard, but you know better. Nobody knows that Atsumu is a whole idiot who cried once because Kita gave him pickled plums.

How can anyone even think of him as a jerk? i mean yeah, he is a jerk, but he is your jerk. It’s different.

“I’m tired” Atsumu plops dramatically on the bed with a loud “thump”.

You sit up, putting your phone aside and move closer to him. “Let me make ya feel better, hm?” you say, patting his head and running your fingers through his golden locks. Atsumu melts at the contact and closes his heavy eyes, adjusting his head on your lap, enjoying the sweet moment with a smile on his lips.

You can’t help but lean down to kiss them. Once, twice. You start peppering kisses across his face, going up until his nose and then his forehead.

“Thank you” he breathes.

“For what, pretty?”

Atsumu glances up at you with love-filled eyes.

He has had a lot of fans, sure, but none of them really cared for him, preferring his social status and body over his personality, no one knew the real him, the Atsumu that crumbles in your arms whenever he has a big fight with his brother, the Atsumu that cries his heart out to you when he fails to meet everyone's high expectations and loses a game. The Atsumu that is currently relaxing in your arms while you scratch his back.

He can’t show his vulnerable self in front of millions of people, he has to be the number one after all, that is why he acts confident and tough outside, even making people hate him.

Yet you are different. You know all of his weak sides and still love him. You know him and Osamu both and still chose the “less-better-twin” as everyone says.

He was your first choice and you were his.

“For everythin’.” He replies.

He doesn’t need to explain this further because he knows you got it. And you do.

You kiss his nose again as an answer, trailing down until you bury your face between his neck and shoulders.

“You’re so cute. ”

You hear him chuckle and lift his knee, fitting his left thigh in-between yours, where he knows it feels good.

“Well, this isn’t so cute anymore. ”

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

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[twinkleimagines]

*Let me please you *

You’re a virgin and Rafe wants to show you what it feels to have an orgasm without taking your virginity.

Warning ⚠️ smut and language

Not proofread

Rafe had always admired you. You guys were the same age, same schools but completely different clicks. your parents were rich yes, but you didn’t act anything like a kook. You were quiet, shy. Never once put a single bit of make up on.

You had a natural beauty that radiated off of you for miles. which was what first caught his eye. Rafe being the kook king though , so popular in the crowds, he never really gave you the time of day. yanno, reputation and all- not that you were seeking it out anyways.

You were definitely one of the girls that were considered nerdy. you spent most your time with your nose in your book or at home. you didn’t go to parties, you didn’t wear make up, you didn’t have a boyfriend and you really didn’t have friends. 

Believe it or not though Rafe had definitely noticed you multiple times throughout the years. You were one of those girls that when he looked at you, you just looked so innocent and pure which if we’re being honest that’s exactly what you were and something about that just had him hooked to you. You were always so distracted that you never even realized the Kook king Admiring you from afar.

But now it’s the summer after your senior year and Rafe himself couldn’t stay away from you. It all started one morning when you both ran into each other at a coffee shop where you accidentally spilled your drink on him.

And honestly if it were anyone else he would’ve flipped his shit, probably cuss you out and make a big scene but when he looked down to see you, you’re innocent big (y/c/e) eyes and your loose curls tucked behind your ear as you frantically apologized for ruining his shirt, something in him switched and all He wanted to do was just hug you and protect you from the world.

Which He had done that ever since. He spent a little while talking to you at the coffee shop and managed to get you outside of your comfort zone, only a few months later becoming official in a relationship. 

So now we are here today. At this point you and Rafe have been together almost 6 months now. You knew what type of guy he was but the way he was with you was like a whole different side of him and you had honestly fell in love with him. nobody realize how infatuated he really was with artistic stuff like you and how intelligent he really was when it came to business. It was always hidden behind his partying Ways and fighting that nobody really paid attention to him like you did.

 you laid with your back propped up against Rafes headboard with a book in your lap as you silently read through the pages when Rafe walked in, his eyes landing on you.

“What are you reading ?” he asked. you sighed before lifting the book up slightly so he could read the back not breaking your trance from the page. 

“Oh” he responded quietly before placing himself next to you in the bed. He sighed heavily as you felt his fingertips trail up your thigh, gently running up and down as he watched you intensely as your eyes scanned the words across each page. 

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke out grabbing your attention. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye before going back to your book replying with a soft ‘thank you’. Hey grinned before placing his lips against your arm that he once had his head laying on. you furrowed your eyebrows together as you tried to continue focusing on the story in you book, only having to go back over the same paragraph because you didn't pay attention the first time.

  you sat for a second trying to continue reading your book but at this point it was no use because of his actions and how much they were distracting you. You finally caved in and put your book down on the nightstand before turning to the side facing him, giving him a sly smile. He smiled at the invitation before he sat up and placed his lips against yours. they were soft and plum, the taste of peanuts from his snack earlier still lingering on his tongue. Your moaned softly against his lips as he pulled you closer to him by your hips. you felt his hand rolling closer to an area thats never been touched by him (or anyone) so you jumped slightly before pulling your lips away from his.

“im sorry” he quickly spoke out, pulling his hand away. “you okay?”

 Rafe knew that you were a virgin.  it was one of the things that he loved about you. It wasn’t a goal of his to take your virginity or anything but he did love the idea that he was going to get to be the one to show you all the pleasures and be your first with everything. He loved knowing how innocent and pure you were and it gave him all the more reason to be protective over you. 

“Yeah I’m okay” you responded pushing some of your hair behind your ear. 

He sat for a second looking at you. Even though his eyes were staring into yours, you could tell he was deep in thought.

“ I have an idea, if you’re up for it” he finally spoke out breaking the silence. you felt your heart flutter as you heard the words fall from his lips. your mind quickly began racing, thinking of all the possible things he would want to try at this moment, 

  you knew at one point in time Rafe would want to take things further. He defiantly had his fair share in women, and you were surprised he had lasted this long without trying to go further than just make out sessions with you. but by now you had fantasized on what it would be like to go further  with him as well. 

“ I know you want to save and wait on your virginity” he responded breaking your train of thought. “ but what if there’s other ways I can make you still feel good without going to that level?” he offered, his voice soft and gentle.

You bit your bottom lip with nervousness as his large but soft hand caressed your thigh, rubbing back and forth with comfort. The only thing you guys have ever done this whole time was kiss and grope each other. You’ve never even experience and orgasm. Not even by yourself. You sat and hesitated for a second, questioning yourself if you were ready to take things further.  you were almost 20 at this point and you were very happy with the Rafe, so much that you didn’t even see the possibility of you guys not being together. 

you finally nodded giving him approval. he smiled widely at you, satisfaction radiating through him knowing that he was finally going to be able to please you in some way . 

“What are you going to do?” you asked, your palms getting sweaty from nerves.  He shook his head before placing his hand on the side of your face, rubbing gently circles with his thumb.

“ I just want you to relax princess.”

Rafe placed his lips back against yours before hovering over you, causing you to lean back, your head landing on his pillow. .

he placed one of his legs in-between yours, Your eyes widening as you felt his knee press against you applying pressure. you moved your hips slightly, feeling your body crave for that feeling again.  You gasped slightly as you realized he had done it on purpose when his knee continued moving back-and-forth against you. Your mouth stood wide open as your eyes close feeling the movement from Rafe.

“does that feel good baby?” he questioned staring down at you as if if he was a painter and  you were his own painting.

You bit your lip before nodding slightly opening your eyes to make contact with his.

‘Here come here’ he said before removing himself from above you, propping himself up against the headboard. “Sit on my lap” he instructed. you hesitated for a second before obliging. He tugged on your pajama shorts pulling them against your heated core before pulling you up against his crotch by your hips. 

‘Just do like this princess” he insisted as he applied pressure against your bottom with his hand pulling you forward towards him. You grinded youirself against him until your hips were touching his before he pushed back against on you, making you slide back down. he watched your face for any type of expression before repeating the movements once again pulling you forward towards him. 

You felt uncomfortable at first, not so much that you weren’t enjoying it but just because you had never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure if you were making a fool of yourself or not. But the feeling you were getting felt so good that you didn’t want to stop regardless of how you looked so you continue moving your hips against him. At first your movements were slow- your hips grinding against his very prominent Boner in between your legs as you slid up and down it. 

 you mumbled a few ‘fuck’s and ‘God!’ out , as well as Rafe’s name as your thighs slightly trembling around him.. Rafe  Pulled your hair away from your face so he could watch you. your eyes squinted shut as your mouth gaped open, moans slipping out. It felt good to him as well even though he wasn't inside you, but just watching you unfold on top of him beat any orgasm he’s ever had. 

“feels good doesn’t it princess?” he groaned out as your movements against him began to speed up. 

“ yes Rafe” you moan out loudly. even though you took Rafe by surprise at your outburst, he almost came undone right then and there. He had never seen this side of you and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

“ it feels so good”  you breathed out, your arms placed over his shoulders as your hands tugged on his hair.  your hips were moving faster faster before soon started to feel this tingly feeling and the bottom of your stomach. it was definitely an unfamiliar feeling but it felt so amazing and it gave you a feeling of you needed to keep going as your climax was building up.

Rafe could tell you were getting close as your moans became uncontrollably consistent, and your body rocking against his became fast and rough, which Rafe was to just as close just by the feeling of you dry humping him and the sight of you. 

“Oh my God I think I’m cumming!” you cried out as you felt your clit throbbing. this unexplainable feeling rushed through your lower abdomen causing your hips to jolt forward a few times as you rode out your high. your hips finally came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath.  you laid your forehead against rafes before chuckling slightly, almost lost for words as to what you had just done.

“ Wow” was all you could say causing Rafe to laugh loudly while nodding.

“ I know princess, you're amazing” he praised. you shifted slightly against him before looking up in confusion as you still felt a hard Boner pressed against you. 

“wait, did you finish?” you asked.

Rafe shook his head no and you sat for a second with confusion. After the way he had just made you feel, you wanted to repay him by getting him off as well, but with you being so unexperienced you honestly had no clue what to do for him. 

“well what can I do?” you finally asked, pushing your curls behind your ear once again, another little thing you did that turned him on.

“You don’t have to do anything princess I was doing this for you” he said shaking his head. “ I wanted you to feel good.” you grinned shyly lowering your hand as you thought back to a few moments ago when you practically dry humped your boyfriend to an orgasm.

“Well I did feel good and I want to repay you, if you’ll let me” you offered with pleading eyes.

He sat for a second, this time him being the one to think it through. of course he wanted you to do stuff to him, but he didn't want to make you feel pressured. the thought of you wanting to please him willingly made his dick jump in his jeans. he finally looked you in the eyes, a nod following shortly after. 

“only if you want to princess” he responded. he waited patiently for you to assure him that you really wanted to do this before he pulled his long hard member out of his pants.

Throughout the 6 months that you have been together, this was the first time you had actually seen it. Not that Rafe was hiding himself, but he just felt it was best for when you were actually ready. you have felt it of course but seeing that now, you were flabbergasted.

“You’re huge rafe” you blurted out with your eyes wide. He laughed at your cuteness from the outburst that had caused your cheeks to turn cherry red. “Come here” he spoke softly, his hand grabbing ahold of yours.

“ I’ll show you what you can do” he said before placing your hand around his member,  his hand helping guide yours along his cock

“. Does it feel good?” you asked, your eyes focused very intensely on his expressions, needing clarification since you hadn't a clue what to do.  Rafe nodded while leaning his head back some, his eyes lowering.

“ yes princess” he said, his voice soft and comforting. He’s had plenty of hand jobs before, but it was different when it was yours. He  just had so much love for you at this point. You were the first girl he had ever spent time with and was in a relationship with that didn't include sex, which made you bond even more. The love he had for you was like no other, and so was the feeling of your hand around him right now. 

You bit your lip as you continued to pump your hand around him, squeezing slightly and twisting your hands in circles. Even though you had never watched porn or you had never personally done any of this yourself, you had read a lot of books that would sometimes go in detail into their sex scenes. You tried basing it off of what you had read, and by reading Rafe’s face, it was clear he was enjoying it.

You ran your thumb over his tip causing him to twitching your hands leaving a smirk on your face as you watched his breath hitch in the back of his throat>

“You’re doing so good princess” he praised. you sat for a second as you hesitated your next move before finally just lowering your head, wrapping your lips around him.  at this point Rafe was in complete shock seeing you build the confidence to please him the way you were. You were doing so good even though you had no prior experience.

“ princess your mouth feels so good” he groaned out, his voice deep and low. Your moaned slightly as you felt his fingers run through your hair pushing down slightly.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous before but now that you were actually doing it and watching how much you were pleasing Rafe turned you on more than you have ever been in your entire life and you didn’t want to stop.  you continue bobbing your head up and down, your hand following in the same motion as Rafe continued to moan and praise you for your actions.

"baby I’m gonna to cum”  he breathe out his hips slightly bucking up into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, your throat clenching aorund him.

“Fuck baby girl” he groaned out as his member started to twitch. you could feel him tugging on your hair trying to pull your head up but with all the confidence you had and the adrenaline, you kept your head lowered down on him. your lips were almost touching his pelvic bone, his tip deep in the back of your throat. you held your breath as you tried not to gag but the clenching from your throat immediately set Rafe’s orgasm off, his warm load shooting down the back of your throat. your eyes widened for a second as you tasted a thick warm salty substance fill in your mouth. Rafe bucked his hips in your mouth a few more times before his hips came to a complete stop. You lifted your head up slowly ,  your mind racing about what you had just done as Rafe watched you, making sure you were okay with what had just happened.

 his member immediately got hard again when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, slowly wiping the side of your mouth off from the saliva that was placed on the side of your lips.

“ God princess you’re just so perfect.” Rafe said. He stared at you and thought about all the other things he wanted to do to you. he wanted to taste you and feel himself inside you but it was much more satisfying to him knowing that you willingly wanted to do these things with him and he that didn’t force you to do anything. Knowing that you waited all these years and he got to be the one to finally let you experience it was the biggest flex he had on himself. It brought a warm feeling in his heart. 

“Did you like it?” he asked after he cleaned himself off placing his member back in his pants. You nodded before looking down with a shy smile as your cheeks turning cherry red.

“ I did I really did” you responded before laying yourself down next to him, placing your head on his chest.

“ maybe we can even do some more later tonight”  you offered causing a big grin to form across his face.

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Maybe part 2???

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Roses and Plums

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Bucky asks you to be his date to Scott and Hope’s wedding.

A/n: I mean it’s Bucky so there’s a fair amount of cursing, but the rest of it is just fluff. I’m at a point in my life where I go to a million weddings every year and I would love to have Bucky as my date. So here we are!

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“Fuck.”

Bucky curses to himself as he tries what feels like the millionth attempt at tying his tie. This had been his thing back in the 40s, he could throw on a suit and tie with his eyes closed.

I guess being 70 years out of practice would do it.

Also the fact that he was trembling with nerves about tonight. Nerves and excitement.

One last failed attempt and Bucky decides to chuck the tie onto his bed for the night. He looks himself up and down in the mirror, hoping his charcoal suit and white button down will be appropriate enough for tonight. Steve had said that it was supposed to be black tie, but why should Bucky worry about following the rules now?

Well, for one thing, he wanted to make sure he looked his best for his date. Part of him was still in shock that you said yes when he asked if you wanted to go with him to Scott and Hope’s wedding, and he didn’t want to do anything to make you regret that decision. Bucky smiles as he thinks back to that moment. How you cut him off before he could even finish the speech he rehearsed days before, talking about how it made sense that the two of you go together seeing that he was going to pass by your room on his way to the ceremony and they could sit together during the reception and obviously he would pay for your drinks and-

The smile on your face as he rambled on, his heart racing and hands making these weird manic gestures, made Bucky dizzy. You said that your only request was that he dance with you at least once that night.

Bucky swallowed as all words left his brain, and all he could do was nod in response. It had been a lifetime since he had danced with someone, but he felt like he could spend a whole other lifetime just dancing as long as it was with you.

But first, he needed to get this fucking tie on. 

He looks at his watch and groans. Thirty minutes until the ceremony. It was time for him to knock on your door so the two of you could head out. He took one last look in the mirror and sighed.

“Alright Barnes. You got this. Just be cool.” He quickly ties his hair back, tucking the loose strands that couldn’t be held by the band behind his ears. Then, he turns around to grab his tie and walks out of his room down the hallway to you.

He stops at you door, looking down and taking a deep breath to psych himself up. He lifts his right hand and breathes into it, inhaling immediately after to make sure his breath doesn’t smell. Then, he knocks.

His knuckles can only make contact with the door once before you open it. You had been excitedly pacing right in front of it for the last five minutes, trying to get your heart rate to settle at the idea of spending the whole night with Bucky.

As soon as Bucky’s eyes fall upon you he feels his brain start to short-circuit. 

You’re wearing an emerald green, A-line, off-the-shoulder chiffon dress with sequins swirling around the bodice. Your hair is pinned back in a low wavy bun with a few strands falling around your face. But what his gaze keeps falling back on was your smile, the way the corners of your plum-colored lips almost reach your ears as you look at him.

Beautiful.

Your smile slowly turns into a frown. “Bucky? You okay?”

He realizes that he’s been gaping at you, unable to speak for a few moments. He shakes his head and clears his throat. “Just great, doll. You look…” he looks you up and down again as a small smile forms on his lips, his eyes landing on yours, “Amazing.”

A blush peaks through your foundation and you give him a sheepish smile. “You’re looking pretty dashing yourself, Buck.”

Bucky’s smile turns into a small grimace. “Well, there is one thing…” He lifts his hand that holds the cursed tie. “Would you be able to help me with this? Apparently I’ve lost all skill when it comes to dressing myself in something that doesn’t consist of sweats or Kevlar.”

You giggle, reaching out to take the tie from Bucky and wrap it around his neck. The gesture causes him to take a step closer to you and his breath hitches. The scent of your perfume, the feeling of your breath bleeding through the fabric of his shirt, the way a bit of your tongue sticks out of your mouth as you concentrate on the task at hand is driving him crazy. You’ve never been this close to one another outside of sparring in the gym or under the cover of night, when you would run into Bucky’s room at the sound of his screams from another nightmare, crawling into bed and wrapping your arms around him, easing him back to sleep. 

Being in such close contact now somehow feels so much more intimate.

You finish with Bucky’s tie, and rest your hands on his chest for a brief moment, eyes peering up at him. 

“You’re lucky my brother couldn’t do this for shit, either.” You give a gentle pat to his chest and lower your hands back to your sides. Bucky fights the urge to stop you from moving and keep your hands resting against him.

“You’re the best, Y/n.” Bucky extends his right arm out to you instead. “Shall we?”

Your arm wraps through his and you give him a wink. “Let’s do this, Barnes.”

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The ceremony was lovely. It was held outside about a mile away from the compound in an open field surrounded by woods. Hope had wanted to get married in the same church as her parents, but she knew that having a large public ceremony where the majority of attendees were Avengers who were dressed for drinking and dancing and not armored for combat was….not the best idea.

Still, Tony told her and Scott that no expense needed to be spared, and they turned a random area of land into an outdoor oasis, covered with lanterns and twinkle lights. A large tent for the reception that was lit up with various shades of blues, purples, and greens. Extravagant flower arrangements covered almost every surface. They even somehow installed a koi pond next to the massive bar area.

Bucky heard you gasp when the two of you first entered, your fingers gently grazing some of the flowers near you. He looked from side to side to see if anyone was looking your way, then stealthily reached down to grab a white rose from one of the bouquets, and handed it to you. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, looking around to see if anyone noticed, trying to sound horrified but failing to do so through the smile spread across your face.

Bucky shrugged. “What are they going to do, send me to jail for floral thievary?” He winks at you. “That smile is worth doing hard time for.” 

You giggle, twirling the rose in your fingers, and the two of you make your way to your seats next to Steve, Nat, and Sam.

You only cried a little during the ceremony. First when seeing young Cassie walk down the aisle tossing flower petals with the biggest smile on her face. Then when Scott got choked up saying his vows to Hope. You tried to hide your tears by subtly dabbing the corners of your eyes, but Bucky heard your soft sniffles. Somehow he found the courage to take your hand in his, and he caught your smile in his peripherals as you entwined your fingers together.

During the reception, Bucky made every effort to stay by your side the whole evening, only leaving when he saw that your glass was empty and he would walk over to the bar and grab you another gin and tonic. He never missed the way your eyes would light up when he returned next to you.

He had been nervous for weeks leading up to this moment, but now that he was here with you, he felt completely at ease. Being by your side, holding your hand, being in the presence of your illuminating smile, it all felt right.

The only time Bucky felt his stomach drop to the ground was when the band opened up the dancefloor and started with a slow song, the soft sound of a trumpet echoing throughout the tent for the beginning of “La Vie En Rose”. All of the couples started to get out of their seats and made their way over to dance. 

Bucky’s eyes shoot down to the table, then over at you. You smirk, trying to feign confidence, but he can see the blush creeping up your face, hear the increase in your heartbeat.

You’re just as nervous as he is and it makes Bucky want to laugh. Instead, he stands up and extends his hand out to you.

“Promise is a promise, doll,” he says. You beam at him, and put your hand in his as he pulls you up out of your seat and onto the dancefloor.

The two of you stand in front of each other awkwardly at first. Bucky clears his throat and gently pulls you closer to him, putting his left hand on your waist and guiding the hand he’s holding to settle on his chest, his still wrapped over yours. The feeling sends a chill down your spine and you stifle a gasp. You lift your right hand and rest it on his shoulder, and the two of you sway from side to side to the music. 

“Sorry if I step on your toes, Buck,” you mumble, staring down at your feet. “I’d be lying if I said I was a pro at this.”

Bucky chuckles, then moves his right hand underneath your chin, guiding your eyes up to his. “You’re doing great. Besides, it would be an honor to have your feet step on mine.” He gives you a wink and takes his hand back into yours.

You roll your eyes. “Alright, buddy. I think it’s time to cool it with the drinks for the night.”

“I’m serious, Y/n,” he says, unable to fight back a smile. “That would further prove that this moment is real and not another dream I’ve made up in my mind about dancing with you.” 

He realizes what he’s said the moment your eyes widen, and his smile falls, heat rushing to his face.

“You’ve….you’ve dreamt about dancing with me?”

Bucky takes in a sharp inhale, then nods. No turning back now, he thinks to himself. “They’re pretty good dreams,” he says, almost a whisper.

You blink slowly, trying to process the words coming out of Bucky’s mouth. 

He grimaces at your silence. “Sorry, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, doll. In fact, why don’t we just pretend I never said anyth-”

“Me too,” you cut him off.

Bucky’s mouth hangs open. “What?”

“I’ve dreamt of dancing with you as well, Buck. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since you asked me to be your date tonight. I even asked Steve to give me dance lessons so I didn’t make a total fool of myself.”

“You what?” Bucky laughs out.

“Well, you always talk about how much you loved to go dancing back in the 40s. It was such a common thing compared to now. So I’m sure every girl you went out with was an amazing graceful queen who could do all these steps in their sleep. I just…” you look down again, embarrassed, “I wanted to make sure you would enjoy dancing with me like you did then.”

Bucky gapes at you. “Y/n,” you look back up at him and stormy blue eyes pierce yours, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier dancing with someone than I do right now. With you. None of those ‘queens’ made my heart literally stop when I looked into their eyes, when they smiled at me, at the feel of their touch. Not the way you do. There’s no need to compare yourself to them because there is literally no possible way to compare them to you. None of them have ever consumed my thoughts the way you do.”

It takes you a moment to form words in your head after hearing all of this. Bucky. Bucky Barnes. The man you had been in love with since you first laid eyes on him. Was it possible he felt the same way you did?

You lift your right hand up to Bucky’s face and you hear him gasp at the contact. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he leans into your touch.

“Bucky Barnes,” you say, and he swears hearing his name upon your lips has to be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, “you truly are something.”

His eyes narrow. “I hope you mean that in a good way, doll.”

You smile, pulling his face down so that you can place a soft kiss on his cheek. His eyes close in pure bliss at the feeling of your lips on his skin. You pull away and hover your mouth over his ear. “The best,” you whisper.

Bucky lets out a soft moan that makes your toes curl. His grip on your waist tightens and he gently pushes you back just enough to allow his nose to graze yours. You look up at him, eyes filled with nothing but a single question. A question that Bucky can only answer by leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

You sigh into his lips, allowing the feel and taste of his mouth take over every last one of your senses. Bucky, on the other hand, feels an electric current run from his lips to the rest of his body, and it’s as if every one of his senses is heightened, liberated while kissing you.

Eventually, after not nearly enough time, he pulls away and smiles at the dreamy look in your eyes. That look immediately switches to one of horror as you look at his face, lips and cheek now painted with plum-colored lipstick.

You laugh, reaching up to attempt to wipe it off with your thumb. “Sorry, Buck. Looks like I’ve left my mark on you.”

Bucky’s smile widens and he grabs hold of your wrist to stop you. 

“You did that long ago, sweetheart.”

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a faux pair

Summary: you and alpine do not get along

Warning: none!

Pairing: Bf!Bucky barnes x reader

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If you were water, Alpine was oil. If you were Steve Jobs, Alpine was Bill Gates. If you were a fork, Alpine was definitely the toaster that burnt you to bits. If you were a phone, Alpine would be the water that ended you immediately.

In summary, the two of you did not get along. At all. It was very unfortunate too seeing as you were dating Bucky Barnes. In turn made you stuck with the cute, little demon.

Something soft was tickling the back of your neck, but you're tired and could care less at this point. From Bucky’s point of view, he watches as your hand floats away from his shoulder, so your fingers could graze the back of your neck.

You went back to sleep, but he wasn’t satisfied with that. You yawned the second time and scratched the back of your neck again, nuzzling your face closer to his chest. The third time, he could feel the frustration flowing off of you, as your eyes scrunched then finally opened.

Bucky closed his eyes without delay, letting his mouth hang open as if he was asleep.

“You’re really annoying, has anyone ever told you that before?” you yawn.

“Yeah, Sam let’s me know from time to time” he smirks, not even hiding how guilty he is. “Morning, baby”

He grips your hip, tugging your body up so your face to face then gives you your routine morning kiss/kisses.

“Morning, plum” you recited, it’s amazing how frustration washes away when you look at him.

Bucky would knock the socks off of someone if they ever had the balls to call him plum. Hell, he stopped what he was doing the first time you decided to give him the pet name. But then his heart started doing that weird thing it did when he said or heard things like ‘I love you’. Once he realized you had actually given him a cutesy name to begin with. The nickname didn’t seem so bad after all— plus it was coming from you which was a major bonus.

So, once he sorted his thoughts out, he stared and smiled. A creepy smile if you were the one to tell the story, but you were glad he found it endearing.

You watched him contemplate going in for another kiss. You closed your eyes, puckering your lips. You were ready. Because if there’s one thing about Buck, it’s how much he loves kissing.

If this were a movie. That sound effect where the record scratches to reveal an awkward stop. Would play at this exact moment, you swore that cat could sense whenever you wanted your time with Bucky.

You hear her meowing first and then watch her stretch out at the end of the bed, near Bucky's feet. She walks along the comforter, like royalty, before reaching Bucky's face. Fitting herself between your faces. Her rear to your face, tail whipping in front of your face.

Your hand nudges her tush to the side when you hear his raspy chuckle. as she gifts him kitten licks on his cheeks.

“You have a good sleep? Yea? Can tell” his knuckles scratching her cheek.

The pitch in his voice as he talks to her isn't lost to you. Alpine is literally his child.

You turn on your other side to get your phone.

‘That little––”

Your thoughts get cut short when you feel the extreme body heat of one super soldier on your back. “You alright?”

“She chewed through my charger” you groaned, You twist your head, the first thing that catches your eye is Alpine sitting behind Bucky's body. Eyeing you as if she didn't do it or she could be owning it and was testing you. Licking her paws all while she looked down on you. "And now my phone's dead"

Bucky turns to Alpine, his back to you. Taking the opportunity, you stick your tongue out towards her. Trying to keep your brave face when she throws a deep hiss towards you.

“Aye,” he snaps his finger. “That wasn’t nice, it also wasn’t nice that you destroyed her charger” he reprimands her. It seems to work as she puts down her paw immediately, throwing Bucky those big eyes.

As you’ve said, a literal child through Bucky’s eyes.

He can’t resist, bringing her into his chest and placing a kiss on her head. She purrs when his fingers–– the vibranium ones–– scratch her fur. There’s only two things you and Alpine could agree on. The love for his vibranium arm and the love for Bucky.

“What time is it?”

“9:45. I’m so sorry about that, doll.”

“It’s okay Buck, really. Is it alright if I use yours? I’ll buy a new one on my way to work”

“Go ahead, what do you want for breakfast?”

“Those plum parfaits?” you ask warmly.

“You got it, babe” he kisses you once. “Go hop in the shower”

Watching him walk away, you eye the way his back muscles flex and the way his sweat pants hang low. Low enough to see the band of his briefs. The way his bun hangs low, after tying it back fast last night. It was a perfect mess, with those fly-aways and the strands in front of his face.

You want to scream into your pillow thinking about how this morning should've gone.

-

The shower you take helps you sizzle down. Now you’re walking out of Bucky's room, your hair styled away from your face. Lavender scrubs with paw prints patterned adorning your body.

“Lookin’ hot, doc”

You laugh him off, taking a seat at his kitchen island. Inserting his charger in your phone.

A major paradox with your relationship with Alpine was that you were a veterinarian. Surrounded by different animals everyday, especially cats and dogs.

So imagine your surprise when your boyfriend introduces you to his cat and she doesn't like you very much. You and Bucky assumed she needed time to warm up. She's only around Bucky eight percent of the time, the Avengers for the rest of it. Now, there's this random lady who keeps staying at her owner's place, taking him away.

You’ve gotten along with ninety-nine percent of the pets you interact with. Aside from the ones that weren’t domesticated or hated the vets.

In truth, she seems to be territorial of Bucky.

They say cats, animals in general, can sense energy in people. It seems like a load of crap now.

Bucky takes a seat next to you, sliding you your parfait, holding onto a spoon.

“Thank you!”

“Anything for you” he smiles at you, sticking the spoon deep in the cup.

“Bucky!” you push his hand off the spoon, pulling the spoon up. There’s yogurt on the middle of the spoon and you scowl at him.

You sit and talk with him, laughing or giggling most of the time. his arm naturally around your shoulder.

“I gotta go” you raise from your seat, striding to the sink.

“What?” He checks the time on the stove, “You usually leave in like, 10 minutes.” He recounts this like it’s easy math, remembering your routine to a t.

“I have to go buy a new charger, remember?” Your back is to him.

“Oh...well, I’ll see you later love you”

When you turn around from placing the dishes on the drying rack. Bucky stands a few inches away from the door. Your jacket hangs on his arm, purse in hand, and a pack of treats he picked up at the store clutched in his other hand.

With their meet-cute, he dropped by with the notion of adopting a pet, you could tell a cat was the pet for him. It usually was what all the biggest, broodest men need. So he came by and you guided him, helping him meet cat after cat. Sadly none of them clicked with him.

“How do you know when one is for you?” he asked, an Orange kitten sat in his gloved hands.

“Trust me you’ll feel the bond before you know it” you smiled at him, a senior cat in your arms.

That day you talked him through all the demands of a cat, they aren’t as simple as most people think they are. He listened to every piece of advice you gave him.

By the end of the two hours he spent there. Getting to know every single cat that was a part of the shelter connected to the vet. He went home empty handed and you could see how bummed out he was.

You advised him of two options: you could call him when you had new cats or you could send him to other great shelters.

He chose to look around some other shelters.

You don’t see him until four days later.

You were beginning to spread peanut butter on the lick pad in front of an eager young husky. When a knock was on your door, causing the puppy–– storm–– to bark and howl.

“Come in” you replied. When you looked up Adah poked her head out.

“Hey, Bucky Barnes is here to see you” she couldn’t hold back the sleek look on her lips as she talked.

“Oh, uh,—“ the popsicle stick in your hand falters, giving Storm an easy advance to the peanut butter. You laughed mumbling a sorry to his owners, taking away the lick pad. “I’m still doing his check up, can u ask him if he’ll wait in one of the rooms?”

“Gotcha”

The puppy is all good to go, happy as he gnaws on his treat, and healthy with the shot you had to give him.

You knock on the door Adah told you. Revealing Bucky Barnes sitting in a chair, a cat carrier on the seat next to him. He's talking to the cat in the carrier and you laugh when his head shoots up in embarrassment. Smiling when it washes away to see it's you, when he smiles back

“Hey!” Bucky greets, his hand waving.

“Hey Bucky, is everything alright”

“Everything is perfect. I went to another shelter like you told me and picked her up. I wanted you to meet her.”

Your smile stays at his information, “I’m glad you were able to find a pet. What’s her name?” You asked, sitting in the chair next to him.

“I named her Alpine” he grins, unzipping the carrier.

“It’s a cute name”

You peek in to see a white cat rolling around a plush sushi toy between her paws. She stops when she notices the intruder looking into her temporary home.

When you reach in your hand cautiously, palm down. Letting her get a sniff. You retreat the motion at the sound of her hiss and the image of her canines at attention. You laugh it off awkwardly, embarrassed.

The look on Bucky's face shows his embarrassment, “I’m so so sorry!” He zips the carrier in a wild manner.

“It’s fine—“

“She’s never done that before, really, I took her to meet my friend Sam and his nephews. So I don’t really—“

You could never be mad at that. But he also doesn’t know that, you note as he apologizes profusely.

“It’s fine, Bucky, seriously. I deal with it all the time. She probably enjoys her personal space!” you spring.

He nods his head, letting his hands rest on the carrier.

“I—“ he clears his throat, “I also wanted to ask you something”

“Shoot.”

“‘Was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?”

“That sounds great” you wish you could control how hard you're smiling now. Hoping it matches the charming one on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely”

Ever since then. He's dropped by with the guise of bringing you lunch or that he wanted to see you (which wasn't all the way false.) He couldn't fool you so easily. Because he somehow always had a cool gadget in his hand or treats that he thought the animals would enjoy. Heading to the back to play with, take care of, or clean up after the affirment of animals here. And getting to know your co-workers in the meantime.

“Thank you. I love you, be good” setting a kiss to his cheek then lips.

“I’ll try” chin jutted out to touch your palm.

-

You walk through the familiar doorway. You huff as you hang up your coat and drop your purse on the floor. You stand against the cold metal, loving the contrast from the heat outside. Today was starting so good only to end in complete shit.

“Baby is that you!” you hear Bucky yell from his bedroom.

“No! It’s an intruder” you mumble the last part, absolutely done with this day.

“Funny!” he yells back, it actually wasn’t.

You know he’s coming closer by the heavy footsteps. If he were to live in an apartment he'd definitely get complaints left and right.

Bucky notices almost immediately the frustration within your body language.

“Shit day?” he asks, arms open wide for you.

Your heart melts all while you crash into his chest and let your arms wrap around his waist.

“Yes!” groaning, your face clinging to his chest. “I got pecked by a parrot” you complain, raising the now band aid wrapped pointer finger.

He chuckles at the high-rise pitch in your voice, bringing you finger to his lips so he gives it a gentle peck.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine” you pull away, his hands warming your cheeks. “I just want to get in my sweats and watch New Girl”

“You got it,” he tells you lovingly. “You want salted or kettle corn”

“I’m in a salted mood today”

“I’ll get that ready, go change and put the show on”

You had no idea what you did to deserve a guy like Bucky, but you weren’t going to question it as you kissed his cheek.

Walking into his bedroom, Alpine was sunbathing on the catio Bucky built her.

A wooden box with a screen, built on the outside of the house. Letting her lay and relish in the breeze or whatever weather/image would catch her eye.

“Hey Alpine” you say tiredly, going straight for the drawer in the dresser that bc your clothes.

She meows back, walking out of the box, and most likely to the kitchen since that’s where Bucky is at the moment.

When you’re in your sweats and Bucky’s black tee, you stride over to Bucky who’s putting the salt and pan back in their places. Two bowls of fresh popcorn handed to you.

“Thank you!” You cheer, grabbing one bowl.

“You’re very welcome” Bucky replied, kissing your temple as he walked you both to the couch.

He sits first, arms away from his lap to allow you to settle onto his thighs. With utter audacity, Alpine dashes from in front of the television and between Bucky’s legs. Circling a bit before she decides to lay horizontally against his legs.

You stand there like an idiot as she turns onto her back, belly up, requesting for Bucky to rub her tummy.

“Alpine!” Bucky chuckles, giving in as he rubs her belly. “Okay, enough time to move, Al.” His voice is soothing as his thumb goes to run under her chin. Yet, when he goes to move her next to his thigh she meows in protest, clinging to his top, turning herself into liquid.

“It’s all right Buck” you smile, zipping to the spot next to him, as close as possible. A smile on your face as he slides an arm over your shoulders.

“Sorry ’bout that”

You turn your face to his, “It’s all right, I understand the need. It’s best spot in the house”

He laughs in response–– the cute, husky laugh where his eyes squint just a bit–– before he kisses you

-

The night was going perfectly. There was no way you were going to get the spot on Bucky’s lap as Alpine said her Z’s. But the kisses. Squeezes on your shoulder at the abnormal parts to let you know he found something hilarious. Made up for the bad day and you not being able to cuddle with Bucky.

In the middle of the episode, his phone that settles on the coffee table beeped three times.  Catching the attention of everyone, waking up Alpine.

He shuffles forward, to the end of the couch, reaching over to the coffee table. Alpine meows in annoyance.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know, drama queen” he huffs as he sits against the couch once again, tickling the cat’s belly when she argues back.

“Is everything all right?” you ask.

“Yeah…Sam texted me” he sighs, running his vibranium hand through his hair. “Just have a last minute mission in four hours.”

He tries not to let the sight of your eyebrows dropping and your hold on the bowl loosen a little bit, get to him. Tomorrow you had your day off in a while and the both of you had planned a cute date! Bucky feels like complete shit.

“Oh–– well it’s okay plum, we can––”

“It’s not okay, doll. I’m really sorry, but I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back–– Hey! I’ll take you to that extreme milkshake place.” he snaps his fingers when the idea clicks, proud of his quick thinking

“You got a stomach ache last time we went,” you mumble.

“Don’t worry about me. If you wanna go, we’ll go”

“Can we pass by the bookstore after?”

He nods, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your shoulder.

“All is forgiven then” you tease him, your thumb and pointer finger pinching his chin.

“I’m beat, you ready to go to bed, dollface?”

When you yawned a yes. Bucky lifted Alpine so she's cradled in his shoulder–– his literal child. A hand strokes her back while the other holds your waist.  You in front guiding you all to the bedroom.

He rests Alpine in her plush cat tower, her latest obsession with how fast she abandoned her cat bed for it. Then you're both in bed a minute later, chest to chest, as you hold each other close.  

-

“Baby” Bucky stands next to your side of the bed, body tilted down as he tries to whisper you awake. But, you don't budge.

When you finally do squint to see the lamp on your nightstand turned on. Springing awake when the blurs clear and you see Bucky standing over you in his tactical gear. Drowned in dark leather, his hair pulled back in a low, sprouting ponytail, and a duffle bag clutched in his hand.

“Bucky!–– You can’t do that, you almost gave me a heart attack” you breathe out, palm covering your face.

The sun hasn’t even risen yet, looking at the clock set on the desk across the room, you see it’s only three-thirty eight.

“I’m heading out,” he whispers.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out” you force a tight lipped smile. Taking Bucky’s offered hand, stepping out of bed. Unwelcome to the way the cold air glides against your legs.

He leads the way, your conjoined hands acting as a link. Before he gets to the door he makes a stop at Alpine’s fortress. You watch in adoration as he kisses her cheek then scratches under her chin. The sound of her purring in her sleep bouncing in the room. The paradox of him in his gear, all masculine and dark, while he says a goodbye to his cat, in utter softness. Isn’t lost to you.

Now you're both standing in the doorway. His duffle bag rests next to the boots on his feet, your hand waffles with his swinging in the small gap between you two.

“Be careful, allright, and tell Sam I said hi and to be careful too”

He smiles at your concern, lifting one hand to kiss the back of it.

“I will doll, don't worry yourself.”

You bring him into a hug, letting one hand rest on his neck while the other cards through his hair. “It’s kind of hard not too” you mumble.

He pulls you back by your waist to send you a pert kiss, “Don’t forget Alpine gets two feedings, half a cup. Nothing more. A treat or two if she’s being good”

You let him finish the rundown.

“Buck we've been together for months, I know what to do. It’s cute how you worry though”  

He tickles your waist at your teasing, smiling at you fondly.

A cloud flies over both of your heads, when his phone beeps three times. Messages from Sam you assume.

“Sam is downstairs, I’ll see you later okay, Love you”

“Love you too,” you kiss, your hand holding onto the back of his neck.

You watch him run towards the exit and over his shoulder he shouts, “You both stay out of trouble!”

“We’ll be the best of friends!” you shout, cupping your mouth with your hands.

“That’s what I'm scared of” he says last, blowing you a kiss.

The dynamic between you and Alpine was something he couldn’t not notice. But, he also wasn’t worried, knowing it wasn’t deep. He had his two favorites fighting for his attention, half the time, how could he hate this. He shouldn’t enjoy it as much as he does. He knows at some point whatever is between you two will go to rest.

-

Oh my gosh.

You scoot further to the edge of the bed, away from incessant meowing in your ear. It’s your day off, you want this one thing (to sleep!) As if she had sensed it, she crawled closer. Leaning her mouth even closer to your ears than before.

“Okay, okay” you sit up, looking down at the feline. Her ears tuck back, looking even closer, you watched her make biscuits in the soft sheets.  

You rub your eyes of sleep, you should’ve known, you sigh. Now, you feel like an asshole.

“Yeah...I miss him too, but Bucky will be back soon.”

A low, long meow is her response.

“Let’s go get breakfast”

You get out of bed, Alpine paced beside you.

Once you’re in the kitchen, you reach up for a can of cat food, today’s special: tender beef and chicken, placed on the counter. You spread it on her fun feed mat. You also add some salmon flakes.

“There you go” her food placed in front of her then you begin your breakfast, which you planned to eat in the living room.

-

You’re finished with breakfast and enjoying the movie in front of you. It was hilarious, so hilarious you didn’t notice something soft rubbing against your leg. Or the sound of the purring over your laughter. The hair on your leg stands up at the intrusion and you look down to see It's Alpine, obviously.

You move your leg and the shock on your face when she follows it, is very evident.

You assume that because Bucky isn’t here to give her the affection she’s used to, she has no choice but to get her elsewhere.

The shock continues when she jumps on the couch, prances over your leg so she’s sat in the space between your legs. Her head nudges your stomach.

You’ve had your fair share of cats, animals in general, come in for a check up. At first some are bitter as ever, no one likes going to the doctor, but they soften up or at least tolerate for the time being. But this— this is a monumental event, Bucky probably wouldn’t believe.

You grab your phone quickly, taking a picture of her all cuddled up in your lap. Your hand reaches down carefully to caress the white fur. She doesn’t hiss or fight it.

It could honestly make you cry, getting to finally cuddle with Alpine in a way like this. You know she doesn’t hate you, but wants her respectful space away from you.

Picking her up as you lay on your side, Alpine stays close.

“You’re so adorable when you're nice, you know that?” you coo, your finger rubbing under her chin.

—

“Hi baby” Bucky rasps. He’s in the quintet laying on his back as his hand fiddles with the necklace his love got him for his birthday. The mission was a feat, nothing too harsh for him and Sam. Now, he felt like he was in the 40s, talking to some girl he was tripping all over.

“Hi, how’d everything go?”

“Went fine doll, told you nothing to worry about”

“Well excuse me, but I’m glad to be proven right this one time” you smile.

It’s night time for the both of you and he’s ona quinjet back to you. It’s quiet except for slight snoring of Alpine, who’s laid right next to you.

“How’s pine?”

“She is perfectly fine, sleeping now–– you won’t believe it Bucky.”

“Continue, doll” he laughs at the habit of yours. Always expecting him to guess, by keeping a long pause after each ‘you won’t believe it’ or ‘guess what, Bucky!’

“Alpine and I cuddled today! Like full on cuddled, she rubbed against my leg and sat in my lap. We took a nap while the movie was playing, and now here she is again cuddling with me while she naps.”

“You guys are what?!”

“I know!” you whisper your excitement “She’s a little angel.”

He laughs at your remark, he couldn’t agree more, you somehow pulled the short end of the sticks.

“She do the nose twitch thing when you pet under her chin?” He knows the answer.

“Yes! She likes getting her beans massaged too, it’s adorable” you groan, overwhelmed with a cat so cute. “When are you gonna be  home?”

“Landing around five am, I'm pretty sure. I’ll be there to wake you up before you know it”

-

“Good morning” whispered in your ear.

You groan at the sun then turn around to face a shirtless Bucky, plopped up on his elbow.

“I thought you were gonna wake me up when you got here?”

“A good morning would be nice”

“Good morning, Buck, I thought you were gonna wake me up when you got here?”

He smiles, his index finger hooks under your chin and his thumb takes space on your chin. You let your thumb take a spot on the dimple of his chin.

“You’re cute when you’re sleeping” he murmurs, letting his face get closer to yours. He’s eyeing your lips and barely trying to not be obvious.

It’s so close, so so close to getting your morning kiss when Alpine jumps on the bed. Her meows are off the wall at the sight of Bucky in his spot once again. Bucky jumps away in surprise, bringing Alpine to his chest once she’s close enough.

“Hey girl, missed you too” he scratches under her chin. You can’t even be mad, melting at the sight in front of you.

You turn over to your nightstand...Your phone isn’t charging. Someone was hungry it seems. Inspecting the charger to see bite marks indented all over. When you turn back, Alpine eyes you cutely, telling you:

‘It can’t all be love’

-

It’s Monday morning:

“Bucky, I'm getting ready to leave” you yell, gathering your keys, lunch box, phone, and jacket.

“Okay! Bring me a kiss” he shouts back, from the couch.

You speed to the living room. Walking in on Bucky sitting on the accent chair, Alpine on his lap while he does her daily stretches. He has her up in the air as her arms spread up in the air. Then she’s taking a break cuddled in his lap.

“See you later Buck, be good” you give him a kiss at the end, then reach your hand down to scratch the top of Alpine’s head. “You guys are too precious, just wanna squish you” you coo, your finger pinching Bucky’s cheek. He blushes at the comment, trying to hide his face.

“No we’re not. Right Alpine? We’re manly men” he growls, saying the words in low pitch. You laugh at his goofiness.

You could practically howl when Bucky raises Alpine to your face. In a high pitch voice states, “Need your tires fixed?”

“You’re such a goof, have a good day, see you later” you lean down to kiss him again.

“Drive safe, Dinner will be ready when you get here” he hums, his closed smile thrown up at you almost puts you in a daze.

“Love you”

“I love you”

And you're on your way.

-

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[astarriscus]

oh to be sick (achoo!) and in love. — marius x female!reader ❀

"psst missy, hey missy." "leave me alone."

as marius tries to call for your attention, you merely groan and mumble incoherently, drawling out your exasperated answer to him. most days, really, you just deal with his antics, and sometimes even enjoy them! not that you would ever admit that, though.

but now? nope. not today. no way.

"aha, sorry sorry—! you've just been awfully quiet so i've just been wondering if something is up...?"

and so he asks, and you reply only with a very-telling series of coughs that hopefully aided him in painting a picture of just how you're feeling right now.

you don't look up, still drowning in your misery of "goodness gracious why today, why whenever" as you toss another tissue into the growing pile of... well, tissues, and continue wallowing and groaning with your unbelievably raspy throat.

it's quite a funny sight to him, really. he almost feels the urge to laugh—but he's better than that. you half expect him to tease you as he usually does... but are instead comforted with a warm and very soft blanket?

"just relax, okay?"

hands gently push your shoulders down, as you blink tiredly at the figure towering over you. "marius...?" he gives you a warm smile, one that is genuinely soft—and though you hate to admit—there's no lie that his boyish yet caring grin sends your heart aflutter.

you pout lightly, narrowing your eyebrows at him. and he returns the stare with a brow raised, as if daring you to not take care of yourself while sick.

"...fine." "good, then!"

he flashes his unfairly pearly white teeth at you, petting your head—"ow."—but you can't help but smile despite how exhausted you are, with how marius is very sweet! you knew that already of course, but still—it helps you remember why you let marius steal your heart, as he would say, though he may be such a cheeky brat often. regardless of all his quirks, you love him for being him, right?

"glad to be on the receiving end of my generous care and love, are you? hm?" "you sure that isn't you, happy to take care of poor old sick me? cute, miserably sick me..."

you wipe the smile off your face almost immediately upon his light teasing, turning it into an exaggerated scowl as you continue spouting random things 'neath your breath rather sarcastically. he merely laughs, and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose—the sight of his plum-colored eyes somehow managing to calm the incessant tickle of your nose. it's a rather sweet moment, the two of you mesmerized by the other's eyes, and it would have been a moment he would probably have painted on a canvas until you scrunched your nose and desperately pulled out more tissue to use.

he chuckles once more, pulling away and faking a gagging noise (which you lightly punch his arm playfully for), the sound (his laugh, not the gagging noise btw </3) lingering in your mind with the way he sounds so beautiful—ahem, not that you would ever tell that to his pretty face.

and so he turns on his heel, about to make his way out of the room to leave you to rest, but not before you call to him—"hey, von hagen?"

he swiftly turns around, eyes as pretty as amethysts catching your own pair. "yeah?"

the butterflies in his stomach flutter more upon seeing the smile crawling up to your face as you close your eyes, relaxing and readying yourself to take a quick nap. he has an idea of what you're about to say, but he still cannot prepare himself for it.

"thanks, i love you."

the subtle shyness in your voice enlarged his grin, though he's also glad you cannot see the obvious red tint covering his ears and spreading to his cheeks.

"it's nothing. i love you too."

a comfortable silence follows, and he thinks to himself—"how can you be so cute?!"—as he spares one last glance at your figure before heading off his own way. and he continues on his day with a smile (which the other members of nxx tease and bully him for), until he'll see you again. and, hopefully, you'll be better by then! to be recipient of all the love he has to give you. <3

a/n ; i hope i got his character right, 1st time writing fr tot !! 🤨💗 wrote this when i felt just like ^^ this ^^ bcs twas my usual sneezing that i get like. every other week or so 😭 self indulgent much, but i hope y'all like this anyways <33 and hopefully y'all aren't feeling sick but if you are! pls take care of urself 🙇‍♀️😤♡ ——— m.list.

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[hozierandco]

Callum Turner x Reader - The After-Match pt. 2 (SMUT)

A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.

Cal, 10.56 pm: You better be home in 30 minutes or I'm starting the after-match without you

Y/N, 10.57 pm: I'll be there in no time!

A wave of cheers had engulfed the streets: Chelsea had won and it was only the beginning of a long night for the supporters that had assembled from all around, from Trafalgar Square to Greenwich, from Brixton to Hammersmith.

Horns beeping everywhere, pedestrians with beer in their hand and their voices broken.

"Are you joining us, Callum? We're going to the pub to celebrate!"

"Nah, tonight I'm celebrating with Y/N!"

Callum's friends all chuckled while looking at each other "You lucky bastard!", one snickered.

"We're not holding you back then!", another added.

"Have a great night, lads!", Callum said while getting his coat that had been discarded on the hat stand by the door.

"Yeah, you too!"

There was no time to lose. He could not take a cab since he had not booked any and going with his own two feet would take him nearly an hour. He knew that an hour would be way too long and that his body would not be able to cope.

From the moment he had read that Y/N had been cheeky enough not to wear any undergarments, he had felt a bulge flourishing. He had benefitted from the half-time to try and get rid of the tide that was boiling in his boxers, to no avail.

He then decided to take the tube, hoping in his innermost that the next train wouldn't last too long to arrive and that it wouldn't be too crowded. The Northern line usually was not at that time of the night but it was a game night so who knew...

He ran to the Angel train station as his phone indicated that the next train would be there in 10 minutes.

Cal, 11.09 pm: Shit, Y/N, you've got me running... The things I wouldn't do to fuck you...

Cal, 11.12 pm: U there?

But Y/N too was busy running. If the road from Regent's Park to Primrose Hill was a rather short one, she had taken too much time parting from her friends and was now late for Callum's plans.

Y/N, 11.14 pm: It's only your warm-up Cal'

Cal, 11.16 pm: From now on, it's "sir" for you!

Only a few seconds after reading the instruction, Y/N heard her phone writhe again.

Cal, 11.16 pm: If you're not here in ten minutes, I swear things will go very wrong for you!

It was all that Y/N needed to go back to her running although she was aroused at the idea that things could go "very wrong" according to her boyfriend.

She had one last street to walk by. She looked at her phone: 11.23 pm. Why are the London streets so long, she thought...

Finally the door to the Georgian hôtel particulier they shared with three other tenants. 11.25 pm.

She walked in only to notice that Callum was standing under the bare lightbulb in their living room.

"Congratulations for the game!"

"Yeah...", Callum said absent-mindedly. Y/N understood what Callum was doing: he was going through all the possibilities he had to take as much pleasure with her.

In love, Callum was the romantic type with a twist. It did not take him much to change from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde but he always valued Y/N's pleasure over his, always listening to the echoes of her lust. He was a passionate lover beyond the shadow of a doubt.

But that night, Chelsea had won and a deal is a deal.

Callum walked in a painfully slow pace towards Y/N with his large hands behind his back. When he was at her level, he stood in a parallel way behind her back and with one hand started descending on Y/N's dress. He had to check by himself.

Careful as not to touch her genitalia for the time being as he was not willing to surrender now, he grazed her hips and noticed that she had not lied.

"You really didn't wear no panties, huh?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Cal"

Callum clucked his tongue and corrected her while putting his two hands on her shoulders "What did I say? It's "sir" for the misbehaving girls who wear slim dresses with nothing under them"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Sir"

Callum flipped Y/N around so that she was now facing him and ignited a symphony of kisses on her neck, her forehead and finally on her mouth. With each kiss, he went stronger too which Y/N replied by forcing her tongue to meet his.

Callum pulled her even closer and was ready to take her right there on the spot but he had another plans. With the contact of his beige chino trousers over her velvet dress, Y/N could spot the bulge that Callum had tried so hard to hide.

She might have looked a little too much for Callum had to intervene "Since you seem to like what you see, how about you get on your pretty knees and suck me off while you're at it"

"Yes, sir"

Y/N hoped that she would not be the cause for a pond on the floor as she had not anticipated that not wearing underwear could come with such consequences.

She executed herself and got on her knees. Right there, in the living room by the sole light emanating from the lightbulb and with the only sound of the supporters from afar.

She used Callum's legs as a support to get down and nodded at her boyfriend's "Are you okay with that?"

She was eager for the touch she had craved for almost ten days. When Callum had to leave abruptly earlier in the night, she had sensed it as a treason. Surely, he knew what he was doing, not giving her any attention for days and all of a sudden being all smitten.

He knew th ehold he had on her and knew the mess she would become if he started a fire only to let the sparks burning behind him.

Y/N then took Callum's trousers and boxers off in one brief moment, thus revealing the proud length that was finally being acknowledged and addressed.

Without further ado, Y/N stroked the thick column with her right hand, taking care of the two other inhabitants with her other one.

Callum could at last savour the fruit of his team's victory and his patience paying.

He was still standing tall on his two feet and came to the dramatic conclusion that he would soon need a pillar to rest on if he did not wish to fall. And would need one very soon as a matter of fact, considering the speed Y/N had gotten her hands used to. He chose Y/N's hair as a pillar and started running his hands in it.

All in her reactions appeared as though she would follow to the letter his commands. She had hungry plums in place of her eyes that manifested her lust to get more from the interaction. And her mouth was watering in expectation of the forbidden fruit that she would gladly receive. Slight moans slipped through her teeth, echoed by Callum's bestial growl.

Some foam oozed out of the head of his member, which seemed to be the signal Y/N had waited to get her mouth have a taste at it. She lapped up the drops of cum before getting more inside.

"All fucking night, I've been dreaming about this..."

"... And Chelsea winning too, I suppose?" Y/N retorted as she caught her breath back.

"Only close second to this", he assured with a moan on the corner of his lips and his hands directing her mouth to find its way back on where it was aching.

Callum's head tilted back as the petite mort was about to overflow and take him in its wake "Oh! Fuck, Y/N"

Once Callum's cock was empty of its ambrosia, Callum held a hand at Y/N to invite her to stand up and once she stood in front of him, he kissed her. In his kiss, he led the parade towards their bedroom.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Y/N playfully inquired in a moment of respite that her lover had been generous to offer. In fact, he also needed it as he was still panting from the kissing and the blowjob.

"Ride me", Callum said in a deadpan tone.

"Anything you want, sir!"

Callum had only had the time to pick his boxers from the floor of the living room but had relinquished his trousers over there. He lay all of his tall body on the bed, taking off his shirt in the process.

Still standing by the end of the bed, Y/N got her knees on the extremity of it, moving on all fours heading straight and as soft as a panther to her boyfriend.

She straddled him, pushing her hair to one side of her face. As she could feel the bulge forming again under her pounding groin, she took off her dress, passing the piece of cloth over her head. In a second when she did not have eyes on Callum as the dress was right before her eyes, he fondled the two pomegranates that introduce themselves to him.

He had straightened up and was now in a right angle to the headboard. In a perfect position to let his lips wander right between the two breasts.

"Fuck! You just never stop being gorgeous, do you?"

Y/N rubbed her pelvis against the actor's boxers on the spot where his growing protrusion was.

"Good God, I hope you're enjoying yourself... Teasing me like that..."

Y/N continued pleasuring her cavity as she purred at Callum's words. To help her on her merry-go-round and because he was craving more, he held her by her hips, enabling circles of bliss. He felt as though he was a bull on a rodeo stand, enjoying the view and wandering on her stomach, breasts and neck.

If there was one thing Callum loved above all, it was to see Y/N being satisfied. In their sex life, it translated in him usually being aroused by the simple sight of her coming. He could come too if he saw just how great it was for her.

"You're so bloody hot!", he commented almost breathless "but I really need to feel how wet you've gotten for me"

Y/N removed just enough of his boxers to grasp the tip of his cock which she plunged into her in one swift movement and carried on riding her boyfriend"

Y/N came some minutes later, too glad that she was finally getting all the attention she deserved. When Callum joined her, he let go of Y/N as she seemed exhausting from so much riding. As she lay on the bed, he slid under the sheets, to the level of her waterfall, desperate to have a taste of both fluids.

It was Y/N's turn to pull Callum's hair to show him how she wanted to be pleasured which Callum blindly followed. Shutting his eyes, he could feel the drops filling his mouth.

His tongue found its way through the humid weather. Y/N had always loved her lover's meticulousness when it came to that subject. It was as though he was under a mysterious spell, completely in trance. He was devoted and took all his time to give her all that she deserved.

Y/N wiggled under his moving head, moaning louder and louder by every stroke his tongue was taking.

"Callum!", she cried in the night as the supporters had grown quieter.

This time around, Callum did not correct her as having her come with his Christian name on her lips was worth all the gold in the world.