#and I ran out of steam to try and gently and playfully tease him to coax any banter

[buckyalpine]

18+ Filth and pure smut. My mind is on a sexy dilf Bucky with those delicious greys in his beard. I want his sweet wife teasing him over his age, especially after he shakes his head over the way their teenage sons friends keep trying to subtly hit on her. He doesn't blame them because his wife is gorgeous; an absolute milf and he's the luckiest man on the planet to call her his.

You can't help but playfully pinch his side when Bucky ushers your son and his friends all out of the house, slipping him a few bills, insisting he stay out late as he wants. He even gives him permission to crash at a friends house for the night leaving the two of you alone. (of course your son already knows why his dad is so persistent and it leaves him both disgusted and happy his parents are still so in love).

"Breakin' young boys hearts, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky lets out a low chuckle, untying the apron that was tied around your waist, letting it drop to the floor.

"Careful there, old man" You tease, giggling at the way he cocks an eyebrow not that the house was empty, "Might get a heart attack if you try anything at your age" and with that you saunter off to the bathroom to run a shower, looking over your shoulder to see if your husband would follow. He watches the way your hips sway, the insatiable little minx in you trying to get a rise out of him, discarding your clothing in the middle of the bedroom and leaving the bathroom door unlocked on purpose.

He'd show you exactly what an old man could do.

****

You felt your muscles relax as steam filled the room, hot water spraying against your skin while you added your peach shower gel to the loofah. You wondered what Bucky was up to, usually he'd-

"James" You gasp, feeling your husbands hard cock brush against your ass as he presses up you from behind, his large hands moving up your soap slicked body to grope onto your lathered breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples, giving them a harsh tug.

"Shhh," He smirked, nipping your neck, his tongue running up your skin, licking up the water droplets, "Don't stop on my account gorgeous, go on" He let out a satisfied hum when you went back to gently scrubbing your skin, his hands moving to rub up your thighs, ghosting in between them before pulling away and standing in front of you. His cock stood tall and proud, his swollen tip so pink, begging to be touched.

"James, please-

"Uh-uh, thought m' just an old man baby, just doin' what old men do" He smirked, palming himself, his eyes raking up and down your body, wrapping his hand around his shaft, "Aren't you pretty"

You went along with exactly what Bucky wanted, letting your hands trail along your body, soapy bubbles flowing down your curves while your husband started to stroke himself while leaning against the cold shower wall. "You're a pretty sight, look at what you do me to darlin' got me acting like a perverted little boy, touching myself while watching you"

He groaned, jerking himself faster, not sure what he wanted to focus on first. He'd seen you naked plenty of times and he'd certainly showered with you more times that he could count but he'd never get tired of the sight of his wife covered in the cutest bubbles, dripping wet, putting on a shower all just for him.

While Bucky was admiring you, you admired him right back. He'd aged like fine wine, his chestnut hair still luscious, the ends of his hair curling from the steam of the water. His beard had a few flecks of grey which just added to how handsome he was along with the thick muscle that ran under his skin. Nothing turned you on more than a very naked Bucky under hot water, lost in self pleasure with you as his muse. Every groan and whimper was for you, shamelessly touching every intimate part of himself because of you. It was that very sight that had your fingers start to travel down your body, your pussy desperately craving attention.

"That's mine, sugar" Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could slip it between your thighs, pulling it away and positioning himself behind you again. "This pussy here-" His palm cupped every bit of your cunt in the most debauched way, his cock slotted between your ass while his chest was pressed against your back, "Is all mine. I get to play with her baby, s'mine to touch"

"Then touch me Jamie, please" Your voice was nothing more than a whine now and the pet name that slipped out was more than enough for Bucky to know you needed him bad.

"M'Jamie now, huh? Thought I was just an old man before" He chuckled, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked entrance, teasing and letting the tip catch on your hole and pulling away before stuffing his way in.

"F-FUCK JAMES!" You cried out as he set a brutal pace without warning, his thighs slamming against your ass, his hands holding your hips with a bruising grip. "P-PLEASE-Don't-don't stop!"

"That's it, scream for me baby, let everyone know how your husband fucks you" Bucky's hands held onto you for dear life, fucking you like a ragdoll, his fingers skimming across your belly and down to your clit. He could feel your stretch marks as he felt your body up, one of his favorite things about you, his mind starting to wander.

He remembered the way they felt when you were pregnant with your son, the way he'd hold onto your belly, tracing over those gorgeous lines as they made room for his growing baby boy. He'd feel those same curves when making love to you, loving the way you were extra sensitive, constantly craving for him to fill you up. You were the most gorgeous thing when you had a piece of him inside you, fuck he missed it, his balls felt so fuckin' heavy and full and maybe it was just the heat and steam from the shower but-

"Think you could handle another baby?" Bucky purred, his cock already getting harder at the thought of you with a rounded belly again, looking fucking gorgeous, barefoot and pregnant. He was perfectly happy with the way things were but another wouldn't hurt....

Fuck it.

"M'gonna knock you up pretty girl, you'll have my baby again won't ya, gonna let me get you pregnant again? Show everyone I still know how to fuck, show em how well you take my cum in that tight little cunt"

"Oh God, Jamess" Your eyes practically crossed as his fingers began to strum your clit, your head thrown back, barring your neck letting him bite and suck bruises onto your skin, groaning into your ear, "Gonna-gonna cum"

"C'mon mommy, make me a daddy again" Bucky's pace grew faster, the obscene sound of skin slapping filling the bathroom. "Milk my cock, take my cream, want it, want another baby"

Bucky angled his hips to hit depths you didn't know were possible, his fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit along with those words alone sent you crashing head first into your orgasm. A sob slipped past your lips as your vision went white, your cunt greedily pulsing and gripping onto Bucky's cock, coaxing for him to empty his balls in you.

"That's-fuck that's it, just like that, milk it, shit mommy, milk daddy's cock, fuck'm'gonna-oh God I'm cumming!" Bucky bit down onto your shoulder letting out a slutty moan as cum burst from his cock, his endless orgasm leading to drops of his pearly white seed splashing onto the shower tile below. "Fuck, you make me cum so hard for you baby"

His hips stutterd at the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock still throbbing the last few spurts while his arms held your limp body, rinsing you both off. He wrapped you up with a fluffy towel, carrying you bed with ease and snuggling up in the sheets.

"Meant what I said, angel" Bucky gave you a soft smile, a hint of shyness now replacing his previous dominant demeanor. "How about another"

"I'd give you as many babies as you want, Mr. Barnes" You giggled, squealing when he rolled on top of you, instantly hard-

My bad, I got distracted while already distracted and then this happened. Look at him though, can you blame me.

[void-tiger]

My feelings for you are warring hope and doubt fueled by quiet observation and wistful dreams.

[songbirdseung]

𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬  𝑨  𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲  /  𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲  𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑮

"𝐒𝐞𝐞?" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. "𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮." (𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵) 

Another day, another long hour spent in the studio, watching your boyfriend stress over his mixtape.

Jay was always passionate about his work, but sometimes, he got too caught up in it so much so that his shoulders tensed, his brows furrowed, and his temper ran a little shorter than usual. You were used to it by now, but today, the frustration rolling off of him was heavier than ever.

Sitting behind him on the couch, you watched the screen full of music files and confusing waveforms, pretending to understand what was happening. Every now and then, the members would stop by to check in on Jay, only to be dismissed with a sharp “I’m fine.”

Sunoo, the last to try his luck, plopped down beside you with a sigh. "He's so rude, how do you deal with him?"

You chuckled. "I think he's just really in the zone."

Sunoo hummed, glancing over at Jay’s stiff shoulders. "Maybe help him blow off some steam," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows before standing up to leave.

You rolled your eyes at his insinuation but couldn't deny that Jay needed a break—desperately.

"Seongie?" you called out softly.

No response.

Sighing, you finally got up and padded over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Only then did he acknowledge you, reaching for your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

"I'm sorry, baby," he mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder. His voice was deep and tired, weighed down with exhaustion.

"Jay, it’s okay," you reassured him, rubbing small circles on his back. "But you need to take a break."

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I can’t. I need to finish this."

You frowned. Stubborn as always.

But as your fingers trailed up to his shoulders, kneading gently at the knots in his muscles, you felt him relax against you. His body melted ever so slightly, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.

"That feels… really nice," he murmured, rolling his shoulders into your touch.

Encouraged, you continued, pressing your thumbs into the tight spots. Jay’s grip on your waist tightened instinctively, his breathing growing slower.

"See?" you whispered, smiling. "A little break won’t kill you."

But as you adjusted your position on his lap, shifting just a little to get more comfortable, you felt him tense again for a very different reason.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping your hips firmly. "Babe-" His voice came out strained. "Could you, uh, stop moving so much?"

You blinked, confused for a second. Then, realization dawned on you.

You smirked.

"What’s wrong?" you teased, pretending to be innocent.

Jay groaned, leaning his head back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "You know what’s wrong."

"Do I?" you hummed, shifting just a little more.

His grip on your waist tightened. "Y/N-"

You giggled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Relax, babe. I just want you to take a break."

"Yeah?" His eyes opened slightly, dark with something unreadable. "Because it kinda feels like you’re distracting me instead."

You shrugged playfully, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. "So? Maybe I want all of your attention for once."

Jay exhaled a laugh, finally looking at you properly. His hands moved to your face, cradling it as his thumb brushed over your cheek.

"You already have it, baby," he murmured, before pulling you in for a lingering kiss, one that made you forget all about the studio, his work, and everything else.

[niabridges]

You Look So Good In My Colours

Warning: MDNI. 18+ 🔞 EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT Word count: ~3800 Pairing: Sebastian Sallow | FemReader

Additional warnings: Rough sex, slapping, possessiveness, submission

We all had a Quidditch Seb fantasy at some point. Here is just me letting out some steam in that direction. Read below or on AO3

Her eyes flew open, heart pounding. Had she imagined it? The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the phantom weight of Sebastian’s arm around her waist... Her fingertips brushed the empty space, still warm, and a shiver ran down her spine. She buried her face in his pillow, breathing deep, the faint scent of his cologne a bittersweet reminder.

She stretched, blinking through the canopy, vision blurring then snapping into focus. Ominis stood by the basin, his usual focus now bent on the careful ritual of shaving. “Morning,” she managed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Morning, dove.” He didn’t turn around, his attention on the razor’s glide.

“Thanks, as always, for…” she trailed off, cheeks warming. How to explain the strange intimacy they’d fallen into? “...for everything.”

Ominis chuckled, a low rumble. “Blind, not oblivious, love.” Still focused on his task. One hand held his chin, the other meticulously dragging the razor across his pale face. “Besides, who am I to begrudge a girl in love a bit of nighttime comfort? Just don’t tell Sebastian I said so. I am keeping a stern attitude with him, otherwise, he’d have you over each night.”

She laughed, tension easing. “My lips are sealed.” Stepping closer, she couldn’t resist the study of him – the focused line of his jaw, the faint dusting of stubble. “Here, you missed a bit. May I?”

“Thanks, love.” He handed her the razor, and a jolt went through her as their fingers brushed.  Carefully, gently, she finished the task, his warmth so close. “You’re better at this than Sebastian ever was,” Ominis murmured leaning down to splash his face in cold water.

“Speaking of which, do you happen to know where he’s sauntered off to?” she asked as Ominis finished patting his face dry.

“Slept in, shamefully,” he admitted. “Not a peep from Sebastian. Odd, that.”

“Slept like a rock myself. Had the nicest dream, though I can’t remember it.” She tugged at her tie. “Ugh, Saturdays are for freedom.” With a toss, the tie landed on the bed.

Ominis straightened his robes. “Any plans for the day?”

“First, a proper wake-up with a bath... then I suppose I’ll try to hunt down Seb,” she shrugged. “What about you?”

“Prefect duties. Someone’s got to keep the chaos in check. Though I might just hide out with you two if you promise more of those… late-night ‘study sessions’.”

She laughed and playfully swatted at him, a blush warming her cheeks. “Must you tease? See you later, Ominis.” A lingering touch on his shoulder, then she was gone.

The common room hummed with the usual Saturday morning chaos as she emerged from the corridor – a heated whisper about a losing chess game, a burst of laughter from the first-years' corner. The air hung sweet with tea and candy. From the top of the stairs, where the seventh-year dorms spilled out, she scanned the scene below, hoping for a glimpse of Sebastian curled by the fireplace, lost in a book. But there was no sign of him, and a sigh escaped her lips.

She turned to enter her dormitory, relieved to find it empty. Then, Imelda’s Quidditch gear sprawled across the floor caught her eye. Of course! Sebastian must have left for Saturday morning practice. She’d find him at the pitch, but first, a bath was desperately needed.

Slipping into the bathroom, she ran a warm, bubbly bath, discarding her clothes in a haphazard pile. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced in the mirror and noticed tiny purple marks on her neck.  Her fingers traced them thoughtfully, thinking back to last night's activities before she turned to lock the door.

Finally, she slid into the water, a sigh escaping her as the warm bubbles enveloped her. As she relaxed her hand instinctively ran over the bump over her wet foamy breast, the touch instigating a nipple to firm up, as her finger slid back over it she felt tingles running through her body. Flicking her finger over her hardened peak her thoughts were on Sebastian again. His musky smell, him towering over her, his greedy hands kneading her breasts. She gasped and bit into her lower lip. 

Her other hand slid underwater to rub in between her aching folds. His voice rang like a deep melody inside her head “That’s it, my siren. Take it all.” And that chuckle of his, damn him. She began to tremble. Eyes tightly shut. The image of Sebastian was clear in her mind’s eye. With a combined effort of rubbing her nipple and her clit she felt a strong tremble rumble through her body. The slightest whimper and a moan escaped her lips as he came undone. Her heart aching to jump out of her chest. She exhaled leaning against the wall of the tub and relaxed, satisfied.

♡♡♡

“Eyes on me, for Merlin’s sake! That Bludger nearly took my head off!” Imelda barked, swooping closer to Sebastian on her broom. “What’s gotten into you, Sallow? I need you focused out here,” she demanded.

Sebastian snapped to attention. “Understood. Sorry.” He repositioned himself, wincing as the broom’s hilt pressed uncomfortably against his groin. Tight Quidditch trousers didn’t help matters either. He gripped the broom tightly, knuckles whitening. Then, a whirring sound from behind – he ducked just as a rogue Bludger whizzed past.

“You’re supposed to hit them, not dodge them!” Imelda yelled. “Bloody hell, Sallow, take five!” She snarled, flying off to regroup with the team.

Sebastian landed, sliding off his broom with an exasperated sigh. He'd been struggling on and off this morning with a particularly stubborn erection and was trying his best to hide that fact from his teammates. However, the ache seemed to worsen when his feet touched the ground. He groaned, feeling the weight and pain in his groin. Panicked, he quickly jumped back on his broom and zoomed toward Madam Kogawa's quarters. Thankfully, he knew she was away at the Ministry this weekend, leaving the quarters empty. He tossed his broom aside and, with a quick Alohomora, he entered inside.

When Imelda turned to scold him, he was gone, panting and leaning against the closed door. Bloody hell, all his blood seemed to rush to a singular spot, churning uncomfortably within him, making him squirm. It was all her fault. This morning when he'd opened his eyes, he'd immediately realized two things: he was running late for practice, and he'd woken up with a... pressing need. His body ached with desire, fueled by the warmth of her pressed against him.

To his great misfortune, this wasn't one of those fleeting morning wood situations. No, this one had persisted throughout practice – for Merlin's sake! He groaned, too afraid to even touch the bulge in his trousers. Carefully he lowered his hand. This was pathetic. Was he really going wank himself off in Kogawa’s office? Yet, he couldn’t go anywhere with his cock outlined against his trousers like that. Damn. Sebastian closed his eyes wishing the floor would open up and swallow him.

♡♡♡

She breathed the crisp spring air of fresh grass as she stepped onto the Quidditch pitch. Her eyes fixated on the group of green and white robes, and she quickened her pace hoping Sebastian would be among them. However, he was not.

“Hey Imelda, have you seen Sebastian?” she inquired, positively confused that he wasn’t at the practice.

"I was hoping you'd tell me," Imelda retorted, annoyance lacing her voice. “He was slacking all morning and when I told him to get it together, the knobhead ran away! Oh, the audacity!” she scoffed angrily.

“Ran away?” She asked, her confusion growing.

“Yes. Now, if you find him, tell him to get his arse back to the pitch right this second. I’m not finished with him!” Imelda growled, straddling her broom.

As she watched Imelda take off. She scratched her head, the absurdity of the situation dawning on her, as she started to walk back to the courtyard. Her eyes scanned for any sign of him. Maybe Sebastian wasn’t far away. As she exited the Quidditch pitch, she noticed a discarded Slytherin (his) broom near the entrance to Kogawa’s office. She smirked. There you are.

She approached the door and knocked gently, testing her luck. Silence answered from the other side. She knocked again, this time more firmly.

“Who – who is it?” She heard Sebastian’s startled voice.

“It’s me,” she chuckled.

“Oh,” the tone in his voice shifted. He stepped back to the door and unlocked it. When he saw his girlfriend standing there, he thanked the heavens, and a smirk spread across his face. “You’re just in time,” he said in a sultry voice.

He pressed his hand against his aching bulge and breathed in sharply. "Okay, this might sound weird, but I need to be honest. My… uh… lower regions are protesting. Loudly . All because of you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. "Don't laugh at me. I'm serious! I need release, or I might actually end up in the hospital wing," he groaned, pressing his hand against the trousers where his arousal was tightly confined.

She bit her lower lip, taking in the sight of him. “You could give me a taste of what’s been keeping you in such a... flustered state.” Her grin was wicked, eyes flickering between his trousers and his face.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Oh, a taste, you say?” He licked his bottom lip and stepped closer, grasping her hips and spinning her around. Pressing her back against the door, he murmured, “I'll give you a taste of my fantasies. But first…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, “Please, let me have a taste of you.” He dropped to his knees, hands sliding her skirt tentatively up her thighs.

She shivered against the cool wood as he began placing feather-light kisses along her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. With each kiss, he worked his way slowly upwards. “Mmm, sweetheart, I’ve been a mess all morning,” he moaned into her skin, the heat of his breath raising goosebumps. “I’ve been bad,” he murmured. “Skipped my practice,” he mumbled as he teased her with tiny kisses against her sensitive area.

“Maybe I’ll have to punish you for that,” she purred, gazing down at him through her lashes, pressing his face closer between her thighs.

Sebastian chuckled, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and a shiver ran through her as he slid them down, gently, yet with undeniable determination. He inhaled sharply, the scent of her arousal intoxicating him. Cursing under his breath, his eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Slowly, he gripped her thighs, bringing her glistening folds closer to his face, “Mmm,” he moaned “That’s what I love about you. You’re always dripping for me.” He slid his tongue inside slowly gliding up and down, savoring the juices. “Gods, you taste so good,” he growled against her flesh.

She quivered. Well-practiced ministrations of his tongue sent her into oblivion and her fingers tightened in his soft brown locs, pulling, tugging for a sliver of self-control. As if she ever had any when it came to him. 

Sebastian moaned softly as she tugged at his hair. It spurred him to plunge his tongue deeper between her folds, adding a finger to slide over her nub in a thoughtful circular motion. His other hand fell to the front of his trousers, lazily undoing the laces. His aching erection finally sprang free. He palmed around his throbbing arousal while still keeping attention to the movements of his tongue. The growls against her skin created vibrations that deepened her moans and whimpers which in turn gave him valuable cues. With each flick of his tongue, he felt her tremble more. “Shh baby,” he ordered, “don’t come just yet.”

His thumb circled the tip of his cock, spreading the gathering precum around his length, but it somehow wasn’t enough. He moved his face away from her if only for a moment to glide his palm over her dripping pool, picking up as much lubrication as he could. He then coated himself with the juices of her arousal, gazing up at her with hooded, lust-filled eyes. That, right there , would make her come undone if she weren’t holding back, enjoying his little show. 

“Look at yourself,” she grinned through soft moans while lazily rubbing herself. The sight of him on his knees drove her mad. Her eyes fixed on his form as he stroked his cock in long, languid motions. 

Sebastian stood up, “I need to be inside you…will you let me?” he pleaded, voice dripping with desire. He wanted her permission.

“Yes,” she cooed, “ yes ,” she repeated and pressed herself back further into the door as he started to grind his hips against hers.

“Not here though…mmm, so many possibilities,” he breathed, his breath hot against her earlobe before he gently nipped it. “Perhaps I’ll have you on your hands and knees taking me like the insatiable little minx you are.” His fingers trailed teasingly down her spine making her shiver. “Or… I could lay you out on this desk and have my wicked way with you, watching your face contort in ecstasy,” he purred down her ear before his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “The only question is which position shall I ruin you in first?”

She melted in his hands, arching her neck, and exposing it to him. The anticipation of his bruising touch made her skin thrum. “...desk... the desk,” she choked out, lust overriding any sense of control. His own words echoed back to her: “Ruin me, Sebastian.” A whimper escaped her, a mix of shame and the desperate desire he’d coaxed forth.

Sebastian pulled her flush against him his length pressing insistently against her sensitive flesh. “Precisely, darling,” he purred, “I plan to fill every inch of you, over and over, until you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you.” He relished in the sensation of how those words made her shiver like a twig in his arms. He ground his hips against hers with more fervor. “You’re going to be utterly ruined for anyone else…” 

“Like anyone else ever deserved me…” she added, her insistent nods urging him on. With a swift motion, he scooped her into his strong arms, carrying her to Kogawa's desk. Parchments and clutter flew aside with a careless sweep of his hand, and he laid her down on the smooth wood.

“Oh you know me well, sweetheart, now…” his hands ran smoothly down her thighs, “let’s not prolong this any further.” His fingers glided across her slickness eliciting soft moans from her. He wanted to make sure she was thoroughly coated before rubbing some of her essence on his himself as well. “I am in pain, remember?” He groaned as he pushed himself between her thighs, his tip pressing insistently between her folds, he was about to…

“Wait,” she gasped, her hand pressing urgently against his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he growled, the guttural vibration of his voice a mix of frustration and desire. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I want…” her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip. “...I want you to fuck me in your Quidditch jersey.”

Sebastian closed his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, do you now?” His voice was a low rumble. “Take off your shirt.” She obeyed him. In one fluid motion, he stripped off his jersey, his toned, muscular physique rippling in the dim light. Possessively, he draped the jersey over her, the scent of his sweat and masculinity enveloping her. “Now, let me show you just how well I can handle my broom…” he smirked. No matter how ridiculous he sounded, he was lost in the moment.

Satisfied with the view below he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, finally repositioning himself at her entrance. His tip glided over her slick wet folds. He groaned “‘Sallow’ looks so fucking good on you,” he gripped the hem of the jersey and with one swift motion thrust inside her, hitting the deepest spot.

She gasped her eyes wide open in surprise as she took hi,. “I always…wanted…ahh…this.” her words were coming out in between his measured thrusts.

His eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as he gazed down at her, his hands grasping the hem of his shirt on her possessively. “You have no idea how hot you sound,” he groaned while leaning in claiming her lips, bruising them, almost. His hips surged forward. He wanted to bury himself deeper into her welcoming heat. “Fuck, you look so good in my colours…” he growled, breath hot against her skin, his thrusts began to quicken drawing a cacophony of moans out of her. 

“The idea of somebody catching us…ah, Sebastian,” she moaned, her hips bucking to meet each of his thrusts, his scent driving her crazy. Her nails dug deep into his freckled shoulders dragging down his arms. Each time he leaned in for a bruising kiss, her tongue glided masterfully over his, teasing, and driving him more mad.

His hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, his thick length plunging deeper into her core over and over. His fingers released the jersey and glided upwards to cup her breasts underneath, kneading them until he deftly moved his fingers over her nipples, instantly hardening her peaks.

He flicked one finger over her nipple while the other hand found its way back down to her plush clit. “That’s it darling, let me see you come undone around me,” he groaned and flicked his fingers with more intention while maintaining a thrusting rhythm and he could feel her walls tremble. 

Her first orgasm washed over her whole body, erupting from her core and sending tingles down to her toes. Her walls clenched around his cock hard, and he strained leaning forward to devour her moans of pleasure. He moaned in desperation, as he felt his own impending release, he bit down into his lip making it bleed, tasting iron. He wouldn’t let himself come yet. This was just too good to end it here.

She laughed breathlessly beneath him. “Don’t stop,” she urged even though the sensitivity of the afterglow made her squirm beneath his insistent thrusts.

“Mhm, that’s it darling, squeeze me just like that,” he growled while regaining momentum and rolling his hips in a sensual grind. “I am going to wring every last drop from you. You feel so bloody incredible, dripping and clenching around me,” he cried out.

She arched forward eagerly meeting his every hard pulse. Hoisting up the jersey she pulled his face down to her breasts urging him to suck at her aching buds. Sebastian relished in the taste of flesh, his tongue capturing hungrily one of her pert nipples between his teeth and sucking on it, rekindling her arousal. His hips continued relentless pace, driving himself deeper, hitting her sweet spots over and over. “You’re mine, do you hear me? He growled, his other free hand kneading her other breast roughly. “Every inch of you belongs to me now. Say it.”

“I am yours,” she cried out through strained moans, his deep thrusts and rough handling making her head spin. “I am Sallow’s girl,” she moaned. Suddenly, she wanted to give in deeply to his possessive desires. She wanted his rough treatment to be even more intense. “Slap me!” she demanded.

“What did you say?” her demand surprised him, making him slow down momentarily.

“Slap me, Sebastian” she insisted. “I am yours. Have your way with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed with unbridled lust at her wanton plea. With a feral growl, he brought his palm down in a sharp, stinging slap against her cheek. “You’re damn right, you’re mine,” he snarled possessively, his hips pounding into her with renewed fervor. He leaned in, dragging his lips over her abused flesh.

She pulled his hair tugging him closer. He buried himself to the hilt into her slick warmth. “Take every inch of me,” he nuzzled into her neck. She panted heavily chasing another wave of pleasure under his relentless rhythm. Beads of his sweat dripped down from his chestnut hair strands onto her shoulder. She hooked one of her arms around his neck letting it slowly trail lower until reaching his groin, gently squeezing, drawing out guttural sounds.

“Fuck,” he strained “Keep doing that love and you’ll have me spilling inside you…” his voice dropped to a ragged growl as he gazed down at her with pure lust burning in his eyes. “I won’t be able to hold back much longer…”

Her fingers teased and brushed his sensitive sac, making his breath hitch, his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “Bloody hell, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his voice thick with raw need. “I want to hear you scream my name when I fill you.”

Her hand found its way back to her clit, rubbing it tentatively chasing her orgasm and matching his impending release. “I’ll be there with you,” she breathed.

“Yes, I need you to…” he groaned, coiled tension within him threatening to shatter. His form contorted over her, toes curling, feeling her tight walls squeeze around him once again. He gripped onto the fabric of his green jersey. His orgasm crashed over him in waves, filling her deeply with his, hot pulsing seed.

“I am right here with you,” he breathed heavily against her hair, still coming down from his intense release. She could feel him tremble above her.

“That was a lot,” she breathed, as he collapsed down. Her fingers threaded through his damp locs. Their lips met in a long, languid kiss, a sigh escaping her. His fingers traced the flush on her cheeks, then moved to roam her face, gently worshiping each feature.

He pulled out slowly, not breaking their connection entirely. He marveled at her sated form beneath him, the glow of her skin, the way she still trembled. A glistening trail ran down her thigh, and he traced it with a fingertip before sliding his hand gently upwards back into her well-used folds. “There, that’s better,” he murmured, his voice rough with tenderness. He scooped her into his arms, her warmth a delicious weight against him.

She chuckled against his chest. “What’s so funny?” He looked down at her, a gentle kiss landing on her hair.

“Imelda told me to bring your arse back to the pitch the second I found you,” she murmured, giggling.

“There were… more pressing matters to resolve first,” Sebastian smirked, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“I'll take care of Imelda,” she murmured, kissing him again, a shiver running through her. “But don’t think this is over.” With a final, lingering touch, she stepped away, leaving him wanting more.

[cinnabunwanda]

SELFISH PT. 2 ˗ˏˋ꒰ BUCKY . BARNES ꒱

content warning — angst, crying pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes summary — Bucky learns his best friend Steve Rogers prioritized his happiness over their mission, leaving him feeling guilty for not intervening. They grieve and share guilt. word count — 1216

Bucky's stomach churned as he reluctantly entered y/n's room, immediately hit by the pungent stench that hung in the air. He raised his arm to cover his nose, teasingly commenting on the foul odor that seemed to have taken over the once pleasant space. With a sense of urgency, Bucky rushed to open the windows, letting in fresh air in an attempt to combat the unpleasant smell.

As he turned back to face y/n, his heart sank at the sight before him. She had barely moved from her spot since Steve had left a week ago. Bucky had tried to make her laugh with his jokes and sat with her during meals, but she remained unresponsive and lost in her thoughts. It was as if she had disappeared along with Steve.

Bucky was no stranger to loss, but this one hit especially hard. He was used to losing people - it came with being a soldier. But losing his best friend and their girl to someone they loved 70 years ago? That was a whole new level of pain. And while Bucky had learned to cope with grief quickly, he still found himself crying into his pillow at night, feeling more alone than ever.

But now, as he looked at y/n's unmoving figure, he realized just how much this loss had affected her. She hadn't even been able to take care of herself, let alone wash away the days' grime. Bucky sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair before mustering up a gentle smile.

He gently coaxed y/n into the shower, reminding her that she needed to take care of herself even though Steve was gone. The water cascaded down on her skin, numbing her senses and providing some semblance of relief from her overwhelming thoughts.

But even as she sat there in the cold water, all she could see was Steve's lifeless body. His eyes empty of the spark that used to light up when he teased her, his once bright smile now gone. She couldn't even begin to imagine how he died - was it at the hands of Thanos himself? Did he die while trying to save someone else? The possibilities were endless, but the pain of losing him remained constant.

As she sat lost in her thoughts, a gentle knock on the bathroom door brought y/n back to reality. She looked up briefly, her red eyes following the sound through the steamed-up glass shower door.

Y/n's body was submerged in the warm, comforting embrace of the shower. The water cascaded down her skin, washing away tears and worries that seemed to cling onto her every move. Bucky's soothing voice drifted through the curtain, a lifeline for her troubled mind. She felt a sense of relief and safety wash over her as he checked up on her, even though she hadn't spoken in days.

Finally, with a deep breath, she stepped out of the shower and into the steamy bathroom. Her towel, left folded by Bucky, awaited her and she hastily wrapped it around her body. Y/n ran her fingers through her damp hair and sighed.

Bucky's reassuring smirk greeted her as she emerged from the bathroom. He sat on her bed, his hands braced on the edge of the mattress, exuding an air of calmness and stability. "She's alive," he remarked playfully, referencing the long time y/n spent in the shower.

As y/n quickly dressed herself under the towel, Bucky respectfully kept his gaze elsewhere. His presence alone was enough to make y/n feel at ease, and she found herself grateful for his company.

"Do you want me to leave?" Bucky asked softly as he stood up to give y/n privacy.

"Wait," y/n's timid voice stopped him in his tracks. She took a breath before continuing, "Would you stay with me tonight? I don't know if I can be alone again..."

Without hesitation, Bucky climbed back into bed beside y/n and pulled her close to him. Their intertwined fingers lay over his chest, his metal arm providing a sense of strength and protection.

In the stillness of the room, only the faint whirring of Bucky's metal arm could be heard. Y/n finally mustered up the courage to ask about Steve's death, her words trembling with unshed tears.

"Bucky?" she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed in response, his fingers gently playing with hers as he waited for her to continue.

"How did Steve...you know, die?" She bit through her tears, bracing herself for the answer.

Bucky's expression softened as he looked down at her, sensing her pain and fear. He took a deep breath before answering, his voice filled with sorrow and regret.

Bucky felt his stomach drop at her question, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't expected her to ask about this now, when they were curled up on her bed, warmth and comfort surrounding them. The words stuck in his throat, refusing to come out as he tried to pry them loose.

"I-" he couldn't bring himself to lie. It would be cruel, especially to someone he cared for so deeply. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt. "Y/n, Steve didn't- he didn't die." Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, feeling like his tongue was coated in sandpaper.

"W-what?" Y/n's voice trembled with shock, fear, hope, and anger all at once. She sat up quickly, turning around in his embrace to face Bucky. A scowl etched itself across her usually gentle features, marring her beautiful eyes with a hint of bitterness. "Then where is he?"

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he braced himself for her reaction.

"Bucky. Where is Steve?" Y/n's tone had shifted from confusion to coldness, something uncharacteristic for her. Bucky swallowed hard, but it did little to ease the tension that had settled between them. He watched as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Steve left, doll. He's not- he's not coming back." Bucky confessed, his face falling into his hands.

"What do you mean?" Y/n whispered brokenly, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Why isn't he coming back?"

"Because he left to be with Peggy, okay? He left us, y/n!" Bucky finally snapped, his own tears mingling with hers as they stained his flushed cheeks. The grief still lingered within him.

Y/n's expression mirrored the devastation she felt the day Bucky first told her Steve was gone. But this time, there was a spark of rage in her eyes.

"I don't understand, why would he-" Y/n's voice trailed off, unable to finish her question as the answer dawned on her.

"I don't either, doll. I miss him, but I also hate him for what he did. To me, to you, to us." Bucky's voice was barely above a whisper now, his eyes downcast as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

"I-" y/n began to speak before breaking off into a choked sob, falling back into Bucky's embrace.

Steve, her Steve, had become a selfish and misguided man. He had shattered their bond and left them both with broken hearts.

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THE PACK | Chapter Ten

I felt Dylan’s hands on my shoulders, “Come with me. We gotta talk.”

I knew something was wrong as took my hand and walked to the set. My dad shouted, his voice breaking my concentration, “Everyone Take 5. Clear out.”

He sat on the set bed and held my hands looking at me, “You’re making me nervous.” I laughed because he didn’t seem nervous at all. “I can’t do this scene with you here, watching. You’re all I’m thinking about and it’s killing me.”

Suddenly, I felt awful. I perched onto his leg, sitting in his lap, “Last time it was okay. Do you need me to tease you again?”

He sighed, “This scene is worse. I don’t wanna be excited, I don’t want you to see me do this and I don’t wanna hurt you. I can’t do this with you here.”

I leaned up catching his lips, trying to make up for it. I felt his hands on my face as he kissed back before pulling away, “I just need 10 minuets to do this scene babe.”

I kissed him gently again letting it turn more passionate, I felt his tongue inside my mouth as he laid me down. He held himself up from falling back, hands on the bed, his unbuttoned shirt fell open letting my hands wonder his body.

My dad coughed standing behind Dylan. He stopped, “You’re dad has bad timing.”

My dad spoke up, “Dylan do that with Holland. Get on mark. Closed set people everyone out except Aaron and I.”

I kissed Dylan once more as our arms spread apart, fingers still holding on, when he pulled me back in whispering again my lips, “I wish it was you.”

My dad shouted one last time for good measure, “Enough love birds. Out you go. Dylan save it for the scene.”

Dylan stared dancing but I had to leave. It would never get done if I stayed. I left but wondered the time how much worse it would get without me there. I read the script but it doesn’t show what emotion they’ll go with, his character is funny but this moment isn’t.

I ran into Posey at Craft Service while I poured myself some coffee. “Dyl doing his big scene?” I shook my head and he continued, “It’s not easy but Dyl’s a good guy. He’s not gonna do anything shady. When I had my scenes we were both naked, turned on and shit. Way worse.”

I was shocked and it must of showered because he continued, “Dyl’s never done these types of scene. Only in that other movie.”

“That was hard enough to watch.”

He was trying to help but nothing would honestly, “It’ll be just like that. He’s a good actor. He’s not gonna ruin what you guys have, seriously.” I knew that but I still felt nervous and uncomfortable. I headed back to the trailer knowing it wouldn’t be simply 10 minuets.

I must of fell asleep. It was hour 9 of the day when I woke up to complete darkness. I heard Dylan’s iconic laugh and stirred awake in his bed even more when his eyes met mine.

He crawled into the bed bringing his lips right to mine, “All done. I was last of the day.”

Reaching for my phone on the night stand he slapped my exposed ass playfully. “Wait, how did it go?”

“You know. Good. You’re dad was impressed with me.” I squinted at him as we let the trailer and lot to go to his car, “But like what happened? How far did you take it?”

I felt defensive and jealous. He sighed loudly, almost slamming his door as we got into his car, “Its just acting. Okay?” I didn’t speak the whole car ride. We didn’t talk at all until we got to my room and closed the door.

My first words were telling Dylan I was gonna shower. Anxiety sweat is real. I left the door open and he watched me get naked as he said, “Are we really gonna argue about a fake sex scene?”

I felt the water with my hand before I took off my bra and panties saying, “No, not arguing. I just don’t like that you can’t be honest with me about it.”

Dylan started getting undressed too, full of frustration as he slammed each piece of fabric down. “I don’t want you hurt. Otherwise you should have stayed and watched. I’m protecting you.”

I stepped under the water letting the steam almost burn. I felt his hands on my hips and his chest against my back. I told him, “I’m jealous. It’s awful seeing you pretend to have sex or turned on. And I know you are because how could you not be.”

He turned me around gently pushing me against the shower wall, “She undid my belt. Shirtless. I humped her some. But it’s not real okay? None of it.”

“I hate your job.”

He kissed my neck, “It’s just pretend. It’s my job. It’s not like when we have sex.” My arms around his neck I saw the truth in his eyes.

How did girls deal with this part of dating actors. I didn’t want anyone to know that kind of intimacy of Dylan. After some simple kisses and soaping each other up we both got out. It was romantic and soft.

I still hated it. Dylan was watching baseball and I was reading my emails, my Dad sent me one so I could go over the scenes we shot and if we needed to reshoot anything. I’d never seen my dad do this much extra work for the show. I found myself respecting him more and more.

He labeled one with notes, “Dylan was remarkable. He’s gonna have an amazing career. No reshoot needed. Just edits.” I knew what scene it was. I put on my headphones that were on my night stand.

Glancing over at Dylan who was on the edge of his seat with this game and his beer. Ready to jump up and cheer at any moment.

Dylan kissed his co-star and they fumbled into bed with his hands exploring her. Her hands dragged down with every button she let free and undid his belt aggressively. I watched Dylan push his body even further between her legs as they made out. His hips moved with every kiss looking like humping, easily. He was a good actor, can’t deny that. Down to the shaky breathing and his scared hands.

I rewatched a few times. Each time getting more wet between my legs and more jealous. I didn’t understand how both could be true but they live simultaneously inside me.

Next year the world would see Dylan as intimately as I knew him.

He closed my Mac, “No more work. Come here. School tomorrow?”

Nodding, “Yeah but I’m gonna blow it off.”

He started to ask why throwing up his hands but I interrupted him, “You know my old house? The one I lived at when my mom was alive? Well my dad wants to see if I don’t want it. I know I need my own place.”

Dylan laughed, “Yeah it’s tons of fun running into your dad in my underwear in the hallway. Is it too hard being there after she passed?”

“I don’t really know. As soon as she died my dad made me live with him.”

Touching my leg, “Don’t skip school. I have an audition tomorrow for some action movie. We’ll go after.”

The next afternoon I opened the doors again and the feeling was the same, serenity. Not panic or ache or even sadness but some kind of calm like a spiritual hug.

Dylan walked right in before me checking out the empty space. High ceilings, round arch ways and funky tiles. My mom loved art, constantly working on projects because my dad worked so much she was constantly alone.

He beat himself up for that when she got sick. Isn’t that why we always beat ourselves up? Time? Never enough of it.

Dylan was stoked and encouraged me to take it. Even my best friend encourage the same thing even though she already had her own place with a room mate from school. Dylan had Posey as a room mate. I had my dad which was becoming awkward now that I was having sex.

Dylan was falling in love with each room more and more as we walked through. I could see the excitement trying to decide which room he thought was mine. I walked past my parent’s room which eventually mimicked a hospital room once my mom got worse. Wires everywhere, hospital bed, medical supplies no one should have at home.

Finally, pushing myself to my old room I took a deep breath like I hadn’t in years. French doors lead to a balcony over looking the pool, giant closet and grey hardwood floors instead of brown like most flooring. Dylan was impressed. “When do you move in?” I shrugged as memories raced through my head.

This balcony was my first kiss with Brody. That pool was where we skinny dipped. That closet was the first placed we smoked pot. Never mind when there was a bed in this room.

I remembered living here in high school and all the experiences I had with Brody and Alex. I suddenly had flashbacks to singular moments that shaped all of us. One Saturday we weren’t doing anything, all of us just doing our own thing and relaxing for once.

We were sophomores but Brody was a senior. Alex came over at midnight crying her eyes out. Her mom was an actress on a popular soap opera but also a closet alcoholic who loved to only see the flaws in her own child.

Alex’s parents were separated since she was 5. Her dad basically lived another life and forgot they existed. She use to stay over a lot when her mom was actually home. Her mom would get violently drunk and start arguments just to put Alex down. My mom always welcomed anyone who needed shelter. She use to sleep in my bed, smoke in my bathroom with the fan on to suck up the scent even tho my mom didn’t judge. I was comfortable living with Alex.

She use to have boys come and go, my mom even painted the guest room for her when she got sick, she mourned my mother and we were both sentenced to live with our parents we didn’t want to once our safe haven disappeared with my mom.

Another time raced through my mind, Brody experimented with drugs in his sophomore year. Beyond weed, this is when he started testing the waters of alcohol and performance drugs. Brody was a trophy to his family, only child to two powerful parents and expected to be perfect. Brody was a straight A student, played 2 sports and ran track in the off seasons, he tutored those who needed help, he took extra courses and still partied like he didn’t have a single responsibility.

I never saw him crack once.

We had mid terms but our school acted like a party was a better idea. I skipped the party to study. I sat in the middle of my bed papers surrounding me on all sides when Brody texted me about a million times. I kept telling him I was studying for midterms but he showed up ringing the doorbell anyways.

He had his back towards me as he flicked a cigarette bud across into the bushes. Once I saw him I saw he was shaking, sweating and clearly drunk or high. He immediately walked past me to my room, almost tip toeing past my mom’s room.

Ounce I closed my bedroom door behind me he finally said, “Don’t be pissed. I took some speed. I’m freaking out.”

Sitting down across from him at my desk chair and I tried not to judge him. I handed him my water not sure how to combat speed.

My mom knocked on my door and he got up pacing. I never hid anything from her. I opened the door wide enough for her to see Brody not himself and needing my support. She asked, “It’s getting late. Does he need sheets or is he sleeping in our bed?”

My eyes opened wide, “Mom!”

She smiles big knowing she must of known, heard or seen something at some point. She leaned over looking past me, “Hi sweetie. Do you need anything from me?” My mom pulled me out of my room as she watched him pace and remove his jacket and hoodie. She whispered to me, “A shower should calm him down. Use protection please. There’s left overs in the fridge too. Goodnight honey.”

Closing the door and taking him hand pulling him to the bathroom like my mom told me to. I closed the bathroom door and told him to take off his clothes as I started the shower.

He convinced me to shower with him. Soft touching was all we needed. Neither of us studying for our exams. I woke up the next morning with his body against mine in my bed.

Dylan spoke up, snapping me from my memories, “I have news. I got a part in a movie.”

He didn’t seem excited so I ditched my memories and widened my eyes, “OMG! Dylan!”

He looked down, “It films in Georgia. For 4 months. I would have to film less Teen Wolf.”

Now I understood, “When would you leave?”

He took my hands as I leaned again the balcony railing, “If I take it, two weeks from today.”

Looking up at him, “Well you’re taking it. It’s your first big time movie. Teen Wolf will understand, you’re practically the lead anyways.”

His body was closer to mine as he leaned down, both hands closing me in as I put my arms around his neck. “Will we survive 4 months?”

I didn’t know if he could. I can go without sex but this is something he’s been use to having. “I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize us. But I understand if you wanna take a break, 4 months is a long time to go without.”

Dylan’s face puckered, “You think I wanna break up because I won’t get laid for 4 months?” I stayed silent as he spoke, “No, I don’t wanna end things. Britt and I were always apart for filming. I don’t wanna leave if we won’t survive being apart.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands pushed my ass, pulling my body closer to him as our lips touched. He started to tell me all about Maze Runner as we went to leave the house, one I’d call my own soon enough, when we both heard a loud car drive down the road. Dangerously, the car pulled in across the street as Dylan curiously watched before he realized exactly who it was driving like a maniac.

Brody lived across the street.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Once we were in the car Dylan was turned all the way around watching his every move, “Seriously?”

I watched Dylan, “That’s part of why we were so close.”

He looked angry watching his go into his house, “He better keep his distance.”

I leaned forward kissing Dylan on the lips, my hand on his leg and hoping to take his mind off it. He looked at me with the expression, what was that for kind of look. “Come to Georgia with me.”

Shocked, I didn’t know what to say. “But it’s work. I don’t wanna distract you or mess anything up.”

He kissed my neck between talking, “It’s a better schedule filming than TV. Set hours. We’ll explore Georgia together. We can do this when I’m done working. I don’t wanna miss this.”

I protested knowing I had school, making this house a home and not being distracting for his career. “How about I visit? Get this place set up for when you’re back?”

He didn’t like that answer but accepted it. I didn’t know if I was scared to go, scared to get hurt, or worse - both. Everyone’s words ran through my head in that moment, “it’s too soon” or “slow down”. Part of me really wanted to drop everything but the other part wanted to hide behind everything that scared me just to stay safe.

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Love on Ice Chapter 3: The First Practice

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50 days before Competition

Wordlessly, Azriel closed the door behind Elain as she stepped foot inside his home, sidestepping the pile of hockey equipment. She glanced around, observing the black interior accented with white or cream. The walls were either plain or home to a few photos of Azriel and his closest friends. She even recognized a painting Feyre had produced for him. The kitchen and living areas were tidy and cozy, and a fire crackled slowly in the stone fireplace. His way of living certainly wasn’t pretentious. In fact, he appeared quite humble. 

“You have a beautiful home,” Elain murmured, hugging her arms across her body. Her gaze landed on a few of the photos adorning the wall. Photos of Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian, clearly tipsy and flipping off the camera. A photo of Azriel and an old friend named Amren, both glaring at the camera with stone cold expressions. A sweet picture of Azriel and a newborn Nyx. Photos of Azriel and Morrigan, standing on top of the podium with their gold medals. She felt her jaw clench.

Azriel ran his free hand through his wet hair, nodding sheepishly in thanks. His hazel eyes zeroed in on her folded arms, frowning. “You’re cold. Could I make you some tea?” 

His voice was earnest and soft, a stark contrast to his physical presentation. Azriel had filled out over the years, now tall and incredibly well built, with raven hair, intricate tattoos, and eyes that were watchful and calculating. To those who were unfamiliar with him, he was intimidating. 

“I’d like that,” Elain answered, offering a timid smile of her own. Her brown eyes briefly flicked downward, pink blooming on her cheeks as she realized he was still holding the towel. Impeccable timing, Elain. “I’m so sorry, I truly didn’t mean to disturb you.” 

He waved her off with an easy grin. “No disruption. I just finished showering after practice. Make yourself comfortable,” Azriel insisted, thumb pointing back over his shoulder. “I’m just going to get changed. I won’t be long.” With that, he stalked off toward his room, missing the way Elain’s eyes trailed his retreating form. She gulped. 

She took his advice and made herself a quiet presence at the island in his kitchen, lip pulled between her teeth as her thoughts spiraled. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. Asking him for a favor? Him, of all people? And when’s the last time he laced up his skates for something other than hockey? He’d stopped competing three years ago. This was foolish and absurd and maybe he wouldn’t realize if she quickly fled out the front door–

“Are you okay with peppermint tea?” 

Azriel padded toward the sink, clothed in a tight gray shirt and loose black sweatpants. He busied himself with filling the kettle before placing it on the stove and lighting the flame. 

“Yes, it’s my favorite actually.” It was especially delightful in the morning, paired with a raspberry tart or blueberry scone. Growing up, she enjoyed it best around the holidays, snuggled up under a fleece blanket with her sisters as the snow fell. She made a mental note to try and visit them soon, if only briefly. It’d been a few months since she’d seen them. 

“I’ll make sure to stock up in case you pop over again,” He said with a teasing lilt to his voice, to which she playfully rolled her eyes. Not a chance. 

Mugs in hand, Azriel joined her at the kitchen island, taking the high top chair opposite her. He carefully placed the tea in her outstretched hands, scarred fingers brushing over the blue polish on her nails. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, setting the tea down to cool. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here,” Elain started, fingertips gently tapping the ceramic mug. 

“Something like that.” The corners of his lips twitched. Azriel softly blew the steam from his own mug, mirthful eyes never breaking from hers. “We’re not exactly friends.” 

It was true. Not friends, but certainly not in enemy territory anymore. For years, Elain was forced to watch Azriel and Morrigan ascend the podium and accept medal after medal. With polished sportsmanship, she clapped as they accepted their awards. Deep down, she seethed with jealousy as another opportunity for her to win was ripped from out from beneath her. The envious feeling was enough to keep her distance from the duo. That, amongst other things. 

It was easier to be civil with him now that their families were interwoven. When Rhys had married Feyre three years ago, Cassian and Azriel’s presence had increased tenfold. When Elain found herself attending a family dinner–only relenting after Feyre’s persistent begging that she take a break from skating just once–Cassian and Azriel were there, too. Nyx’s birth only spurred their involvement as uncles. In the last year, she’s seen them more than ever. She was friendly with them, but that was as far as it went. 

“No,” she said finally, taking a small sip of minty tea. “We’re not. Which is why coming here is already proving to be a colossal mistake on my end. But…” Her tongue clicked, and she prayed he wouldn’t laugh at her predicament. Unbeknownst to Azriel, he was her last hope. “I wouldn’t have come here if I wasn’t desperate for help.” Softer, she added, “And because you are by far the best skater I’ve ever seen.”  

Azriel leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his broad chest. “You’re full of compliments tonight, Elain Archeron. Are you positive you don’t want to be friends?” His wink made her toes curl in her boots. Focus, Elain. 

“I don’t have time for friendships. Or relationships. Or anything that separates me from skating. I can’t afford to be distracted. You know this,” she answered forthright. Mama had made sure to burn the thought into her teenage brain. The only relationship she needed was the one between her and the ice.

Azriel raised a dark brow, silently waiting for her to continue as he licked tea from his lips. Elain rubbed the tension from her temples. “Look. I’ve been skating for years and it’s gotten me nowhere.”

“Does it have to take you somewhere?” He asked curiously, an almost identical question to the one he’d asked her years before. He leaned forward on the island, smelling of cedar and something earthy. Rain? Mist? “What’s wrong with skating for fun?” 

Elain deadpanned, eye twitching. “Fun was never in Mama’s vocabulary. She probably just rolled over in her grave hearing you say that.” She huffed, picking at the skin around her nails. “The point is, Mama’s sight had always been set on gold for years. It’s why she forced me to join the competition in the first place. But I can’t win gold without a partner,” Elain noticed the way his brows furrowed. “Lucien dropped out.” 

Something in her tone forced him to straighten. He’d never been able to hide his disdain for the youngest Vanserra. On past competition days where each performing pair shared the ice to rehearse their routine, Azriel had overheard a fair amount of admonishing remarks from Lucien. 

Elain didn’t jump high enough. 

She didn’t skate smoothly enough. 

She wobbled during a lift. 

Her presence was underwhelming.

They hadn’t even been partners back then, and he’d been ready to defend her had Morrigan not held him back, not wanting to lose her own partner in a brawl.

He certainly despised the guy now, so much so that he had half a mind to slug the redhead across the jaw the next time they crossed paths. Without warning. “Is that why you were crying?” 

Shame flooded her bones. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened. He said…” She trailed off, shaking the insults from her brain. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter what he said. I just–I came here to see if you would consider being my partner. I know you haven’t competed in years, and I know you’re probably busy with hockey and whatever else you do. But I–I was hoping that you would just–consider. That’s all.” 

Azriel’s jaw ticked in time with the clench of his fists. Something dark crossed his face. “Only a coward abandons their partner in their time of need. He doesn’t deserve your tears, Elain. Not one bit.” He rounded the corner of the island after downing the last of his tea, one hand gently capturing her own. His thumb ran along her bottom lashes, catching an escaped tear. “And I don’t need to consider it. I will be your partner, Elain. You have my word.” 

“Really?” She asked, brown eyes round and bright as she scrubbed away remaining tears. His heart squeezed at her sudden relief. “It’s no trouble? You don’t need to think about it?” 

“No trouble at all,” he affirmed, tenderly stroking her rosy cheek. Not because of her tears, but simply because he wanted to comfort her. “And because we only have a few weeks until the competition,” He shot a wink her way. “Our first practice is tomorrow.” 

In a pair of tight gray leggings and a fuzzy pink sweater, Elain bounded into the ice rink with her bag in hand and an extra pep in her step, ponytail swishing behind her. Sleep hardly found her last night, too eager to lace up her skates and glide on the ice. 

She joined Azriel on a bench, who was busy lacing up his sleek black skates. His outfit today was just as simple as it was last night: a black short sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants that bunched slightly at the ankles. Swirls of ink were displayed on his biceps, and Elain may have almost stumbled into the bench because of it. 

 He threw a grin her way as she took a seat beside him and pulled her skates from her pink bag. “Someone’s excited,” He said cheerfully, nudging her side with his elbow. Heat radiated off his body, a nice contrast to the frigid air in the rink. It wouldn’t be awkward if she slid a bit closer to him, right? …..Right?

“Well first of all, I spoke with the Prythian Ice Dance Committee this morning and told them I am now representing the Night Region in the competition. And secondly, the dream is still alive,” Elain beamed, removing each blade cover from the skates. She slipped them on with ease, tightening the laces for security before motioning for him to follow her out to the ice. “Mama’s dream is still alive.”

Azriel noted that was the third time since last night Elain mentioned her Mama. He tucked that information away for later. Not much later, but…later. 

“Are you ever going to tell me how you got into skating?” He asked, quirking a dark brow. “Or is that something friends do?” 

She stuck her tongue out, playfully shoving his arm. “It’s too early to tease me.” 

“Talk to me about it,” Azriel said, hands shoved in his pockets as he fell into a slow glide beside her. He was slightly surprised by how well his old skates fit. Not too small, and not uncomfortable. “Tell me how it all started.” 

She contemplated for a quiet moment. Vulnerability wasn’t something she was used to. Lucien never made a point to inquire deep into her life. With him, it was strictly business. As skating should be. 

But it wasn’t a demand that came from Azriel’s lips. Just a simple, curious request. One that she knew if she declined to answer, Azriel wouldn’t push further. That fact gave her the courage to give him a glimpse into her life. 

So she told him. She told him about the girl on the pond. Her first, very cheap pair of skates, but they were hers and she treasured them. She told him about how she practiced nearly every day, sometimes staying out until dark just to perfect a Toe Loop. How she spent hours studying videos so she could teach herself, because Mama and Papa couldn’t afford lessons. 

“We didn’t have a lot of money growing up,” Elain divulged, eyes downcast toward her skates. “Papa’s knee injury prevented him from working, and Mama barely made enough money for one person, let alone a family of five. She caught wind of the competition here in Prythian, and the prospect of money was so enticing she had no choice but to move us here.”

Azriel paused, surveying the small grimace on her face. “Did you want to join the competition?” 

Elain shook her head, launching herself into a quick Lutz. Azriel followed suit. “No. Skating was just a hobby for me at the time. Gosh, I had so many hobbies back then. But I wasn’t skilled in anything that would help our family stand out. Or…me stand out. This was Mama’s chance. She already knew Nesta and Feyre were going to be successful. It didn’t matter that skating was just a passion of mine. She saw an opportunity and took it.” 

Azriel frowned, but said nothing further. She was opening up to him, probably more than originally planned. But he liked listening to her just as much as he liked quietly observing her over the years. Figuring out the mystery that was Elain Archeron had captivated him. He was glad she wasn’t so much of a mystery anymore. 

“I didn’t want to pair with Lucien, but his father was just as hungry for money and accolades as Mama, even though the Vanserras were already well known in the Autumn Region. Somehow Mama convinced Beron that my talent was good enough to win, so he offered to pay for our lessons in exchange for bringing home the gold. They planned to split the money.” 

Elain sighed. Even with the huff of breath, Azriel could see the weight she carried. Heavy and unending.

“This was probably the last year Beron was going to support us. He never said it, but I could feel it in my bones. I think he was fed up that he essentially wasted years on lessons and costumes and choreography with nothing to show for it. But that man is so power hungry I can’t imagine he’s okay with Lucien pulling out of the competition completely.” 

They entered into parallel Axels, completing the jump before she finished.

“As for Mama, I know she’s dead. She’s been gone for years but I–.” Elain skidded to a stop, leaning her hip against the side of the rink. “I still want her to be proud of me. I want to make her dream come true. I don’t know how much I have left to give, and if this is my last year skating, I want to make sure I accomplish everything Mama wanted.” 

Azriel nodded his understanding. Frankly, he was both in awe of her heart and sympathetic of the way she carried others’ expectations on her shoulders. And maybe it wasn’t his place to say anything because they didn’t know each other well enough, but it was important to Azriel that his partner skated for herself, and not because of a sense of duty to her deceased Mama. That kind of pressure could destroy an athlete. 

“Do you realize the only reason you're still skating is because of your mother?” Azriel asked after a moment, testing the waters.This conversation had the chance of going really well, or ending very poorly. 

Elain straightened, hair bouncing with the abrupt movement. A few flyaways were stuck to her forehead. His fingers itched to brush them back off her skin. “I’m sorry?” 

Ah. Poorly it was. 

He tried a different route. Gentler. “Do you love it?” 

Her brows kissed, lips parted as the words filtered through her brain. She felt the tips of her ears darken. “Do I–what?” 

“Do you love it?” He repeated earnestly, pushing off the wall to skate backward. She followed, arms crossed over her chest defensively.  “Skating. Do you love skating?”

Elain blinked. “Why does that matter?” 

“It matters a hell of a lot more than you think it does,” Azriel answered honestly. He said a short prayer to whatever power existed that she wouldn’t slap him after this. He softened his voice even more to hopefully lessen the blow of the truth. “If I had to guess, I’d say your answer is no, you don’t love skating. Not right now anyway. Your mother saw your passion and tried to monetize it, and you spent years trying to achieve a dream that wasn’t even yours.” 

Her eyes blazed, and he knew he’d hit his mark. Elain’s mouth opened and closed, completely at a loss for words. “This is what I get for telling you my story? You don’t know me,” She snapped then, finger jabbing into his chest. Cheeks flushed in anger, she spat, “You don’t. Do not pretend like you do. We’re partners, not friends.” 

Elain Archeron was not a very good liar, Azriel realized. Curled lips, neck crimson with fury, and the slight shake in her voice were only a few indicators that proved maybe he did know her. 

“I know,” He shot back, snatching her hand before she could skate away. She didn’t flinch from his touch. “I’m not trying to offend you or upset you, Elain. I’m sorry. I just–I see a woman who has done absolutely everything to please her mother, and has lost herself in the process. A woman whose choices were taken away. A woman who was subjected to insults, and has probably never heard someone say they’re proud of her. A woman who has barely smiled on the ice since she set foot in Prythian.”

She froze, heart thumping frantically. He remembered what she’d said seven years ago. He’d…paid attention. 

“And because we’re partners, we need to be able to put on a compelling performance, which means we need to know each other. Intimately. We do need to be friends. We need to be each other's biggest supporters. We need to know each other’s fears and weaknesses. We need to laugh and make mistakes and have fun doing it. We need to trust each other. And most importantly,” His thumb skimmed her cold knuckles. “You need to fall in love with skating again, Elain. And you have to skate because you want to, not because you feel like you have something to prove.” 

The words cut through her like a knife. He’d seen through her so clearly, so accurately without fail. They hadn’t spent even a day together, and he could read her like his favorite book. It was shocking, confusing, and somehow equally flattering that he cared so much about her joy, if she truly found happiness in the form of ice skating. And she admired his understanding and love of the craft. It wasn’t just a series of moves to him, and he didn’t want it to be a pattern of moves for her, either. Skating was intimate and eloquent. It was art. 

And maybe Elain had fallen out of love with skating, all things considered. She could entertain that possibility, even if her first instinct was to grow defensive at the harsh truth. But was it even possible to rediscover the feeling? Azriel seemed to believe so, and his insistence was enough for her to at least try. 

His free hand tilted her dipped chin, fond hazel eyes darting between her teary brown. She said in challenge, “So, how are you going to get me to love skating again, hm? What’s the plan?” 

“The plan is to start fresh. We’ll take it easy. Practice jumps and spins and lifts. Make jokes. Laugh a little. Smile more. Maybe even spend time together outside of practice.”

She narrowed her eyes skeptically. “And on the agenda for today?” 

“Today, just a simple chemistry test,” Azriel announced, clapping his palms together. She didn’t miss the way his lips twitched into a smirk. “There’s three things to remember about chemistry: you can’t teach it, you can’t force it, and you can’t fake it. It has to be natural, otherwise the performance will feel emotionless, and everyone in the room will be able to detect it.” His hands fell from her face, hovering in the air beside her waist. “May I?” 

“Of course,” she permitted, only the tiniest, insignificant amount of reluctance in her voice. “But why does this matter?” 

The squeak that fell from her lips was unflattering as she was hauled closer to Azriel’s body, minimal space existing between the two. She swallowed, cheeks aflame as he bent toward her ear. She might have leaned in closer, too. 

“The difference between a great performance and an exceptional performance is passion and chemistry,” Azriel said, breath fanning over her skin. Gently, he let the tips of his fingers trail down her ribs, over the curves of her hips. “Something you and Lucien never had.” 

She couldn’t even take offense to that for two reasons. One, it was true. And two, she was entirely focused on the way Azriel’s hands roamed over her body. Wholly captivated by the way his touch felt so right while Lucien’s had been hesitant. Azriel was soft, yet strong and sure. Confident. Skilled. 

And for some reason, a jealous spark made its home in her chest when she remembered she wasn’t the first woman to have his hands on her body. “And I’m assuming you know this from skating with Morrigan all these years,” Elain spoke briskly.

He hummed. “Morrigan and I always scored the lowest in the chemistry department. That was our weakness. But I’m not here to talk about Morrigan,” Azriel purred, hands caressing her lower back as he began to gently spin them. “You’re my partner. I am focused on you.”

She blushed, turning away slightly at his words, biting the corner of her lip to tamper down her growing smile. This was…different. A very good different. She was used to a set of hands that never felt quite right on her body. Often, it felt like Lucien hadn’t wanted to touch her at all. And maybe the judges did feel the lack of chemistry between them. With a new pair of hands on her skin, it was clear as day the passion between herself and Lucien was nonexistent. But Azriel…he wanted to touch her. And she wanted to touch him, too.

Delicate hands hovered above his beautifully tanned skin. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any indication that he didn’t want her hands on his body. She found none. 

“Touch me, Elain,” Azriel rasped, throat bobbing as he encouraged her. “We need to be comfortable with each other. Go ahead and touch me.” 

She did. Her hands found purchase on his biceps, and she could have sworn he groaned in relief, but it had to have been her imagination. Ever so slowly, she let her hands wander over the expanse of his muscled arms, painted nails lazily tracing the swirling black ink. 

The tips of her fingers trailed up to the breadth of his shoulders. They were prominent and powerful, and had no doubt pummeled unsuspecting players into the boards during a tense game. Her mind’s eyes could picture it, and she snorted. 

And then because she was having too much fun, she let her fingers graze over the sides of his tattooed neck, thumbs gently brushing along his jawline. Something burned in his gaze as he led them through a series of turns, drifting clockwise and gliding counterclockwise. 

They were lost in the movement, wandering hands exploring arms and hips and backs, legs moving in easy step sequences, while their eyes focused on each other. 

“Do you trust me?” Azriel asked hoarsely, pushing his legs faster in the sequence. Elain found that she didn’t have an issue keeping up with him. They moved in tandem, never too far apart from each other. 

She breathed a “yes,” and not a second later did her skates lift off the ice, knees settled on his thighs while his arms wrapped around her waist, leading them into a simple curve lift. Her hands cradled his face, bringing their foreheads together as they rotated.

It was magic. It was freeing. It was more romantic than any move she and Lucien ever tried, and her stomach fluttered with a thousand frantic butterflies as Azriel clutched her to his chest like his life depended on it. 

He gently let her find her footing back on the ice, standing tall and clearing his throat. Their chests heaved, faces flushed and timid smiles pulling at their cheeks.

“I–uh,” He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. The pink tinge on his cheeks gave him an almost boyish look, and she found his sudden shyness endearing. “I don’t think we’ll have any issues in the chemistry department.” 

Elain nodded in agreement, her heart filling with warmth. “Yeah,” she murmured, “Me either.” 

ARTWORK FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: HERE

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

[ninani06]

— I don't deserve him {chap 3}

Before Next

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

♡ Tags: Casual.

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Outside the house gate, the morning sunlight had only just begun to touch the end of the alley. The pale blue sky still carried a hint of lingering mist. A boy with pinkish-red hair stood there, hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his eyes fixed on the familiar house with an expression of anticipation mixed with a bit of excitement. He was used to this morning scenery—the cool air, the smell of freshly baked bread from the neighboring house, the chirping birds, and… waiting to walk to school with you.

Mao smiled and gently knocked on the old white-painted wooden door, its color faded with time. He hoped to see the familiar face peek out, like always—your (h/c) hair slightly messy from just waking up, your eyes still sleepy, though you always tried to hide it behind a calm expression.

But this time, it wasn’t you who opened the door. Instead, it was your mother, the gentle woman who always greeted him with a smile as warm as the morning sun.

“Oh? Isn’t this Mao-kun?” she said in surprise, still holding a kitchen towel.

Mao froze for a second, but out of habit, he quickly bowed his head politely and said, “Good morning, ma’am. I hope you’re having a nice morning.”

She chuckled softly, her laugh carrying the same warmth you had when you were genuinely happy. “You too, dear. You’re here early, huh?”

He scratched his neck a little awkwardly, his eyes subtly glancing into the house, a bit flustered. He didn’t want to bother anyone, but he couldn’t hide his concern.

“Um… may I ask, is [Y/N] still getting ready?”

Your mom looked momentarily surprised, resting a hand on the door frame. “Oh… I thought the two of you left earlier already?”

“…Huh?” Mao blinked.

His heart skipped a beat. Not walking together? Not getting ready? You hadn’t said anything. A strange feeling ran down his spine, like something no longer aligned the way it used to.

On the walk to school, Mao’s feet moved out of habit, but his mind spun with nameless thoughts. He was used to walking to school with you. Even though you didn’t talk much, your presence beside him was always a peaceful part of his mornings. Every step you took had its own quiet rhythm—gentle, silent… but familiar. And now, all he felt was the emptiness beside him.

He tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. Maybe you overslept? Or something urgent came up? But if that were the case, you usually sent a message in the group chat between the three of you. Today, though—nothing. Not a single word. As if intentional.

Did I do something wrong…?

Mao searched his memory, recalling how the two of you still talked normally yesterday. He even bought you a steamed bun, and you smiled, cheeks slightly flushed under the afternoon sun as you thanked him. Everything had seemed fine. And yet…

“Maa-kun!”

A familiar voice rang out from behind, snapping him out of his tangled thoughts.

“Huh?” He turned around, just in time to see a head of fluffy black hair brushing past his vision before feeling the familiar weight on his back.

“Something wrong?” Mao asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Ritsu had somehow climbed onto his back, resting his chin on Mao’s shoulder, his eyes half-closed like a lazy kitten enjoying the morning. One hand poked playfully at Mao’s cheek.

“You’re spacing out early in the morning, Maa-kun. Suspicious~” Ritsu teased with a grin, though his eyes sparkled with quiet curiosity.

Mao could only offer a sheepish smile, trying to mask the confusion inside him. “It’s nothing… I probably just didn’t sleep well.”

“Didn’t sleep well? Weird. You didn’t have a late practice yesterday, did you?” Ritsu murmured, eyes narrowing as if trying to read between the lines.

Mao said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to say that his heart was in turmoil over one girl not walking with him this morning. Just because… one person said nothing, and his entire world suddenly felt like a mess.

Ritsu, the boy with black hair and blood-red eyes, watched him silently for a moment, then suddenly said in a light but firm tone:

“It’s about Y/N, isn’t it?”

Mao paused for a beat as if caught red-handed, then gave a small nod, shoulders slumping slightly.

“Did you two have a fight when I wasn’t around?” Ritsu continued, his tone still teasing but now his gaze had turned serious.

“No, nothing like that,” Mao sighed, his fingers unconsciously tightening around his bag strap. “I’ve been trying to remember… if I did something wrong…” His voice lowered, laced with fatigue, confusion, and a quiet worry.

He hung his head, overwhelmed by a tangled web of thoughts, unable to find the end. “Y/N has never acted like this before…” he thought to himself, a chill running through him as he remembered your recent avoidant glances and the strange silence in their group chat.

Ritsu sat quietly on Mao’s back, his eyes no longer bearing their usual lazy glint. He understood. He knew your emotional patterns well—how you were so good at hiding your feelings that most people wouldn’t even notice you were hurting.

“Maybe… you should go find Y/N?” Ritsu said softly, offering the idea with a subtle hint of meaning. His crimson eyes were filled with empathy, though he didn’t speak further on what he might’ve guessed.

Mao looked up, a faint spark of light returning to his eyes. “Yeah, I was thinking that too.” Though he didn’t know what was going on, he understood that silence wouldn’t solve anything. If you were hiding something in your heart, he wanted to be the first one to hear it.

Ritsu smiled—a vague, sleepy smile like always, but this time, it held a sense of reassurance. “Good.” He didn’t say more, because he believed those two would find their way back to each other—like always. But this time… maybe it wouldn’t be the same as before.

At first, Mao planned to find you early in the morning, before the bell rang for class. But things didn’t go as smoothly as he’d hoped. The school buildings for producers and idols were in completely opposite directions, and he didn’t have enough time to circle around and look for you. To make things worse, the bell signaling the start of first period was drawing near, looming like a threat. In the end, he had to grit his teeth and give up, sighing to himself, “I’ll try after class then…”

But “after class” wasn’t simple either.

Mao’s schedule today wasn’t as relaxed as usual. Right after the last period, he had to rush to a studio for a photoshoot with Trickstar—a session that had been scheduled since last week and couldn’t be postponed. While staff members were busy preparing the lighting, costumes, and props, Mao sat alone in the waiting room, idly scrolling through his phone.

He opened the staff and schedule management app, just intending to glance over the list of producers and assistants assigned for today. His eyes scanned the names absentmindedly… until one line made him freeze.

L/n Y/N.

His eyes widened. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things. But there it was—your name, clearly listed, unmistakable. His heart skipped a beat. He blinked several times and tapped on the entry, needing to confirm it wasn’t a mistake in the system.

L/n Y/N – Assistant Manager – Trickstar Photoshoot Session

Emotions burst inside him. He hadn’t expected that in a day that felt like it was falling apart, he’d be gifted a small but precious moment like this. A part of him wanted to leap up in joy, but instead, he just smiled—a bright smile filled with relief.

“So… I get to see you today after all, Y/N,” Mao whispered, his hand tightening around his phone. The heavy atmosphere of the upcoming shoot seemed to ease a little. That small joy became a spark, a lightness in his heart amidst all the confusion.

Even if it’s just a brief meeting, even if you don’t feel like talking to him… at the very least, this time, he wouldn’t miss the chance to understand your feelings. And if possible… he hoped he could be the one to make you open your heart again.

Before Next

[anxious-acorn]

La Folie de Toi 🔞

Chapter 5: Slice of Afterlife

Summary: it’s the day before you have to move a whole dimension, so let’s just relax! Maybe visit Rosie? ❤️

You awoke to the smell of sizzling meat, stretching your limbs out with a yawn before rolling out of bed and padding down the stairs to the kitchen. Soft jazz played as Alastor hummed along, working on stirring a pot and flipping over a few pancakes. An ear twitched as you walked towards him to wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your forehead against his back.

“Good morning, mon cœur. How are you feeling?”

Smiling against the soft cotton of his shirt, you answered, “after last night, I’ve got the world on a string, my darling. How are you feeling?”

Alastor hummed, setting his utensils down to turn in your arms. He giggled at your messy bed head and ran his claws through the tangled strands. “I’m feeling more like myself finally. Breakfast is pancakes, bacon, and a bison quiche- would you like anything added to the menu?”

While finishing de tangling your hair, he kissed your forehead, kissing your lips when done. You sighed into the kiss, pulling him closer before letting him go. Those lovely crimson eyes glowed down at you and you smiled up at him.

“That sounds lovely, darling. Is there anything I can help with?”

Alastor placed one last kiss to your nose before turning to check his work. “you could set the table and pour us some drinks. I’m feeling like a mimosa,” he replied, and you set to your tasks.

When done, you sat down and sipped on a gin as you watched your darling pull a delicious steaming quiche from the oven. He snapped the food onto the table and you yelped excitedly, mouth watering as you began grabbing a bit of everything to try.

Food was one of the greatest pleasures in life, and your appreciation for it only grew in your afterlife.

By the time Alastor sat down, you’d shoved two pancakes into your mouth, moaning at the flavor of the blueberry compote. He laughed at your puffed up cheeks and wiped a finger at the side of your lips, bringing it to his own to suck at.

“Thith ith amathing Al! Thank you tho much!”

Alastor chuckled, eyes glowing as you continued to stuff your face, before digging in to his own bloody feast. The morning was slow and easy, the two of you enjoying the monotony as music filled the air- soft, happy, sometimes positively silly jazz.

With a full belly, you made your way upstairs and to the herbal cabinet in your bedroom, picking out what you would need before heading to the closet.

“Brewing potions, little witch?” Alastor breathed against a ticklish ear, and you jumped. Your mate had actually got the jump on you! And the joy that shone on his face was almost worth it. How he loved to scare people.

“Oh, you little snot!” Your exclamation only made the other demon laugh and smile wider as you whapped his arm playfully. “Yes, I’m brewing a potion to turn you into a frog,” you teased, lifting your hand to point as you whispered the incantation to open your realm of darkness.

“Awww, you don’t need to transform me in order to get a kiss, ma chér,” he countered, giving a small bite to the tip of your ear. With a small yelp, you leaned your body into his, tail swishing gently.

“I’m getting a birth control tea blend started. I must admit, I never thought I’d be preparing it for myself, but I find myself quite giddy now that I get to do so.”

Radio static rose softly, and you turned to examine Alastor’s face. “Darling, I’m certainly willing to have the children talk, but it’s a bit early in the relationship to bring little demons into the world, don’t you think?” (Not to mention the whole ‘hellborn can’t just respawn’ thing, exterminations, etc. But you said nothing about that bit.) Your sly grin brought a bright red blush to your mate’s face, a small pop of interference sounding.

Looking off to the side, ears drooping, Alastor spoke. “Forgive me, chér. I believe I’m still experiencing symptoms of my rut,” he chuckled and looked back to you, running a hand through your hair. “My instincts are telling me to spirit you away and keep you thoroughly filled.” His eyes glowed as he continued.

“However my mind is very aware that I’d most certainly make a terrible father,” he finished with a small laugh. You couldn’t help but melt. The sheer discipline of the man impressed you to no end, and the fact that he felt secure enough in your relationship to be so honest with his thoughts made your heart swell.

Cradling his hand in yours, you brought it to your lips to kiss. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Al. While the idea is sweet, I doubt I would have the emotional bandwidth for little ones. So it would seem we are in agreement in sentiments,” you said, and Alastor’s smile softened.

“My dear, you would make a wonderful mother, and I have no doubt that your kits would be the most adorable little hellions to ever live. But yes, for now at least, we are in agreement. No hellspawn for us,” he said, hugging you close and snuffling in your hair.

Giggling and nuzzling against him, you separated to walk through your door and set up your work station. You laid out your ingredients- rue, cotton root bark, and wormseed as your little darklings swirled around you in happy greetings.

Alastor giggled behind you and you noticed your previously wary shadows cautiously greeting with wagging tails, quickly zooming away if he got too close before coming back to try again. Fucking cute as fuck! As he worked to gain their trust for a proper greeting, you set to work on grinding the herbs, asking one of the shades to get some water boiling.

As you worked, music filled the air and you felt your shade split to play with everyone. It didn’t take long at all to fix the tea packets; not even an hour had passed when you’d tied the last dose. Packing the little bags up, you couldn’t help but soften when you spotted Alastor gently petting two of the darklings that had surrounded him, his own shade long since split curled up in a darkling pile. You kinda felt bad making them all stay in your realm, but they tended to have a problem of being violent to others without warrant. They’d definitely enjoyed their playtime on Extermination Day though, that’s for sure!

“I’m sorry, my little darlings, but I’m stealing our Radio Demon,” you spoke, small whines sounding from the shadows as Alastor looked up to you, grin widening.

“I do believe these little sweethearts are finally warming up to me,” he said gleefully, giving the shades one last rub to the ears before standing.

“What else do we have planned for the day, my dear?”

Alastor’s question made you ponder. Was there anything that needed doing before moving day tomorrow? You couldn’t think of anything.

“I can’t think of anything that needs doing. Was there anything you would like to do?”

Your mate hummed in thought as you exited your realm, sealing the door behind you.

A stroll through town might be nice, if you’re feeling up to it. We could see if Rosie feels up for a visit,” he said, and your tail began wagging slowly. “A walk sounds splendid, darling!”

With a chuckle, Alastor snapped his suit on before casting you a long glance. You smirked and held your arms up, as if at the tailor for a fitting.

“You know me too well,” he teased, eyes roaming over your form, concentrating.

After a moment he snapped, and you felt the telltale breeze of styling. Once he was finished you spun for him, ending in a pose, and he clapped, an audience track joining in. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your adorable mate.

Walking over to examine yourself in the mirror, you were pleased with Alastor’s choice. The outfit was something you would have worn back when you were alive for an evening out with your favorite lady. A red flared skirt that fell just below the knee, sequined black top that blended seamlessly, and a thin pink sweater. A sensible strand of pearls around your neck matched a pair of teardrop earrings that hooked through loops of hair that sat on either side of your face, accentuated by the half up hairstyle he’d chosen. Finishing off the look was a comfortable pair of black and red oxford heels. Lifting up a foot, you were tickled to see the little hoof prints adorning the bottoms.

“Do you approve, ma belle?”

You couldn’t help but to sink into the strong arms of your mate as he pulled you to him and rested his chin between your ears. With a happy whine, you snuggled closer against him, eliciting a chuckle from the man.

“Very classic. I adore it. And I’m incredibly impressed with your knowledge of undergarments- the silhouette is spot on!”

“Hahaha! You would be more impressed with underwear than jewelry,” he replied, kissing a twitching ear before the top of your head. With a snort of laughter, you turned in his arms to rub your nose to his.

“Jewelry is lovely, but nothing compares to a comfortable bra,” you countered, pressing your chest against him. Your mate snorted in response, pulling you into a soft kiss with a groan. “Then I shall shower you in as many undergarments as you wish.”

“I love you, you wonderful demon,” you said, eyes soft as you took a moment to just soak in each other’s presence.

“I love you, my Vixen,” he finally spoke before letting you go. Your soul was alight with those warm fuzzies, tail swishing in joy as you made your way down the stairs and out the door.

Fresh screams met your ears and you smiled as you took in the scent of blood and a few unsavory other things. Your mate seemed to be both excited and wrathful at the same time, and you wondered what he was feeling. Not that you would actually ask while out in the open like this.

The feel of Alastor’s aura flaring to full strength left you weak in the knees, and you were grateful to have his arm in yours to lean on. Of course he noticed his effect on you- you caught the cocky grin that formed as you leaned into him. Ever the prideful buck. Not that you minded. In fact, it only served to arouse you.

As you walked arm-in-arm, you both enjoyed watching the chaos around you. Most demons fled, some didn’t even notice, and some were in the process of murder or mugging. A few cannibals hovered around a small buffet, and Alastor looked as though he wished to join, but he made no move to do so.

“Did you want to stop for a bite? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind sharing,” you offered, and Alastor shook his head. “Rosie would have my liver if I ate before a visit,” he chuckled out, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss before setting it back in his arm.

“I’m surprised. I would have guessed you’d enjoy that,” you teased, and Alastor laughed. “Perhaps I would, but not with that withering glare set upon me for bad manners.”

“Ah yes. You are, if nothing else, ever the consummate gentleman,” you replied. Your mate hummed with a nod, chest puffing in pride. ‘So cute,’ you thought, ears drooping at your prideful buck. You would raze Hell for this demon.

“Alastor? Oh Alastor! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks! - Hello, Y/N sweetheart, how’ve ya been? - Alastor, you owe me an explanation, mister.”

Rosie had swept you both into a giant hug when she noticed you walking in her store. The sheer strength of the woman was baffling- your yelp sounded more like a squeak toy than anything coming from a canine. How Alastor managed to not make a sound, you could only guess.

“Rosie dear, how have you been? Forgive my prolonged absence; I’ve been on sabbatical with dear Vixy, but I’m back now. We were hoping you’d have a bit of time to spare for your friends.” Alastor bowed once Rosie released you and the woman gave a hearty laugh.

“Always such a charmer,” she praised before wicked understanding lit in her obsidian orbs, and she shooed any lingering customer out the door.

Once she’d flipped her ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, Rosie grabbed each of your hands to gush excitedly. “So by sabbatical you mean—“

“Our mating seasons, yes, yes. Let’s not get overexcited, sweetheart,” Alastor cut the woman off with a roll of his eyes, and you giggled at the embarrassed flush of his cheeks.

“Aww, you adorable little thing! I’m proud of you sweetie- helping your partner during a heat is a big step, and a really sweet gesture. Y/N,” she turned to look at you. “Do you want a little something for afterwards? I have medicine for welcoming extra company, or if you enjoy the afterlife as is, I have an aid for that as well.”

You gave her a soft smile- such a thoughtful woman. “Thank you darling, but I’ve already made my own medicine. Al and I have decided we’re not ready to raise little hellspawn.”

“For now, at least,” Alastor added, and Rosie chuckled.

“Good for you two, sweethearts. That being said, if you do ever decide to take on the challenge, I get first dibs on auntie privilege!”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Alastor replied.

“Who else would teach the little gremlins how to make a decent cup of tea? You’re absolutely terrible at it!” Rosie’s tease made Alastor snort.

“Coffee is always a superior beverage, no matter the occasion,” he responded.

“Oh yes, I can see it now- little Alastors hopped up goin’ buck wild cause all their daddy knows how ta make is black coffee,” Rosie scoffed, sly grin on her lips.

At that you both groaned, and you noticed Alastor’s ears pin as he rubbed at his eyes, smile tight. “Rosie dear, let’s change the subject. Have you heard any interesting news lately?”

Rosie took the hint, releasing your hands and moving to head up stairs. You followed and Alastor trailed closely behind you. You felt his claws run gently through your curls as you made your way, and you smiled softly, chest swelling with love.

“Well, sweet Charlie seems to be bringing in some professional head shrinks to incorporate into the hotel, but you probably already know that. Ol’ Luci seems to be re-emerging to help out as well- I saw him on Vox 2night tryin’ to hype up the project, but I gotta say, it was a littllllle… lackluster.”

You snorted at Rosie’s attempt at sugar coating. “You mean to say he was a panicking nervous wreck?”

“Oh hoho! Now that is something I would have loved to see! Did you happen to get a recording? Oh, never mind that, I want to witness that crash for the first time with said wreck,” Alastor got out between his laughter.

Playfully smacking his arm, both you and Rosie grinned at each other. “Is a man not allowed to enjoy a good train wreck in peace?”

“Never in peace, my dear,” you replied, wicked grin widening when he sighed in defeat.

“Where’s the entertainment in that? You’re in Hell, Al. If we ever give you peace, we’re not doin’ our job,” Rosie added, sharp smile overtaking her features as her face grew skeletal for all of two seconds. What a delightful treat! How you’d love to witness her full demonic form.

“Well anyway, the whole thing kinda blew up in Vox’s face cause Luci won the public over. All the gals are gaga over the powerful but shy and handsome King Morningstar. Not sure if it’s the attention y’all really want for the hotel but hey, business is business. And who knows, maybe dear Charlie will get a new mama!”

“I’m fairly certain dear ‘Luci’ is perfectly content to wait for his wife’s return, but it will be very entertaining watching him squirm,” Alastor replied.

“Huh, that almost makes you sound a bit sentimental,” Rosie countered with a chuckle before her face lit up.

“Oh, but where are my manners? Come, sit, sit! What can I get’cha? I’ve got a fresh batch of candied pinky fingers- oh, what am I thinking? I know you like your venison- I think I’ve got a nice leg in the meat locker. Y/N hunny, what about you? What would you like sweetie?”

The woman was practically vibrating in her excitement, and you felt a small short pang of guilt. You had kept her best friend from her for who knows how long, and here she was offering her love and hospitality in return.

‘Oh come on Vix, you know that’s not how they see it,’ you thought, but the tightness in your chest was still there, so you spoke. “A thigh would be sublime, darling,” you started, grabbing Rosie’s hand to cradle in both of yours.

“I’m truly sorry we didn’t tell you where Al was. I know that must have hurt, and neither of us would ever wish to cause you harm,” you finished and Rosie cooed, cupping her cheek in her free hand.

“Oh you are just adorable Y/N! I’m not really upset. I just gotta give our boy a hard time!” She swept you in a spinning hug and kissed your forehead, an exaggerated, “mmuah!” leaving her lips before moving to leave the room to get some food started.

“Could you use some extra hands? I find myself unwilling to leave your glowing company,” Alastor enquired, and Rosie gave a high pitched squeal before giving him the same treatment- spin and all.

“Oh I am just so happy you two showed up! You always brighten up these walls, Al; of course you can join in! Y/N, d’you like to cook?” Rosie set Alastor down with a big kiss to the forehead, and he rubbed at the spot like an embarrassed child. With all the hormones simmering down, you still felt that grand swell of sweet love at the sight.

Family. You felt well and truly loved; in such a way you found difficult to get used to. Angel probably had no idea just how grateful you felt for his romantic meddling. Not only had he gifted you a goofy, sappy, gorgeous love to match your freak, but he gave you the opportunity to wriggle your way in to a family… of sorts.

“Y/N? You alright there sweetie?”

Rosie grabbed your attention by waving a hand in front of you, and your mind came back to register the question.

“Oh don’t mind her. You just gave the poor dear what I like to call a ‘love lock’. It’s the most adorable hilarity! Throw your most wicked sexual desires her way and she doesn’t even blush, but give her sweetness and she positively freezes with adoration”

Well, that at least got your mind working again. Fucking overlord and his stupid people reading skills. Rosie was laughing with Alastor, and you wiggled your toes to feel a bit more present.

“In answer to your question dear, yes, I do enjoy cooking, though I’m a better baker, so I could whip up some dessert while you two handle the dinner?” Your words finally came as you all began walking back to the kitchen.

It was a classic style, and you noticed some of the appliances had magick buzzing around them- probably spelled for convenience.

“Mind if I rummage around and see what you have?” Your question caught Rosie’s attention and she nodded gleefully before she and Alastor disappeared through the meat locker door. Idly you wondered if it was dimensional like the one Alastor had conjured just before extermination day. Perhaps she’d even taught him that bit of magick; she was older than both of you after all, already an overlord before you fell.

‘Focus Vix,’ you thought, and you stepped over to look through the perfectly organized cabinets. Rosie truly was a foodie by all counts. She had literally everything! Her cabinets were spelled for (what seemed to you at least) infinite storage, housing every herb and spice under every ring! Different types of flour, multiple colors of sugar… ‘oh my Satan.’ Fresh vanilla bean!

Well, what did you expect? With her power, she could probably communicate and receive offerings from earthen souls. For all you knew, she could even manifest herself up top. You were completely in awe of the simple beans. It wasn’t that you couldn’t get vanilla down here, but to obtain the plant itself, you either needed a connection up top, or be able to go up and get it yourself.

After surveying the cabinets and fridge (another marvel of infinite and diverse supply), you grabbed a few ingredients and set to work. Simple, but delicious.

Rosie and Alastor joked and jibed with each other as they walked back through the meat locker, arms laden with meat, and your mouth began watering.

Music filled the silence after the laughter died down, and you all worked on your designated projects in contentment.

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Lunch/dinner ( linner) was a splendid affair, and by the time you left, the sky was darkening. Walking arm-in-arm, you barely noticed the fleeing demons, too full to take enjoyment from their fear. With a groan, you slouched over to hopefully lessen the strain of your gut.

“I ate too much,” you complained, and your mate chuckled as he stroked your hand. “If you ever leave Rosie’s without eating too much, that would be the day—“

Looking up to see what had caught Alastor’s attention, you noticed a small black drone ducking just behind a smoking chimney.

‘Really bro?’ Your brows lowered and lips tightened as you looked back to gauge Alastor’s emotions, but he had set his steel mask firmly in place, smile wide and unbothered.

“Come along, Vixy. It’s been hours since I’ve tended my lovely mate. I simply must rectify this and cover you… Thoroughly,” he growled seductively, but with his smile so wide, his face looked more irritated (aka not sexy mood) sinister than anything, aura flaring and wrapping around you. You noticed his shadow warbling and played along. He was apparently still dealing with symptoms, his body rigid as you opened your dimensional door and walked inside.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Your question elicited a short record scratch, and you turned around to look at your contorting mate. His breathing was heavy, chest puffing out as he tried to catch his breath. Was he… having a panic attack?

“Alastor, what do you need? I’m here…”

Cautiously, you crept slowly toward him, giving him time to notice you, stopping once close, but not touching.

With a low growl, Alastor pulled you flush against him and rubbed his cheeks over your hair as he worked to steady his breath. Wrapping your arms around his hips, you nuzzled his chest with a soothing purr, ears drooping as you snuggled your love.

Shadows swallowed you up and deposited you on your bed, but Alastor made no move to take you, seeming only to need to hold you close as he worked through whatever he needed to work through. You wished you could snap to fix problems. Unfortunately, if that magick existed, you’d certainly never heard of it.

“Is there anything I can do?” Your question caused his arms to tighten as he breathed you in and snuffled into your hair.

“You’re doing it right now, chér. Just… stay here with me,” he breathed out with a soft sigh, his body relaxing if just incrementally.

You stayed there, wriggling closer and nuzzling as you purred, tail moving to drape over his hips. Your shadow split to wrap around him as you laid together, and you thought of an old lullaby your mother would sing… before she ran away… without you.

‘Never mind that, you selfish kit, comfort your partner,’ you thought as you began to sing. You couldn’t remember all the words- something about longing to be with loved ones over seas and mountains. A hope for a bird to carry the song to the one you love.

It was old, passed down from mother to child over decades, and as you finished the last choppy verse, your mate sighed out some more of the tension, his weight settling on top of you. His nose glided along your neck as his breathing began to even out, long lashes tickling your cheek.

“Thank you, mon cœur…”

Tightening your arms around him, you kissed the ear closest to you and hummed. “I love you, darling. I wish I could snap and make it better, but sadly that magick continues to elude me,” you replied, earning a soft chuckle.

“If you ever figure that out, dearest, you would rule all of Hell,” he replied, running his fingers through your hair as he rested on you. You giggled in response and kissed the top of his head.

“Would you like a smoke? Maybe something to drink?” You felt Alastor’s lips upturn against your throat as he sighed contentedly.

“Actually, chér, would you mind very much,” you felt his tongue slide over your clavicle, “if I partake of your flesh?” His sharp teeth nipped gently at your shoulder, and your breath caught as you worked to settle your body’s reaction. He wasn’t asking for that, after all.

Kissing his head, you smiled sweetly to him as your eyes connected. “Eat your fill, my sweet buck.”

Alastor melted on top of you and brought his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, a small bleat leaving his throat. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, and then he was feasting.

Your screams filled the air as your mate took bite after bite, slurping at the blood that spurt from a particularly deep wound at your forearm. He moaned and sighed as he savored your taste. He was so very lovely covered in your blood. The sight of him filled you with a sense of possessive adoration- he was yours.

He didn’t take very much this time, languishing his tongue along your wounds between gentle, dragging kisses. He looked far more contented now, nuzzling and bleating as he took you into himself.

When satisfied, he curled himself around your bloody form and kissed your head, your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. Those lovely crimson eyes watched you as your body worked to heal from his attentions. It didn’t take very long at all, most of the wounds quite shallow.

“Thank you, my sweet vixen…”

“Anything for you, my darling,” you spoke softly, bloody yet healed hand cupping his equally bloody cheek. With a soft hum, your mate kissed you once more, fingers trailing up your arm and over your back.

It was difficult not to let your mind wander down into the gutter as Alastor quite literally pet you. Once you were more settled, you were able to enjoy the soft touches. Adoring, predatory, positively glowing eyes watched you all through the night, the last image to pull you into slumber. Wrapped up in Alastor and your shadows, your sleep was gentle and forgiving, a blissful dark pit of respite, and by morning you felt ready for what lay ahead.

Time to move a dimension.

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may i request shower sex with sakusa? ive been living with this thought in my brain for so long

Shower Sex

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

i swear every request gets better. thank you for this one, anon! it was fun to write.

disclaimer: in a realistic shower sex scenarios you’d need a whole lot of lube and have a hard time not slipping. that being said, this is fanfiction and i have spared you all from th technicalities :)

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.6k

content warning: established relationship, shower sex (obviously), unprotected sex, brief oral (m. receiving), mentions of masturbation

It had been two days since you found out Kiyoomi was holding out on you. You were genuinely of the impression that the man didn’t masturbate. It sounded so stupid in your head now. Of course he did. Everyone did. But you had never caught him and never heard him talk about it so it didn’t even cross your mind.

But now you knew that when he was in the shower, he leaned his arm against the wall and thought of you. That image would be burned into your brain forever.

So you sat squirming on your comforter, hearing the running shower as he prepared to come to bed, and all you could think about was him pumping into his hand and biting back noise. You weren’t supposed to be home this early and he knew that. Maybe he was innocently showering, passing the time until you came home, but the thought that he wasn’t was eating away at your brain.

Fuck it.

He left the shower door unlocked. He always did. He didn’t have anything to hide, but you had never taken advantage of it beyond brushing your teeth.

“Babe?” he called, voice muffled by the running water. Fuck. His voice sounded strained.

You pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kiyoomi said, voice faltering in an incredulous laugh. A concerned expression settled onto his face, but you couldn’t take him seriously with the grin still sitting on his lips. He stared in disbelief as your clothes were quickly soaked through. You smiled at him.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hi. I didn’t know you were home.” The water ran over you as you stared at each other. He held his arms close to himself, curls flattened against his head and dripping. Glancing down, you could tell your thoughts earlier weren’t unwarranted.

“I was thinking about you at work all day.”

“Okay?”

“Omi. Do you understand? I was thinking about you,” you said. You broke eye contact and ran a hand down his slick chest. You trailed down until you reached his pelvis, sliding your fingers over to his hip instead. His stomach sucked in involuntarily, twitching under your touch.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked. His voice was fairly steady but his furrowed eyebrows gave him away.

“I was jealous,” you said, sliding a thumb over his hip bone. He swallowed hard.

“Of what?”

“Your hand.”

“Shit.” Kiyoomi leaned against the wall and groaned. “I regret telling you about that.”

You grinned up at him.

“I don’t,” you said. You let your hand continue traveling along his slick skin until you wrapped a hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled heavily. You just barely moved your hand, touch light and teasing. “Why do you keep this to yourself, Omi?”

“I don’t—” he breathed, gaze returning to your face. “God, you’re soaked.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“Then warm me up.” You pushed into him and kissed him hard, laughing to yourself as his hands gently settled on your shoulders. He leaned back and brought you both fully into the stream of water.

It was hard to kiss while being bombarded by heat and inhaling steam, but you both made do. He licked gently into your mouth, still seeming to hesitate even with your enthusiasm. You pressed kisses along his jaw, rivulets of water passing from his body to yours. He let out a shallow breath and tangled a hand into the fabric of your shirt.

“Take these off or you’re going to get sick,” he mumbled. You nipped at his ear and smiled against his skin.

“Fine,” you said. You pushed down your work slacks and kicked them to the side of the tub. He looked a little surprised at your eagerness, but the look of shock on his face grew as you dropped to your knees.

“Wait, I -- oh, fuck.” He sighed as your lips wrapped around him, one hand bracing against the wall and the other settling on top of your hair. You took him into your mouth. It was a little hard to breathe as water ran over your face, but you ignored the feeling. You continued following his instructions as he hit the back of your throat, quickly unbuttoning your shirt and unhooking your bra.

“Jesus,” Kiyoomi muttered, staring down at you. You continued moving up and down his length, adding pressure with your tongue as you went. You looked up as you buried him in your mouth once more. His eyes grew wide as they met yours, and you saw his eyebrows furrow.

“Shit,” he said viciously, tugging on your hair a bit. “Get back up here.” You released him and grinned as you stood. Your face was slick with water and saliva, and his eyes darkened as you wiped at it. “Turn around,” he said. You complied happily, relishing in the way his hands gripped you. One grasped at your hip, the other pushed at the back of your neck so you were pressed against the shower wall. You laughed lightly as you felt him pressing between your legs.

“Hold on, Omi,” you said. He relaxed his grip.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You grabbed onto the shower rod with one hand and used a foot to move your clothes under your feet.

“I’m fine. Just needed to readjust a little.” You turned your head to the other side and tightened your grip. “Now fuck me already.”

“Jesus.” It sounded like he used all the breath in his lungs to gasp out that one word. He grabbed one of your legs and moved it so it was propped up on the lip of the tub. He used the other hand to line himself up with you, then grasped the shower rod right next to your hand. Without much hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, making a strained noise as he buried himself fully in you. You pressed your forehead against the wall and groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grumbled, slowly starting to grind into you.

“Better than your hand?” you teased. You were breathless and a little cold, but you couldn’t help teasing him. He let out a haggard laugh.

“Shut up.” You could hear the smile in his voice even as he began moving faster, pushing you harder against the linoleum wall. He had never taken you standing before, wanting to keep you comfortable, but something about the way your legs ached and he desperately gripped both you and the shower made your brain go fuzzy.

His pace picked up and he grabbed your jaw in his hand, forcing your back to arch as he pulled you against him. He was breathing directly in your ear, sending shivers down your shoulders as an aching heat began blooming below your stomach.

“Fuck, Omi,” you whined, reaching your free hand back to bury in his hair. This seemed to spur him on. His hips somehow moved even faster and the fingers that gripped your jaw slid up and into your mouth, focusing it to hang open. His other hand lifted away from the shower rod, skimming down your body and stopping between your legs. He began circling your clit with two quick fingers. You let out a gasp as he forced you to climb faster.

“Come with me,” he groaned against your ear. You nodded eagerly, mouth lax around his fingers. His breathing began ending in curses, huffing against the back of your neck. You shivered and your hand tightened in his hair.

“Oh fuck,” Kiyoomi grumbled. Your grip in his curls seemed to be the last straw for him. Your breathing came in gasps as his arms locked around you. His hips stuttered out of time and his voice came out in loud swearing. His hand continued moving on your clit, sending you over the edge close behind him. You both froze against each other for a moment, suspended in time as your eyes locked shut and you rode out your highs.

Kiyoomi’s face fell against your shoulder as he loosened his grip on you. You could feel him start to laugh through his panting. You gasped as he pulled out of you, then smiled. As your head cleared, you noticed you were both shaking.

“Oh, fuck,” you said. You turned around, holding a hand up into the stream of water.

“I blame you,” he said, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He shivered and wrapped his arms around you, trying and failing to rub warmth back into your body. “Now we have to take a cold shower.”

“We?” you laughed. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and held you tightly.

“I’m not letting you out until we’re both clean.”

“Omi, we’re gonna freeze to death!”

“Should’ve thought about that before you interrupted my shower.”

You hit his arm playfully.

“Really, you are welcome to do that again,” he said. He pulled away from you and grinned, planting a quick kiss on your lips. “Just, warn me first so I can save you some hot water.”

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Who knows when... - Wet Dream... Come true... (mini series) Part 1/?

Warnings: 18+ readers only. NSFW. Swearing, sex (protected sex), oral - male receiving, nakedness in the shower. I DON'T OWN HENRY CAVILL. THIS IS FICTION! NO MINORS!

"That's it, baby girl. Fuck. You're taking my cock so well." Henry moaned deep from in his chest.

His hips snapped, back and forth, pushing and pulling his thick cock inside your pussy. You moaned out loud as he sucked and licked your throat, wrapping your legs around his waist, wanting him to go deeper.

"Yes! Fuck, yes," You cried out. Your nails dug into his back, his shoulders, his waist, his backside, anywhere you put your hands. You pulled him closer. "Yes! Oh, Henry, I'm-"

You pushed yourself up in bed with a slight groan, rubbing your eyes with your fingers. Damn it, you wished your dream had never ended. You let out a tired yawn, stretching your sore muscles before sitting up a little more. The dream had been so real, you could have sworn your legs were aching, your pussy too. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and put your feet down on to the soft, fluffy carpet.

You looked up and finally noticed you weren't in your room. With a frown you pushed yourself to stand and slowly began to walk round the bed, looking for your clothes. Suddenly the door opened, startling you, freezing you in place as you came face to face with the man who'd taken you home.

"You're awake," He smiled at you.

"It wasn't a dream," You gaped at him, "... I'm actually stood naked in front of Henry Cavill." You groaned, covering your face as you dropped onto the bed in embarrassment.

Henry chuckled softly, "I'm not complaining." He smirked before he reached up behind the door and took down his dressing gown. "Here, put this on." He kindly offered you it.

"Thank you," You blushed as you acceptd his dressing gown. You held in the giggle that threatened to break as you tied the belt around your waist. Being Henry's, it was far too big for you but it was warm.

Henry sat beside you on the bed with a soft smile on his face. You looked cute in his dressing gown, and after you've finished with it, it would smell like you. Henry cleared his throat and tore his gaze from you. "Do you remember last night?"

Oh yes. Now that you were fully awake and had come face to face with your 'wet dream', last night had come flying back, crystal clear and in detail. "Yes." You answered meekly. Your cheeks flush as you thought about the details of last night.

Henry grinned, "Good."

You looked up to him with a shy smile. "Good."

Henry let out a low chuckle. "You look cute when you get shy." He teased giving you a playful nudge making you blush a little more and hide your face in his fluffy dressing gown. "Would you like to join me for a shower?"

Your eyes widened a little in confusion. "I thought, you'd be wanting me to... hmm, leave."

"I thought you said you didn't do one night stands?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. So he did remember one of our many conversations from last night.

You shook your head. "I don't. I just thought, you might want rid of me." You whispered and looked down bashfully.

Henry shook his head and let out a soft sigh, "Y/N, I said last night that I really liked you. And I meant it." He smiled softly at you. "Is that okay?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip. "... Yes," You smiled looking up to him, only then noticing what he was wearing. Your mouth water as you watched the sweat trickle done his neck and his chest, making his chest habit stick to him and - "What time is it?" You cleared you thriat and the dirty thoughts clouding your mind.

Henry looked down, "Oh, still early. I had to go take Kal out for a walk, ended up having a run." He chuckled softly. You nodded with a smile. "So, shower?"

You nodded and blushed a little, before you looked around the room. "Oh, hmm... Where are my things?"

Henry smirked playfully as he stood up from the bed. "I thought you said you remembered last night?" He asked walking out of the room.

You rolled your eyes, "Well, when Henry Cavill is literally fucking your brains out, you tend to forget where you dropped your things."

Henry laughed heartily as he walked back into the room holding your things in his hands. "When you put it like that." He teased placing your things beside you on the bed. "Do what you need to and I'll get the shower going." He smiled softly at you.

You nodded thanking him and waited until Henry walked into the bathroom before you fell back onto the bed with a deep breath. You just needed a minute to collect your thoughts.

Last night actually happened. Your flat mate had asked you to be her plus one to her works party. You'd only been there an hour when you'd tripped in your friends stupid heels she'd made you wear and fallen into someone. That someone had been Henry, and thankfully he was more than happy with the accident. The two of you ended up talking all night and then, well, you woke up the next morning in Henry's bed after a night full of mind blowing sex.

"Y/N?" Henry called out from the bathroom. His voice mixed with the sound of running water filled your stomach with butterflies.

"Coming!" You answered quickly, pushing yourself up from the bed.

Henry was already in the shower by the time you entered the bathroom. You could see his silhouette through the steam and the glass of the shower. It only just occurred to you that you were actually going to be in the shower with Henry, naked, and fully sober.

"Are you getting in, or just going to watch me?" Henry asked with a playful tone.

You licked your lips at the thought of just watching Henry wash himself. "I'm coming,"

You smiled, and quickly pulled open the dressing gown, taking a quick sniff of it, melting a little as you breathed in the scent that was Henry. Once you'd safely hung the dressing gown up, you took a deep breath and stepped round the glass door. Your eyes bugged a little and your mouth hung open as you came face to face with Henry's naked back and arse.

"Fuck," You muttered to yourself.

"I could say the same thing," Henry looked over his shoulder with a smug smirk. He turned around and faced you, "Come here." He held his hand out to you.

You took his hand and stepped forwards until you were under the stream of water. You instantly closed your eyes and relaxed as the water ran down your body. A soft gasp past your lips and your eyes shot open as Henry lightly moved his hands up your arms.

"Do you have to be somewhere today?" Henry whispered.

"No plans made.. Yet."

"Good." Henry smiled at you.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours as he moved his hands to your back, pulling you closer to him, pressing your body against his. He ran his tongue between your lips and slipped it into your mouth, pulling a soft moan from you.

You gripped onto Henry's arms as he pushed you gently against the cool, fogged glass of the shower. Your tongue licked at Henry's as he squeezed your waist.

He pulled back with a deep breath, "Sorry." He let out a breathless chuckle making you giggle.

"No you're not."

"No, I'm not." He gave you a smug smile.

You smiled up at him, placing your hand on his hard chest, "I don't want you to think I'm being a cock tease, or anything," You bashfully looked down. Henry's hard cock stood between the two of you, practically making you drool as you eyed it. "But, maybe having sex in the shower, without protection, isn't the best idea."

Henry nodded, taking in another deep breath and stepped back a little from you. "Of course... You're absolutely right," He cleared his throat.

A silent groan left you as your eyes danced over Henry's naked body. He was a God! You licked your lips and reached out, grabbing his hand making Henry looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't I still need to repay you for something?" You asked with a playful smile.

Henry's head tilted to the side as he tried to think of what you meant. "I don't -" His breathe caught in hi throat as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock. "Fuck,"

You bit your lip as you got on your knees in front of Henry and looked up at him through your eyelashes at him, giving them a bat before saying, "Do you want me stop?"

Henry shook his head gulping. "No." He growled, his eyes fixed in your hand as you slowly, teasingly stroke him.

Your eyes fell to his cock before you. It was a beautiful sight, you could admire Henry all day. You slid your hand down to the base of his cock, cupping his balls in your palm as you ran your tongue down the length of him and back to the tip. Henry groaned deeply as you repeated the action once more before you wrapped your lips around his tip.

"Fuck," He moaned with closed eyes.

You were glad Henry didn't have an overly long cock (not that it wasn't big - it was). You were able to fit most of him into your mouth, and deep throat him before pulling off to stroke him again. Your eyes water a little as you caught your breath but it didn't bother you, the sounds Henry was making above you spurred you on. You used your other hand to play with his balls, licking up the length of him again before taking him back into your mouth. You bobbed slowly up and down, adding light pressure to his balls as you did.

"Shit. Baby, don't stop," One of Henry's large hands fell to the back of your head, encouraging you to take more of him as he slammed his other against the wall. "Fuck! Baby, I'm gonna cu-" Henry groaned from deep in his chest as you sucked and licked him as he came.

You moaned, the taste of him on your tongue making you wetter than you thought possible. You pulled off him and smirked up at him. You enjoyed seeing him like this.

Henry panted, trying to catch his breath. "That-" He ran a hand down his face, "Fuck, that was hot." He chuckled breathlessly and helped you off the tiled floor. "Perhaps, we should shower later..." He grinned at you making your eyes widened and light up with lust as he pulled your body against his. "We've got plans, now."

[mello-jello]

hi jello!! what about post timeskip levihan? commander hanji is working very hard and rarely, rarely sleeps (let alone eats and bathes properly. its worse than before now though.).

what if one time levi discovers hanji passed tf out due to sheer exhaustion in the most weird and random of places. he doesn’t want to wake them up bc hanji def needs the rest so he carries/tucks her into bed.🥺❤️

JAZZY thank you for the prompt! I kind of combined it with this one too:

Thank you, Anon!

Preview:

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

It had been 3 years since Shiganshina. Levi climbed into the carriage and sat across from Hange, who was still reading through her notes from the long and grueling meeting that lasted for the better part of the day. All the highest ranking military officials had been called to the capital to discuss Paradis’s best course of action. Queen historia was there, along with her staff, advisors, and of course Zackley. Levi had been to plenty of these meetings before, but this time was different in a bit of a distressing way.

Over the years, Levi had watched Erwin defend the scouts countless times. From questionable means of gathering information, to explaining away hundreds of lives lost, he always had an answer for everything and he always managed to leave with a favourable image. It was something Levi truly admired and even envied about Erwin.

But now he had been watching Hange flounder. She has indeed improved over the last 3 years, but she still doubts herself and while it might not be known to those around her, Levi can’t help but feel sympathetic to her situation. Today however, the other officials had been particularly ruthless.

“Take a break, Hange,” Levi ordered. Hange just sighed. Then her stomach growled. “Have you eaten today?”

“Uuuuuuuhhh,” Hange mused as she genuinely struggled to remember.

“Tch, there’s your answer,” Levi crossed his arms. The rest of the officials had a big dinner scheduled for tonight, but of course the Survey Corps got shafted and had to leave early in order to prepare. Hange met his eyes again with an exhausted look he was all too familiar with.

“How have you been sleeping?”

“Not great,” she admitted. Levi’s stomach sank. He had dealt with his own insomnia his whole life, but it seems worse on Hange. Perhaps it was the stark contrast from her former bubbly and loud personality. Hange pinched the bridge of her nose and let out another long sigh. Levi couldn’t help feeling inadequate and helpless. He rarely got himself to sleep, how could he help Hange?

Levi looked out the window at the setting sun when he got an idea. He realized what Hange had been neglecting while trying to be a good commander. Something that wasn’t just eating and sleeping. Something that was unique to Hange.

“Hange, there’s one more thing you need to do before we leave.”

Hange raised an eyebrow.

Levi told the driver to wait for them and escorted Hange to the dining hall.

“Levi, we were technically invited, but I don’t think showing up for food after we already said goodbye is a very good look for us,” Hange practically whispered.

Levi opened the doors and they were greeted with a sweet aroma of bread, appetizers, and whatever was going to be the main dish. Hange’s mouth watered. The long elegant table was decorated with ornate candles, beautiful china, crystal glasses, and there were 4 sets of cutlery for each place setting.

“Relax, they won’t be here just yet. They will all be busy getting dressed for dinner.”

Hange grabbed a bread roll and took a huge bite, not bothering to chew before she commented, “I never understood ‘dressing for dinner’ ugh. What’s the point?”

Levi was about to make a half hearted comment about how Hange could never fit in with “civilized” society, but he stopped himself when he saw she was eating and was a little bit more relaxed. He found a small plate of savoury looking appetizers and handed it to her. She immediately took one.

“MMM, Levi!” she exclaimed, pointing at the plate. She popped another in her mouth before saying, “you gotta try these!”

Levi put up a hand and said, “you enjoy.”

Hange enthusiastically cleared the whole platter in less than a minute, and Levi was watching her, endeared at the behaviour. He had missed this side of her. Despite how gross it was, there was a glimpse of the carefree Hange he once knew. A small hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Then Hange belched.

“Disgusting,” Levi waved the air in front of his nose.

Hange gave a small laugh before saying, “Thank you Levi, I feel much better now.”

“Tch, you haven’t even done what we came here to do,” Levi scoffed.

Hange made a confused sound.

“Drop the dish.”

Hange’s one eye widened as she processed what Levi was saying.

“C’mon, you need to blow off some steam. They were total assholes to you today, and for what? You didn’t know the exact amount of your food budget? And yet,” Levi gestured to the banquet. He then picked up a delicate looking wine glass. He held his arm outstretched, and loosened his grip, letting it crash to the ground. “Oops.”

A mischievous smile stretched across Hange’s lips. “Oops,” she mimicked Levi and let the empty platter fall to the floor, breaking into dozens of pieces. She slowly started to lap around the long luxurious set up, like a predator admiring her prey before pouncing.

“Right? And Nile, ugh, what a hypocrite! Giving me shit for not knowing about that small thing, belittling me in front of everyone,” Hange snapped a salad plate against the edge of the table. “It wasn’t too long ago when he would have been the first to admit he had no idea what the first interior squad were up to! We had to find out for ourselves. Erwin was almost hanged!” Hange kicked a chair over on its side.

“Yeah, fuck Nile,” Levi egged her on. He took a seat at the head of the table and started sipping from one of the water glasses.

“Is this his spot?”

Levi shrugged but Hange was already pouring out a glass of wine all over the white seat, staining it a deep crimson. Levi hid his delight behind another sip.

“And did you catch what he said at the end? ‘Some of us have wives to get home to’”, she imitated in a mocking tone as she casually pushed a platter of dumplings off the table. “Yeah, run home, Nile. Run home to Erwin’s SLOPPY SECONDS!”

Levi blew water out of his nose, and before he could react, Hange reached under the short side of the table and flipped it over, sending its contents hurtling across the room. Hange was elated at the result, laughing almost maniacally.

“Idiot,” Levi hissed, grabbing Hange’s wrist and leading her out the side door. He heard footsteps, and so he instinctively dove into nearby shrubbery, taking Hange down with him.

They hid in the bushes for minutes, Levi pressing his hand to suppress Hange’s uncontrollable laughter. It had been so long since she’d laughed like this. It was infectious and Levi might have actually laughed himself, were it not for the fear of getting caught. He had no problem telling the MPs where to shove it, but he didn’t want Hange to get in trouble. Her whole body was convulsing, and it was rattling the leaves around her. Levi used all his body weight to stop her jerky movements.

After about another minute of total silence, Hange tapped Levi’s arm, signalling to let go. He was hesitant, but he obliged. Hange drew a couple deep breaths, fanning herself, trying to calm down from laughing so hard. Levi was transfixed by the way the moonlight danced on her tear-stained face. They stared at each other for a moment before Hange snickered once more, causing Levi to cover her mouth yet again. “You’re impossible,” he said, pushing her head back down.

Once the coast was clear, they ran back to their carriage, hand in hand. Partly because Levi wanted Hange to keep up, and partly because it felt nice to hold her hand. They ducked their heads until they were off of the main roads. A few minutes later, Hange started giggling again.

“What?” Levi asked.

Hange bit her lip playfully as she reached into her coat and pulled out a bottle of expensive wine she must have swiped from the banquet.

Levi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help his smile. She looked like a child that just got away with stealing more dessert. She looked joyful for the first time in a long time. She yanked out the cork and took a swig before offering the bottle to Levi. He graciously accepted and tasted the wine for himself. It was too sweet for his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was spectacular.

“That’s nice,” he commented.

“Pfft! It tastes the same as the cheap stuff!” Hange scoffed as she took the bottle back. Any other time, Levi would have teased her and started an argument, but not today. He wanted to cherish this moment. He leaned over to look at the stars through his window. Not a bad ending to an otherwise terrible day.

After Shiganshina, he and Hange had lost so much. Their comrades, friends; life as they knew it had completely changed and they barely had a moment’s breather to come to grips with it all. Levi was unfortunately accustomed to it, but Hange wasn’t. Hange had been so strong through all of this and Levi wanted to find the right words to tell her. Maybe it was the exhaustion they both felt; maybe it was the close proximity, but for some reason, somehow, Levi felt a tiny bit of courage surge through his veins.

“Hey, Hange, I-”

When he turned to look at her, she was fast asleep, neck crooked as she cradled the bottle of wine. Levi smiled at her. She looked peaceful, like she was getting quality sleep. He took the bottle from her arms and gently maneuvered her to a more comfortable, lying down position. He removed his jacket and draped it over her, as a make-shift blanket.

“Goodnight, Four-Eyes,” he mumbled to himself and returned to his seat. Hange slept the whole way home. When they finally arrived in the southern barracks, Levi couldn’t bring himself to wake her up. He quickly ran their luggage up to their rooms, and came back for Hange.

Being as gentle as he could, he scooped up the commander and ignored the curious look he got from the carriage driver. She was taller than him, and her long limbs made the trek a little difficult, but he was determined. Her steady breaths tickled the skin of his neck.

He carried her up the winding staircase and into her quarters. He lowered her on the bed, careful not to go too fast. He cradled her head for a split second longer than he needed too. He took off her long boots one at a time, placing them silently on the floor at the end of the bed. He undid the top two buttons of her jacket and shirt, just for comfort. Then he pulled the blanket up to her chin, and tucked around the sides.

Finally, he removed her glasses and eyepatch, caressing the tender skin underneath. Placing them on her night stand, he got up to leave. The door hinge creaked as he opened it, and Hange stirred.

“Mmm Levi?” She called out.

Levi wasn’t sure if she was actually awake, or if she was sleep-talking. He was still deciding whether he should answer when she continued, “Thank you, Levi. For everything.”

“You too, Hange,” he spoke just above a whisper, as he closed her door.

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up | kth (4)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.2k

warnings: tittie sucking, fingering (dubcon bc jungkook is an ass), misogyny/sexism, public sex (locker room), creampie, unprotected sex, slight slut shaming, body image issues (please remember that there is no ideal body type and every body is beautiful)

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“Hey y/n” You were startled at his use of your name as opposed to his endearing princess. He was dressed nicely in a black hoodie with his glasses on, but his expression was tense.

“Tae” You acknowledge him as you got into the passenger seat. You really really liked his car now. “Listen, you don’t have to be sorry about anything”

“No, I really do though. I could have just shut up and let you and Jimin have your happy ending” He huffed, “We both know it’ll ultimately work out that way anyway, I just added drama and I’m sorry”

You wondered exactly when Taehyung got so mature, or if he had always been this way and you just never noticed.

“Anyways…I hope its okay, but I invited Hobi and Jungkook to lunch with us” Your face dropped slightly, and he noticed. You hated that he was being awkward. You wanted to feel all the amazing things you had the other day all over again. Taehyung was a drug. You had a hit and now you wanted more.

“Tae…” You whispered, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your chest. His jaw clenched as he made contact with your heaving breast. “Please” You made pleading eyes at him allowing him to squeeze your tit slowly.

“Hood of the car. Now” He exhaled sternly. You did ask requested, finding yourself in a similar position, back over the headlights, legs wide open, licking your lips in anticipation.

“Sit up” He ordered as he pulled you towards him so that he was standing in between your legs. He pulled down your shirt color until he had access to your clothed breast, moving your bra cup aside and allowing his mouth to trail kisses from your neck—“Mmm you smell good”—to your collar—finally kissing your nipple.

He looked up at you with lust shot eyes as he flicked his tongue across before enveloping it into his mouth. He sucked like a baby, moaning into you, the vibrations from his deep voice stimulating you even more. It was a sigh to behold, as he gripped your hips to hold you against him and sucked you.

You cried out, breathing heavily with the way his tongue was splashing around in circles causing waves of heat to come over you. You liked the ways his lips felt around your nipple, and the way his tongue drew circles around it-you took note. So I’m into this. Huh. You were very aware of how damp your underwear was getting, as yoou ran hyour hands through his hair, clenching as you tilted your head back and moaned.

“You’re fucking delicious princess” He remarked, breaking away finally to admire how he had made you swollen. He ran his thumb over his work, giving one last pinch, making you squirm before he fixed your clothing, “But…we’ll have time for this later. Let’s get going” His eyes had a playful glimmer as he winked at you, riled up and unsatisfied.

Fucking tease.

You arrived at a small urban cafe in the more happening part of town. Hobi and Jungkook were already at a table outside, with tall mimosas in front of them. Jungkook had on flashy sunglasses but lowered them as he saw you approaching, giving you a flirty look and smirking slightly as he watched you walk. Taehyung pulled a chair out for you and you took a seat by Jungkook after giving Hobi a quick back hug.

“Cute outfit y/n. I love the baggy look” Hobi commented. Your face reddened, realizing it was probably really obvious you were wearing Jimin’s clothes.

“She looks hot as fuck.” Jungkook thirsted, shamelessly glancing at your breasts were faintly imprinting against the fabric. He downed the last of his drink.

As you guys shared a meal, you enjoyed conversing openly with Hobi and Jungkook about their sex lives. You appreciated how open and candid they were as you continued to attempt to understand your own desires more.

“Y/n how does it feel to be part of that crowd now” Hobi asked. You tilted your head in confusion. “You know...now that you’re the sexiest girl in town I bet everyone’s been making moves.”

“Yeah I’ve definitely been getting a lot more attention from guys. Shows how fucking shallow half of them are”

“You girls are all hoes though so it doesn’t really matter. Why else would you try so hard to look sexy, yanno? Like I could be hooking up with the same girl and no one else but I still wouldn’t date her because she’s probably gonna dip for the next best dick she can get.” Jungkook added. Taehyung rolled his eyes and kicked him under the table “Hey, I’m just being honest. Why else would you go through a glow up phase? We all did it at some point, we were like yeah I wanna get laid so I better bulk up”

“No Jungkook that’s what you did” Hobi chuckled. “Hot girls aren’t all hoes, and hot guys aren’t just hot so they can get laid. I don’t agree with that. But I do think that everyone needs to fuck around a bit before they settle into a serious relationship or anything. I think it’s healthy when people go around for a bit and then finally are like, yeah okay I’ve seen what’s out there so I can say for certain what I want” Hobi commented, changing the topic. He delved into some details of a recent relationship of his but unfortunately his words did not register with you as you suddenly felt a hand slipping under the waistline of your sweats.

You knew it had to be Jungkook, Taehyung would never touch you without asking. You mouth formed an O as his hand traced along your aroused folds, still wet from Taehyung’s quick tit suck earlier. You gulped, straining to keep your mouth shut as Hobi continued on. You glanced at Taehyung who was observing you very carefully, clearly aware of what was likely going on.

Jungkook slid a finger into your cunt and it sucked it in welcomingly. You bit your lip as he slowly retracted it, allowing you to hear the faint squelching of your tender muscle. 

He repeated his motions, causing you to move forward until you were barely hanging on the edge of the chair. You gripped the table tightly, knuckles whitening with the pressure. You wouldn’t dare look at Jungkook, knowing that seeing his face would probably send you over the edge.

He pumped his fingers in and out and you couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of dread and enjoyment. Yes you were horny, Taehyung had ensured that, so being fingered felt great. But a ball turned in your stomach at the unwanted intrusion from your friend. Were these guys really like this to all the “attractive” girls they hang out with? Do they just constantly flirt and grope them? Ugh.

Taehyung pursed his lips tightly before he finally snapped. “Fucking Christ, just go ahead and fuck right here why don’t you” He folded his arms over his chest, shooting both of you a disappointed glare.

Jungkook slowly pulled his finger out of you and put it straight into his mouth,  and you finally made eye contact with him as he licked your arousal off of himself. 

“Y/n we’re leaving. God Jungkook did you even get consent you prick?” Taehyung spat at him. You got up and Jungkook slapped your ass playfully.

“She’s one of the hot girls now, might as well treat her like one. Text me babe” He sent an air kiss your way and you shuddered slightly. Taehyung gently took your wrist and led you away.

It was later that evening. Your heart was pounding, and a slight sense of dizziness overcame you as you sped the treadmill up even faster. Taehyung had agreed to accompany you to the gym and you had been sprinting as fast as you could for almost half an hour trying to blow off steam from the events that had happened at lunch. 

Jungkook’s words stuck with you, and in a fucked up way you felt like he was trying to prove a point. You felt the air in your lungs escape as your chest tightened. You were overdoing it. You knew that, but you wanted to feel numb. Wanted to feel the bliss of the aftermath of a super intense workout.

Your mind wandered to the biggest issue on your plate. Jimin. You wanted more than anything to go to him. To tell him what happened and get his advice. But you messed that up, and now you were no longer sure if it was worth messing it up. You had never been so conflicted in your life. Your bones screamed at you that your pace was getting too much, pain shooting up to your knees as you pounded your feet with every step. 

Talk about running away from your problems.

“Y/n!” Taehyung came over from where he had been doing weights and turned off the treadmill, bringing you to a rapid halt. You panted, sweat soaking you head to toe. Taehyung grabbed your arm to help you stay standing as you began to sway side to side with lightheadedness. You could see black spots paint your vision. He wrapped his arm around you and helped you walk into the locker room where luckily there was no one.

“I don’t wanna feel it Tae…I don’t wanna feel anything. This is all too much. I am so fucking confused. I miss Jimin, and what Jungkook did today I…” You held back a sob, “He’s right. This is what I want isn’t it? So why do I hate it so much. All you guys do whatever you want to these girls you usually get with and sexualize them so much and I’m just not used to it but that’s what I wanted right?”

Taehyung sighed, stroking your back, “Look princess…Jungkook and I aren’t the greatest people. After getting to college, you know how it is, we kinda all became fuckboys. The people we hang out with literally breathe to get off. Everyone fucks everyone else. And I’m no saint at all. I fuck around even more than Jungkook does, albeit I’m a bit more respectful about it, but it’s all the same game to us. I understand that this is all new for you but…I just want you to know that for me, I’m not treating you any differently because of this weight loss thing. I promise. They way I fuck you, the way I treat you…I would have done it just the same a year ago.”

“You say that but”

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you for years okay. I knew you before all of this fucking hook-up culture. I wanted you because I liked you. I still like you, even though we rarely see each other anymore. Not just because of your body. It happened now because you initiated it. I don’t know how else to get it through your head. And by God, what the fuck were you just doing? Were you trying to make yourself pass out? Why would you run that fast?”

“I just needed to relieve some stress okay”

“Then let me help you” His voice was husky and low. Time slowed down as Taehyung carefully leaned closer to you. He trailed his fingers down your sides and around the waist of your shorts, tugging the fabric ever so subtly. He remained still, breathing heavily with a heartbeat drowning out everything. “You can say no. Any time. Even if you realize later that you don’t want to do this anymore you can stop me. I won’t ever get mad and I won’t ever judge you” His voice was quivering before he grabbed your waist and pressed himself up close to you. “Do you want this princess? Can I take care of you?”

You nodded your head as Taehyung leaned down and kissed you while gently pushing you back against the lockers. He quickly pulled off your tanktop, not minding the sweat as he inhaled sharply. He lifted you so you could wrap your legs around him and began to slowly rock his body against yours.

He moaned into you mouth as he felt the impact of your bodies colliding. He spread your legs out wider and began to grind against you faster. You held back screams as he grabbed your breasts. Taehyung licked his lips and kissed you harshly, biting down your lips before mumbling “You’re so fucking hot princess”

“Taehyung” You finally moaned, giving him all the motivation he needed to grind faster. He slipped his hands under your sports bra and began to caress you. You cursed in pleasure.

Suddenly the two of you heard footsteps coming into the locker room. Taehyung allowed you to slide down as he quickly backed away. He took your hand and led you to a far corner of the room before sitting on the locker room bench and pulling your body down on his lap. You looked at him with concern, but Taehyung ignored it completely.

“Tae...you make me feel so fucking good”

“Yeah?” He grinned

“Aren’t we going to get caught?”

“I don’t care” He quickly tugged down your shorts as well as his own revealing his thick cock, with precum budding furiously at the tip, aching to be released. He helped you lower yourself onto him before he gripped your hips and began bouncing you up and down his length.

“Scream my name” He demanded, whispering darkly into your ear “you’re doing so good”

You whimpered, “Taehyung” you cried out as you felt yourself peaking, “Taehyung oh my god don’t stop,” You begged. He was shaking you so violently that you finally were pushed over the edge. 

You screamed his name louder than you meant to, feeling Taehyung smile against your neck. He let you get up off of him while he fixed his shorts. He was still aroused, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted you to feel good.

“Is everything okay we heard screaming?” One of the gym staff members walked in just as you had managed to get decent.

“Yes sir, everything is fine! She just saw a spider, poor thing” Taehyung pulled you back into him so you could feel his still hard cock against your asscheek  as the staff member nodded and left.

You waited until the footsteps seemed more far off. You turned around and couldn’t suppress your big smile as you made eye contact with Taehyung, who also grinned widely. He grabbed your waist and began to undress you again quickly.

“Hey that’s not fair. I wanna see your shirt off too” You pouted. Taehyung smirked, obeying you and pulling it off effortlessly. You traced the muscles on his chest that formed a perfect 11.

“Like what you see?”

“Jimin has a six pack soooo” You teased as you tugged on his waistline, helping him slide off his shorts again. Your eyes scanned him as he became naked and you licked your lips, “Yeah…” You met his eyes and giggled, “I like what I see”

“Yeah you better” He teased before attacking you with kisses again.

Taehyung slid back inside of your tight pussy while maintaining eye contact with you. He began sucking your neck playfully. He watched you carefully as he began to move in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace as he saw your positive reaction. Taehyung nuzzled his face into your breasts. 

“You’ve been waiting for this all day haven’t you” You teased.

“Yeah and what if I have” His voice was raspy, full of lust. The sound send chills down your spine and turned you on more. Taehyung could tell. “Oh you like that huh?” He continued to talk in that voice, grinning as he trailed kisses back up to your mouth.

Taehyung shifted you so your back was on the bench. He spread your legs and entered you slowly. You tilted your head back and just took it all in. After some pumping Taehyung lowered himself closer to your body and looked at you deeply.

“You close?” You asked him sincerely. Taehyung nodded, moaning slightly into your shoulder. You were unsure what to do to help him at that point, your orgasm earlier leaving you too spent for another one. So you decided to just tease him. “What was it that they say in pornos...oh right. You’re doing so good baby” You felt Taehyung’s hips buckle at your words, “Will you please cum for me? God you’re sooooo hot mmm, just like that” You played your most seductive voice and Taehyung knew you were messing around but it still turned him on. 

He kissed you chastely, hands grabbing your ass tightly as he came. He cursed under his breath & eventually fell into your lap in exhaustion.

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A/N: im tired man idk

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[fruitcoops]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something kinda angsty but with a pretty ending with the cubs, I’m trynna project getting stood up and turning it into something nice and good, even if it’s just in my head. No pressure but I just wanna smile for a bit and your work always makes me do so :)))

Hello lovely! I’m so sorry that you were stood up--that feels awful and whoever did it missed out on a wonderful person. I’ve combined this with some other asks in the same vein (y’all wanted my boys to hurt) so I hope you don’t mind. Sending love and hugs your way! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove​ <3

1. Bad mental health day for Finn + pushing himself too hard + passing out (ft. Bee anon!)

2. O’Knutzy boiling over with a fluffy ending

3. Insecure Leo

TW for internalized guilt, vaguely implied self-harm (pushing himself too hard at practice), and relationship arguments

Finn had a few bad habits. He left dirty dishes in the sink, could never remember which setting the laundry was supposed to go on, and barely wiped his shoes on the doormat before entering the house. He wasn’t proud of his flaws, but he acknowledged that everyone had some—as long as they didn’t hurt anybody, it wasn’t the end of the world.

This one…this one was different. Even Finn knew that.

He gritted his teeth for the next set of squats, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the climbing nausea in his gut. The chart only said to do three reps, but he had been beating himself up for slacking a set earlier in the week and decided to do five to make up for it.

That, it seemed, was a poor decision.

His thighs were shaking when he finally put the weight down and he leaned on the wall to stabilize himself. “Fish? You okay?” Logan asked from the yoga mat to his right, staring up at him in concern.

“I’m fine,” Finn lied. “Just straightened up too fast.”

“D’accord.” He could feel Logan’s eyes on his back as he left the gym and headed toward the showers.

Finn’s worst habit was taking care of himself, and it wasn’t something that could be explained away as “oh, silly Harzy” like the washing machine. He made a mental note to take some ibuprofen before driving home so he would be marginally less sore in the morning, but he had the sinking feeling it would be a rough practice the next day.

Remus and Talker were playing some sort of volleyball with an old balloon between their stalls when he entered; he missed getting nailed in the head by a narrow margin and waved off their apologies with a forced smile.

A hand closed around his bicep as he passed, snapping him back to reality as Leo’s bright eyes came into focus. “Hey, lovey, is Lo with you?”

“He’s finishing up.”

A small furrow appeared between Leo’s brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” Finn faked a yawn and stretched his arm over Leo’s shoulder, dragging him down for a kiss on the cheek. “Cap’s workout just kicked my ass today.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes playfully as he passed. “You’re not a rookie anymore, O’Hara.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Logan entered the locker room a few minutes later; Finn closed his eyes and breathed in the thick steam of the shower until the fog in his head cleared a bit and he couldn’t feel the skin on his shoulders. It billowed off him as he dressed again and tossed the keys to Leo, who raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“You. There’s a little bit of slush left, and you still need to learn how to drive in it.” And I feel like I’m going to pass out at any minute. He swallowed down the last thought and pasted a teasing grin on his face—what Leo and Logan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It was his own fault for being lazy in the past.

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What Leo and Logan didn’t know apparently did hurt them. In hindsight, Finn should have seen that coming before he passed out in the middle of a scrimmage.

The lights of the coach’s office made his headache even worse. “Care to explain?” Arthur asked in a voice like frost. To his left, Sirius was glowering.

“I already told Hestia—”

“Yeah, I know what you told Hestia,” Arthur interrupted. “I want to hear it directly from you.”

Finn sighed through his nose and picked at a stray thread on his jersey. “I…I pushed myself a little too hard at yesterday’s practice and didn’t say anything when I started feeling bad.”

“Why.” Sirius’ eyes were hard as flint.

“Because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass! I can handle some aching muscles, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a—”

Arthur put his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “That’s enough, Black. O’Hara, I want you to look me in the eyes.” Finn raised his head. “This was a dumbass mistake and all of us expected better from you. Your safety and health come before any workout routine, and it is your responsibility to speak up before you scare the shit out of us by dropping like a rock.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“Apology accepted. I also want you to call Heather when you get home and schedule an appointment with her.” Some of Arthur’s frustration melted into genuine concern and guilt crawled up Finn’s throat. “Doing that to yourself isn’t healthy, Finn. You’re a good man, smart, and I know you know better.”

“Can we talk for a second?” Sirius asked quietly, glancing at Arthur. He nodded and left the room.

“I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck, Finn?” Sirius ran a hand down his face, suddenly pale. “What the fuck was that?”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, no, I got that part.”

“I slacked off a set on Monday.”

“Wow, nobody’s ever done that before,” he said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair by the wall as Finn resumed messing with his hem. “You scared the hell out of all of us.”

“I know.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m upset that you thought you had to do that at all.”

Tears prickled the backs of Finn’s eyes. “I know.”

“I’m sure as hell not your coach or your dad, but I’m going to say this as your friend, okay?” Sirius leaned over into Finn’s field of view. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you. This team wouldn’t be the same without you. I wouldn’t be the same without you. We need you to take care of yourself, Harzy.”

Finn nodded silently and Sirius gave his hand a quick squeeze, which he returned. “Does everyone know?”

“I told them you were under the weather, nothing more.”

“Classic media answer.” He tried and failed to crack a smile. “Thanks for not telling on me.”

“That’s not my job. My job is herding cats on ice skates for five hours a day.”

Finn’s smile was real that time and he managed a light laugh as he swiped away the dampness on his cheeks. “Love you, man.”

“Love you, too.” Sirius helped him stand up and hugged him tight for a second before letting go. “Speaking as someone who used to do the exact same thing, talking to Heather makes a world of difference.”

“I’ll give her a call.”

The cold feeling returned to Finn’s gut when they stepped out of the office; Leo and Logan were waiting by the opposite wall, looking angrier than Finn had ever seen. Sirius patted his shoulder once before walking off down the hallway toward the locker room, where he would no doubt deflect even more questions.

“Hey,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. Logan continued to stare at the ground.

“You lied to us,” Leo said bluntly. “Several times. Both of us asked if you were alright and you told us you were fine.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology, but I don’t understand.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Finn, this isn’t how we deal with things. We agreed to be a team.”

Finn bit his lip. I fucked this one up. “We did. I am so sorry for scaring you—”

“We’re not mad that you scared us,” Logan snapped, still looking anywhere but his face. “We’re upset that you refuse to take care of yourself and then lied to us about it.”

Leo nudged Logan’s shoulder before turning back. “Why did you do that, Finn?”

“I didn’t want to fall behind. I was just trying to make up for the set I skipped on Monday.”

“What? Twenty squats and some pushups? That’s not worth your health, honey.” The pet name soothed the terror clutching Finn’s heart and he took a deep breath. They still loved him. This wasn’t the end.

“It was a stupid thing to do and it won’t happen again.”

“Good. Let’s go home.” Logan grabbed his duffel bag off the ground and started walking toward the door; Leo looked like he was going to say something, but Finn gently took his elbow.

“He’s going to need a minute,” he said under his breath. Logan was a hothead about many things, but lying was in the top three. Finn knew he hurt him deep.

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and pressed his lips together as they followed Logan into the parking lot. “Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

Finn shook his head. “No. This was all on me.”

“It’s just that I know I’m younger than both of you and I’m new to the hockey lifestyle, but I never want you to think you can’t trust me—”

“Leo.” Finn stopped walking and tugged on Leo’s hand, turning him around. Worry was painted all over his face and it sliced to Finn’s core. “I trust you and Logan with everything, but I got into my head about this and I wasn’t thinking about how it would hurt you. Please believe that.”

Leo sighed. “I do. I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I, to be honest.” Logan was already sitting in the car with his headphones on as they crossed the lot. “It’s going to take him a while to talk to me, isn’t it?”

“He was really upset.”

“We’ll figure this out.” He tightened his grip on Leo’s hand. “We’ve made it through worse.”

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The apartment crackled with tension until Finn literally had to stick his head out the open window to get a breath of fresh air. Waves of frustration and hurt rolled off Logan, though he still refused to look Finn in the eyes.

After dinner, Leo slid into the armchair before Logan could get there, leaving only the couch available. They carefully sat on opposite sides—Finn stole glances at Logan out of the corner of his eye for the entire first half of the movie. Ninety minutes of action later, he felt something chilly poking at his calf.

Logan kept his gaze trained on the TV as he scooted his freezing toes under Finn’s legs. Relief flooded Finn’s veins; he felt a little like crying, but instead schooled his expression into a small smile and rested his hand on Logan’s ankle, where it stayed until the movie ended.

Leo had fallen asleep by that time, splayed out sideways on the cushion with his face smushed against the armrest. “Il est mignon,” Logan said softly. There was a beat of silence and he looked over at Finn. “He’s cute.”

“He is.” Finn cleared his throat and met his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Lo. I never meant to hurt you, but I did, and I’m sorry.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Finn had a few bad habits, but backing out on his promises would never be one of them.

[geminidentitycrisis]

Fatgum x F!reader "What a Hero SHOULD do"

Whew.

You guys.

I've been gone a long while, life has been a rollercoaster, but I don't really wanna get into all that noise. Just happy to be in a good place right now.

That said, this was painful to write because I had planned the ending very differently...

I'm not officially in the bnha/mha fandom but, I just got into it recently and wanted to show some love to my favorite Pro!

Hope you guys like it!

I haven't written anything in a while, so please go easy on me...

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(WARNING! Mild angst)

"Hey, Fat...can I ask you something kinda personal...?"

Fatgum glanced down at his young intern with an eyebrow raised, tilting his head in curiosity. "Huh? Oh, sure. What's on yer mind?" he gave an encouraging grin to put Kirishima at ease. The red head craned his neck to look up at his boss, his own mouth twisted into a small frown.

"Have you asked _______ on a date yet...?"

He stumbled a bit but keeps walking, caught off guard by the question, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Woah, where did that come from?!" he asked in return with a nervous chuckle. "Well..." Kirishima continued "You guys seem really close. The way you look at her when you see her-"

"Hahaha!" the burst of anxious laughter interrupted and Red Riot looked up at Fatgum again in confusion. "You're reading too deep into it, man! We're just friends! Heh..." Toyomitsu tried to act casually, but it wasn't working at all.

Kirishima pouted a bit, deciding to push a little harder.

"...but, I think she has feelings for you, too-" the blonde stopped walking and stared down at him, his blush growing darker and spreading across the bridge of his nose, cutting him off again. "Okay, let's change the topic, huh? Maybe we should go somewhere else for lunch..."

Eyes widening a bit, Red Riot raised both hands defensively and shook his head. "No, no! I'm sorry...I won't mention it again..." his expression became one of defeat and disappointment, shoulders slumping as he continued to walk, staring down at the sidewalk.

With an inward wince, Toyomitsu followed close behind, his own gaze dropping to the ground as well. Silence passed between the Pro and his sidekick for several minutes before Fatgum spoke up again.

"Honestly, she deserves better..." he mumbled.

This was a surprise to Kiri, his mentor was always inspirationally self-confident, it was disheartening to hear such a comment from the man he so deeply admired. He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself when he remembered that he had already promised to drop the subject.

He felt bad for bringing it up now.

_______ was a sweet lady, she was funny and friendly, vivacious and beautiful, generous, tough and a fantastic cook. All Kirishima wanted was to see them both happy together. When they spotted each other through the window of the diner, their eyes lit up, a smile instantly formed on their lips, they would practically start glowing.

She always ran to jump into his arms, hugging around his neck, never failing to say how she missed him. He caught her every time, hiding his face in her hair as he hugged her back and would say he had missed her too, but especially her cooking!

If that isn't true love, Kiri thought, then what is...?

They finally made it to the diner and stopped outside. Fatgum looked through the window, and when he didn't see ______ anywhere, glanced at Red Riot again with a frown. "Listen, can I count on you to keep that little conversation between us? I don't want ______ to know how I feel..."

"You're not sick, are you??" a soft voice piped up from beside Toyomitsu.

It made both of them jump, startled. Fatgum whipped his head around to see ______ standing there, instead of her pretty smile, her face was flooded with worry at the thought of her Hero being ill or injured.

The Pro forced a crooked grin as the blush returned to his cheeks. "N-no, no, I'm fine! How's it goin'...?" he stuttered weakly.

She was clearly not convinced, the concern in her bright (e/c) eyes only deepened. "C'mon...all this time we've known each other, you think I can't tell when something's bothering you...?" he started to panic a bit but Red Riot swooped in to save the day like the rising star he was.

"Aw, he just had a big breakfast, that's all...he doesn't wanna hurt your feelings if he can't finish lunch." Kirishima answered casually with a lightly teasing undertone, arms crossing over his chest. She looked from him up at Fatgum who responded to her questioning expression with a sheepish grin and shrug.

At this, her smile bloomed in place, eyes twinkling mischievously as she playfully elbowed his broad, squishy belly. "Oh, c'mon! When have you ever left here without takeout, even after filling up?! As if it matters..." she giggled, hopping up into his arms as always, chin resting on his shoulder as she nuzzled against him sweetly.

"I'm just happy you're okay...I missed you!"

Bending at the waist with his arms extended, the blonde caught her effortlessly when she hopped up for the hug, sighing and closing his eyes as he rises to his full height, squeezing the small girl gently.

"Ahh, I'm fine, I'm fine...I missed you too..."

Kirishima gave a soft smile as he watched the exchange, dropping himself into the patio chair where he always sat when they came to the diner.

When he set her down, ________ smiled from him to his sidekick. "Your food should be done soon. It's a new recipe! I hope you guys like it!" then she waved over her shoulder as she walked back inside. Exhaling softly, Fatgum turned to sit as well. He glanced over at Red Riot, blushing a bit, only for it to get worse when he notices the toothy grin he's being flashed.

"...Oh, knock it off..." the pro grumbles, arms crossing and lowering his eyes to the tabletop.

"I didn't SAY anything...~!" Kirishima taunted childishly, arms folding behind his head as he leans back and closes his own eyes. "You didn't have to, punk." Tai shot back in typical big-bro style, reaching out across the table to muss the teens perfectly sculpted hair. "Aw, quit! It takes 40 minutes to set every morning!"

Fatgum chuckled, eyes rolling.

After some minutes passed, _______ returned with another server, both carrying trays of food which they placed on the table in front of the two heroes. "Wow! It looks so good!" they said simultaneously, earning a laugh from her.

"Well, I hope you like the taste even more. It's a cheeseburger-tater-tot-casserole. Dig in!" wasting no time, Kirishima and Toyomitsu start chowing down, both groaning happily around mouthfuls of the meal and nodding in approval. "Mmm...!" _______ laughed again, giving a thumbs up.

"Glad to hear it! I'll be right back with your drinks."

She left again but came back quickly with two pitchers and a cup, putting them between their plates. "Yer an angel, _____." Fatgum said with a grin, taking one of the pitchers and starting to drink from it. Red Riot snickered quietly before sipping his own drink.

"Oh, I just remembered! Check this out!" she said cheerfully, reaching behind her neck and starting to untie her apron. Upon glancing at her and noticing this, Fatgums eyes grew wide and a dark blush pooled in his cheeks, choking slightly on the ice water. "...?!"

Kiri froze, his eyes getting big as well and blushing slightly.

She dropped the top, revealing...

A tank top. With a picture of a sombrero. It said "If you don't like TACOS, I'm NACHO type"

Red Riot started laughing, covering his eyes with a hand as he tipped back his head. "Cute, right?!" she asked enthusiastically, looking from one to the other. Smiling weakly, Fatgum gave a slow nod. "It's great...really clever..." he wondered if steam would rise off him if he poured the rest of the water down his neck.

"Yeah, I knew I had to have it when I saw it. Anyway," she started to fix her apron again. "I'll let you guys finish eating. Let me know if you need boxes and your takeout oughtta be done before you get done with those. Enjoy!" with that, she walked off.

The blonde watched over his shoulder as she left before sliding his plate out of the way, folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them.

Grinning, Kiri nudged his foot under the table. "DON'T. SAY. A WORD." this reply only got him to laugh again, head shaking as he resumed eating. "Whatever you say, boss..." the red head hummed.

Between them, they were able to clear their dishes, waiting by the front door for the takeout, both content and full of tasty food. "Alright, guys. Here ya go! I'm glad you liked lunch, lemme know when you wanna try it again." Tai smiled down at her when she came out, taking the bags gratefully. "Yeah, definitely. Will do!"

______ hugged Kirishima tightly, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead, surprising him and making him blush faintly since she hadn't done it before. "Be safe, young man, you hear me?" she demanded. He answered with a broad smile and a nod. "Gotcha!"

"Ooh, do I get one of those?" Fatgum asked half jokingly, blushing too. Some color rose up on her cheeks as well, giving him a warm smile as she reached up for the BMI hero.

He put down the food to pick her up again for another hug, chuckling softly when she pressed a tender kiss against his cheek. "Aw, that was sweet!" Kirishima called up to them, earning a swift kick to the ass. "Ow! Hey!" the red head complained, rubbing the spot.

He set her down carefully with a deep sigh. She didn't let go of his arms and he looked at her in confusion. "Please be careful out there, Taishiro...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you..." he grinned, placing a hand on her head. "I will. I'll be back before ya know it!"

She pressed herself into his tummy, coming nowhere close to being able to wrap her arms around him but she gives him her best hug anyway. The pro didn't have to look at his intern to know he was smirking smugly. He hugged her back before stepping away to grab his bags again. "Well...see ya, _____."

He waved, smiling, then turned so they could head back out. They only took a few steps before Fatgum stopped and glanced back at her over his shoulder.

She was still there, offering another small smile and wave of goodbye.

"C'mon, man! Just go for it! You TOTALLY got this!" Kiri urged desperately. But he was still hesitant. It wasn't an issue of his own self-confidence, but his career. He was so busy that he would hardly have time for you, and the way Toyomitsu saw it, you deserved to be waited on hand-and-foot.

He dreamed about being with you, which meant his worst nightmare would be a villain or criminal using you as leverage against him. It was best to leave things the way they are. It's what he SHOULD do.

A real Hero isn't so selfish as to put their own desires ahead of the safety of those they cherish, he reminded himself. With a heavy heart, he forced a smile to hide the pain and waved back before looking down at the ground and sighing, eyes closing slowly.

"...I just...can't...

[jostepherjoestar]

An Educational Favour: V

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Melone x reader x Risotto, interc0urse, v0yeurism?, sex toys, footjob, lingerie, double stuffed creampuff (lord i can’t type the real thing for some reason), sensual vibes, risotto yearns, reader yearns, melone gets treated, dynamic changes! and honestly nothing that extreme for dear melon man

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART V: 💜Melone💜

“What about this one?” Like a quality inspector the lithe form a little ways further examined the soft lace between his slender fingers. Pads carefully assessing any sign of future discomfort before holding it up, presenting it to you and all the other nosy patrons that had quietly started whispering to each other. As you noticed the audience that had gathered, their curious side glances still not sure who exactly that strange purple haired man was shopping for, you felt a blush caress your cheeks. “I don’t really like that colour Melone. A bit too cold maybe.” You hurried to his side while offering your hushed answer, letting go of the cute set you had been admiring an isle away. The stares and muttering were starting to annoy you, Melone seeming completely unaware of them as his brows knitted together in thought, placing the thong back on the steel rack. Either he hadn’t a clue to his surroundings or he simply didn’t care. The thought of strangers always treating him this way saddened you, shortly after followed by anger. Yes, he was a special guy with even more unusual tastes but he was just as deserving of respect as any other, those nosy shoppers were here for the exact same reason as the both of you. “What about this…for you?” 

That kind smile offering a comfort, an apology, for the onlookers and their rudeness. The man wasn’t oblivious, he knew- but accepted your generous smile anyways. He’d always liked the contrast you offered, a soul so gentle, so curious, a little puppy who packed quite the large bite, considering how successful you proved to be at your shared occupation. He took the strappy teddy bodysuit adorned with lace decorations from your gentle hold, giving it his usual assessment before a mischievous smile curled his lips. “Di molto! How’d you know I liked purple?” He nudged his elbow playfully into your side while picking out his size and laying it in the shared basket. 

It had been his idea to go shopping together to get some nice pieces you’d all enjoy, Risotto will just have to wait and see what the two of you had picked out. “Come on Melone! We have to get to the salon on time!” Pulling the distracted shopper along, hooked in his elbow while he held onto the paper shopping bags filled with light pink fabric hiding the goodies from the public. Peeling him away from his laser focus on another frilly robe. So delicate; the thought of seeing Melone’s trained but slender figure in that nicely fitting bodice already letting loose a few excited tingles near your thighs as you hurried to your next stop. 

For once Risotto didn’t even need to explain your next guest’s preferences. On a particularly quiet evening your tentative colleague slid into your room, knocking while he’d opened the door, defeating its very purpose. “So about our little adventure! Let’s chat.” His excitement so obvious as he made himself comfortable at the foot of your bed, crossing his legs and playing with the comforter that you’d been resting under, already half asleep when he entered. And before you knew, it had been an hour already, wide awake as he walked you through his array of likes. Some seemed more appealing than others but the man was fair and didn’t mean to make you do anything you weren’t fully comfortable with. Deciding that if you were to explore his fascination with feet and hands, it would only do you both good to go and get mani-pedis together. The rest of his plans would come to fruition on the day itself. 

All shiny and clean, your hands having never felt softer or smelling this lovely, like you’d been marinating in a vat of vanilla syrup for a couple of days. It had been such a nice outing, quite the change of pace from the otherwise mundane free time you’d have. 

“One more thing, sweetheart.” His closeness making every hair on your body raise up to the heavens, his lips kissing the shell of your ear as he handed over a small bag alongside the others. Clinging to every syllable of that smooth voice, anticipating the next while heat built in your core. “We’ll have some fun with these before our lovely meeting tomorrow. We’ll switch remotes.” You didn’t even need to know the content of the little baggy, that curious mind of yours having seen enough lewd toys to know the one’s he’d gotten to play with. You hadn’t the power to reply, the way he exuded an aura of arousal letting only a breathy hum escape you. Oh this was going to be quite the educational endeavour. 

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The thick golden liquid dripped from its dipper, landing in satisfying folds as the high pitched shrieks from the steaming kettle settled down when you turned off the heat. A nice hot cup of tea with a tad too much honey always hit the spot on a chilly day like this, bundled up in a cozy cardigan and feeling a little too aware of the foreign object currently residing inside you. It hadn’t started its buzzing, the anticipation of any movement had already liquified your determination to keep up appearances while moving about the kitchen. 

Risotto had been working hard all week, drowning in stacks of documents, phone calls or secret emails that kept him away from the very work his superiors kept dropping on him. That being the exact reason you’d also poured him a cup of the comforting drink, scuttling over to his office to hand it off. But as you stood there, two cups in hand, not a free one to open the door with, you called for you capo. Your soft voice like a siren call to the overworked man, and unbeknownst to you just yet, a very audible confirmation to Melone. A low buzzing startled you. So it began. A sly smirk quirking up the corner of your lips. “You won’t get me that easily, asshole.” You whispered to yourself, treating the tall looming figure that had come to open the door. “Here. Take a break for a minute.” Albeit reluctant, Risotto accepted the hot mug, his long strides only needing two or three steps to place him back behind his desk again. You took up the invitation that he hadn’t even extended, sitting yourself down on the chair reserved for his guests. Well now you were one. But the low buzzing tickling your insides, offering little to no stimulation still made you straighten your back. The sensation only letting you rest at the very edge of the seat. 

Knowing how much your superior appreciated silence, you opted not to engage in any useless smalltalk. Leaning back in his chair, letting his tremendous legs stretch, he breathed out a short groan. You offered a small smile as comfort, reminding yourself that the purple haired gentleman had oh so lovingly handed you a small remote as well. The silicone nub of buttons thudded gently as you placed it on the large oaken desk, making Risotto avert his gaze, landing it on the bright pink object. He quirked an eyebrow while intently staring back at you, searching for an answer. “Do you mind if I help you out a bit, Ris? Just to get a load off.” A devious little grin at the play of words, pressing a single button to activate the small device that resided in your colleague a few rooms away. “Sure. Start with that pile over there, consigliere Topollino wants those sorted.” You still weren’t sure if Risotto had caught on to what was happening, unsure of his knowledge in assorted sex toys. Fortunately for you, your commencing of mutual buzzing only egged on the other side, sending an intenser vibration through you as it gained. power. A small gasp left your lips, quickly clearing your throat and sipping from the warm drink in front of you to mask the new sensation. 

The tickling had little effect before but now the pace had quickened. You wondered if you capo even heard the soft hum of the toy, getting increasingly wetter, clenching around the form inside you. As best as you could, you started sorting the stack, gripping some documents a little too harshly as you felt your building pleasure earn footing. To retort the growing feeling, you pressed your remote twice, upping the speed and intensity, a wicked sense of satisfaction overtaking you at the thought of Melone wriggling in his seat. And as if he’d been planning it, the purple haired man struck again. “Shit.” That small huff out offering no sense of release as the hum continued. 

You were getting closer and closer, not even concentrated on the papers anymore as you gripped the armrests of the chair instead. Risotto peeled his dark eyes away from his screen, ceasing his tapping on the loud keyboard. “Are you feeling alright? You look a bit red.” Behind his minimal concern was a twinge of amusement, his trained ears had already picked up on the buzzing and that flashy coloured remote only solidified the answer to his own questions. You and Melone were in the middle of a heated teasing battle. The sight of your flushed cheeks, that earnest glimmer in your eyes he’s been so taken with, ever familiar. You were pretty bad at hiding it too, those short pants and wriggling in your seat, nails drug into the chair. Were you even trying to be discreet? As the thoughts ran through his head, not even caring that your only answer was a quick hum, he felt his cock harden slowly, enjoying the invisible battle. 

You couldn’t handle it any longer, breaths getting heavier by the second as you fumbled with the remote, pressing down again to increase power. If he was making you come undone in front of your capo, for the fifth time, you’d gladly return the favour. He was alone in his room but you were sure the thought alone had made him cream his pants. “Try and keep those documents in order. You’ll have to start all over again otherwise.” A hint of a smug grin dented his cheek as he kept his eyes on you, sipping his tea with great ease, enjoying the view of his struggling little minx. “F-fuck! I’ll try.” You stuttered as the tension kept building, inching closer to your peak by the second. Just as you gave the sorting another go, you toppled over the edge, mewling as the stimulation didn’t relent, crinkling the papers in your fist as you pinched your eyes shut. Risotto’s smirk only grew wider, taking in how you squirmed through your orgasm wondering if you’d pushed Melone far enough as well. 

Try as you did, nothing changed, the humming still going strong inside as your walls clenched around the toy. “He’s not stopping.” You grunted, growing agitated at the overstimulation, standing up from your seat with the strength of a newborn calf. That deep breath out offering a semblance of confidence as you moved to the door, that handle being close to ripped out of its socket as you held on for dear life, another wave of pleasure making itself known. The burn of overstimulation not as strong as your resolve to choke out the man who kept up his teasing. You wondered if he was writhing just as much as you as you made you way into the hall. Your swear you heard a small chuckle come from your capo’s office. 

Just as you reached Melone’s door, Ghiaccio stepped into the hall, offering a quick nod as his cheeks flushed red like yours. Something that kept happening whenever you met him alone since your meeting with him. Concern graced his usually grumpy features as he saw you pant and cling to Melone’s door. “What’s happening? Are you hurt?” The softness of his voice coaxing your second orgasm as he tightly gripped your shoulders between his hands. Those familiar moans ringing through him while you lost balance at the sensation. “I’m sorry Ghia. Shit, I have to go!” You trembled, practically falling into Melone’s room, quickly shutting the door behind you. The curly haired man was left to himself, a bit perplexed before huffing loudly when he realised what had been going on, those beautiful noises you made were all too familiar. As quickly as you left him, his hardness grew, hastily bringing the man back into his room, the thing he set out to do already forgotten while he furiously started his own stimulation. 

“Turn it off Melone!” You huffed, scrambling to his bed where he lay. Splayed out like a Greek marble statute, like Dionysus indulging in earthly pleasures, moving his hand over his shaft with a wide grin, not a semblance of strain gracing his façade. A Cheshire Cat grin mocking you for crumbling so easily. “Had enough, darling?” Emphasising his pet name for you, groaning theatrically while his eyes pierced yours. He seemed so unfazed, basking in the stimulation but so trained to not let on. With a swift click he stopped your toy, offering you relief from the buzzing, your body remembering the sensation, leaning against his desk chair and keeping your eyes on his length. It was slender and long, just like him. Not an imperfection in sight as it faintly leaned left. 

His strokes got more powerful, moaning only growing louder, so melodic as you recovered, sweetly egging him on with that sharp stare. Melone’s eyes fluttered as he bucked into his fist, white spurts of his come painting his toned abs. As he basked in his orgasm, you regained your senses, remembering you hadn’t brought the remote with you . “Shit let me get the remote!” You scrambled back to your feet, legs still feeling like jelly as you returned to Risotto’s office where he sat, that same smug grin never having left his lips as he continued his work, length straining at his trousers. 

As quick as you could, you shut off the toy. That little sigh leaving Melone not sounding like relief but slight annoyance that you’d stopped. “I would have kept going, but alas. We’ll continue this later.” That cheeky wink making you smile, already curious to that slender member inside of you, not before putting that pedicure to good use though.  

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Melone hummed softly, admiring his own form in the floor length mirror that resides near your closet. His slender digits moving over the softness of the lace decorations, the comfort of the fabric so delicate against his supple skin. Behind him, resting on the edge of the bed was you, carefully rolling up stockings to your thighs, fastening them with the garter clips. Besides the thin see-through nylon and the detailed fabric resting on your hips supporting the hosiery, your body remained nude. The sensation of having lazily pulled up the fabric, caressing your legs in the meantime, had already earned a few excited flutters from your core. 

As you fastened the robe you’d picked out yesterday, Melone’s favourite choice so far, you stood up to nudge the lithe man out of his personal haze. “Ready?” You hummed as you snaked an arm around his waist, admiring his reflection with a soft stare. He felt so appreciated in that moment, admired, desired even. A feeling he rarely gets to experience as his advances are normally cut short. “Mhm, ready.” His tone so gentle, offering a quick smile before intertwining his lanky fingers with your, leading the way to his own room where Risotto awaited his colleagues. 

The confidence you’d built up never faltering as your capo’s intense gaze raked over every inch of your thinly covered figure. Like he was seeing it for the first time again, enjoying every little detail of the flouncy robe loosely cradling your breasts. How could someone look so lovely, so endearingly gorgeous? And why did all strength leave him because of it? He felt helpless against your eager charm, having to aptly remind himself of the position he was in. Tutor, albeit with the occasional hands on approach. 

“D’you like it?” Your questioned aired while Melone went to lay himself down on his bed like he had earlier this afternoon, that toned form so intoxicating, moving with care. He was making sure to flaunt his every muscle and curve before resting on his side, leaning his grinning face on his palm. “Yes.” The short answer enough of a confirmation from Risotto, neither of you had disappointed him with the choice of garments. Somehow hanging around that purple haired fellow made you even more alluring, the air feeling thick with anticipation as you strode over to the bed. Both stares trained on you when you tossed the robe, revealing that lovely body of yours to the cool air and the two men. Even though both of them had already seen you naked, they still gawked, a hushed “di molto!” falling from Melone’s wetted lips, his tongue moving over them. 

“Today-“ you paused, sighing dramatically while taking place at the end of Melone’s wide bed, opening your legs as you leaned back on your elbows, pussy displayed to the man that moved his form so he had the best view of your already glistening folds. “We’re going to be indulging. A lot. Right Melone?” You grinned, every word emphasised, that purr stolen from Melone’s tactics as you turned your head back to your capo. His expression not faltering but the straining of his length already gaining against his trousers. Melone hummed in response, completely taken in by the alluring vision before him, many thoughts already racing through his lewd mind. Those childbearing hips, that eager form so inviting and nearly dragging him in as his cock hardened under his pretty bodice. “First, we’re going to put that pedicure to good use, aren’t we? Risotto, would you be so kind as to throw me that bottle of lotion? We’re a bit preoccupied at the moment.” As much as your tone implied condescension, your capo complied, throwing the little bottle to your side, moving a nylon covered foot gently over Melone’s hardening length. A satisfied mewl already escaping him while you leisurely moved the pad of your foot against it. 

It was all quite new for you but after doing much scientific research on the lithe man’s handy laptop you felt confident to emulate the theoretical knowledge you’d picked up. The unusual but sensual tone you’d been using of your own inclination, knowing just how much it excited you when Melone purred into your ear before. 

Before teasing him any longer with the soft drags of your toes over his shaft you sat up and moved between his legs while his hungry gaze followed your every move. The way your breasts just so plumply invited him, making him yearn to suck them raw as you writhed under him. His little fantasy was cut short, your soft hands covered in the cold lotion inching the fabric covering his aching cock to the side and revealing his slender length. It was just as beautiful up close.

Your lathered fingers moved with care, pumping only its head as he bucked his hips ever so slightly, earning him a soft tap to his hip from your other hand, ordering him to behave. That confidence never for a second wavered as you worked the sensitive tip, cooing at the recipient. The condescending act so new but if felt so fitting already. “Do you want me to rub my pretty feet on your cock, huh? Work them all over as you whine?” You teased, never averting your eyes from his. That devilish grin enjoying every minute of your little act, waiting to make you beg for more later on. “Oh you little flirt. Of course I’d like that.” He graciously accepted the offer, not bothered by your tone in the slightest, it only egged him on. His patience was a trained one, a self-taught skill. 

You resumed you previous position again, placing a single foot behind his shaft to support it and moving the other with its pad flat against the length, pumping him gently. It felt a bit clumsier than your hands but those strong calves of yours could handle the pressure of the continued motions. 

Quickening your pace every time Melone moaned in pleasure, making sure to move over that sensitive head with your toes every once in awhile. As the man got closer and closer, not a single bead of sweat presented itself. But the twitching of his cock between your feet betrayed his nearing peak. You heard Risotto adjust in his seat. A fast glance to the side confirmed your suspicion, the man was in need of friction, anything to stimulate that aching cock. “Tut tut. Not yet Risotto. You’ll get your chance.” You mocked as he stopped his hands, resting them back on his thighs as his member stood proud, no longer restrained. His eyes squinted in frustration. 

The sight only made you giggle as you focussed on making Melone come. Picking up the pace yet again, movements intensifying as his moans and pants filled the air. “Come for me Melone!” You ordered, grinning so devilishly it could sway Beelzebub himself. Without much more stimulation his hips bucked up, the same fluttering eyes as before fighting to keep open as his stare remained. The spurts of come covered his delicate bodice, staining the fabric as he shuddered, the orgasm having brought on more pleasure than expected. “Di molto amore!” He groaned as you removed your feet, the nylons having been soiled as well. 

“Good boy!” You commended softly. Those words pleased a deeper sense in him, not knowing just what to think of all this but oh so happy to participate. Things like this rarely happened to him, never really. His lack of dirty talk chalked up to a deeper wonderment, a disbelief that someone hadn’t found his charms off-putting but endearing instead. 

Senses already aptly regained, shoving away any insecure thoughts Melone snapped into action, moving over your resting figure in a brisk motion, pinning you under him as his lips clashed with yours. It felt so needy, letting on more than he’d like to admit to wanting you. Desperate but still deliberate he moved, a skilful tongue toying with yours, moaning into you so melodically. His vocalness was so endearing, the whole night already having you soaked. His curious digits moved over your figure, grazing the skin of your waist, lightly hovering over your nipples and playing with your breasts. “Fuck. Let me fill you up already.” The impatience in his voice surprising since he’d always seemed so patient until now. His kiss accompanying his faltering composure. 

“Now it’s time for you Risotto. Come over here and lay down for us.” Melone purred, making room for the large figure that strode over to do as he was told. While he positioned himself in the middle, Melone and you undressed, letting the soiled lingerie drop to the floor and admiring each other for a moment, so intoxicated with each others allure. Those carved lines on the lithe mans body like a guide, showing off all its best assets. “You won’t be needing those.” He gestured towards Risotto’s figure, ushering your capo to undress as well. 

God he looked so stunning, just like always. His rippling muscles moving so beautifully as he slid off his trousers and shirt. Like two hungry hyenas assessing their next meal you stared at the man splayed out in front of you, the two of you flanking his thighs on each side. Both resting a gentle hand on his thick quads. 

To Risotto’s surprise you took place over his hips, straddling him under your form. Your sensitive folds enjoying his aching shaft positioned perfectly between them, wetness already slicking it thoroughly. Your capo’s dark eyes widened and his brain short circuited at the unexpected move, confused as to what was happening. As much as he was perplexed- finally feeling your touch on him- that long awaited moment nearly made him come right then and there. But he remained strong and kept his composure. To make things even harder on him you broke the distance, you breasts now resting on his midriff and that cute face near his own chiseled mounds. It took all the strength he possessed, that had already been worn thin, not to move under you. Just the slightest adjustment and he could so easily enter your wanton core. Eyes so full of mischief stared up at his dark ones that tried their best to remain focussed on you. You weren’t making it easy for him. 

“Oh don’t worry capo, I’ll be doing the work today. You just rest up.” You didn’t even need to face the man behind to know he shot Risotto a cheeky wink. Writhing your figure over him, searching for that stimulation your clit desperately needed, Melone grabbed your hips to still them, having relented all power to him now. “Shhh bella, we’ll get to moving in a second.” The mattress dented further as his body moved closer, Risotto’s legs spread wide to accommodate the other man. 

Melone could barely contain himself, gently lining himself up behind you while an inquisitive finger entered your dripping core. It drove him wild to now he’d already made you so excited, knowing that the entire combination of your stoic capo that showed his iron restraint and his nimble form so hungry for yours crumbled you to an eager mess. Barely containing his need to fill you to the brim with seed while soft mewls escaped your lips. He returned his finger, licking it clean with fervour. “Di molto! You’re so delicious bella!” That buttery smooth voice leading his wanton cock to your hole, carefully slipping it in without any restraint. 

That groan so loud, hurrying himself inside fully, those warm walls accepting him with want. And as he commenced his pace, you slid over Risotto’s straining member with ease. Not only were you getting the stimulation you needed, so was the man under you, eyes still trained on yours while his senses needed to get used to your wonderfully soft skin grinding on his. 

It was almost methodical, the way Melone moved his hips, a greatly experimented tactic finally being put to use. And oh was it working, it seemed like his cock reached all the right places, every thrust- as gentle as they were, hit the most wonderful spots that made your head swim. Moaning and groaning with abandon Melone and you fully indulging and letting go of any inhibitions. But the man beneath remained quiet, too enamoured with his cock finally so close to your sopping cunt. 

His brows had started furrowing, maybe that chest moved a bit heavier than before, betraying just how badly he needed to let go. “Come on Risotto, let go for me. Please?” Soft pants against his chest, sucking little marks on his skin to coax him out from under that shell. When your hands found themselves wondering across his jawline, caressing them with such admiration he felt his chest tighten. Just how badly had you wrapped him around your finger? 

The sensual thrusting continued, adept fingers kneading at your plush hips while feeling the rush of your orgasm finally arrive, letting it ripple through you with abandon. Gripping Risotto’s throat with your fingers, digging into the skin as you clenched around Melone’s cock, making him hiss and stutter while trying to hold himself back for just a bit longer. Along with your whimpers and Melone’s moans, your other colleague finally took up your lesson, groaning softly, so sweetly it almost turned into a whining moan. “Thank you Ris.” You huffed your praise, offering more kisses and suckles at his chiseled chest, fingers loosening around his thick neck all the while your orgasm subsided.

Melone’s hips bucked, that familiar flutter arriving as well, coming undone inside your sensitive core with those same short spurts as before, moaning all the while. It felt so warm within your walls, the coldness so contrasting when he pulled out. That deeper desire to have filled you with his come finally satiated after so long. 

“Lets treat our patient capo, eh darling. He’s been so good for us.” He grinned deviously as he helped you off of Risotto who ached for his own orgasm. “Come inside of her.” He ordered, voice sterner than you had ever heard it. As you leaned back into the lithe man’s lap, letting him hold you tenderly while playing with your breasts, Risotto regained his senses just enough to move over you. His figure so huge, looming over you and pumping his shaft while his other arm held him up. That steel gaze having softened, letting go as you asked, revealing a needy tenderness that made your heart swell. 

“Fuck!” His deep voice gritted, his blushing tip leaning against your entrance while he unloaded inside. He was sure that the moment he’d let himself slip in, his resolve would falter. That last bit of strength holding him back, reminding that there would only be one more after this. One more until you’d be his alone. 

“Thank you boys.” You whispered, rubbing their arms tentatively, assuring them it’s was ok to rest now. Although the figure you’d been leaning against didn’t even seem that worn. Still feeling a bit peckish, Melone gently laid you down, moving easily between your legs after Risotto moved away. 

“One last thing.” That smooth voice sounding so endearing. Before you could even register that dark haze behind his eyes, he dipped down and eagerly started suckling every last bit of their combined come out from your core. The sensation so absolutely lewd it made you quiver while he continued over your sensitive bud. Tongue moving like his cock had, with utmost precision, like he knew every little spot that made you melt into him. Like a man starved, finally let loose on a depraved buffet.  

Risotto took Melone’s previous spot, letting you rest your back on his thighs, caressing your hair almost lovingly while the other urged another orgasm out of you. For the first time, it almost felt romantic. Three lovers so drunk on each others essence. Trembling as the waves calmed and the moaning stopped.

As Melone wiped his mouth with his fingers, licking up any juices he’d find, he plopped next to you with a deep sigh, this time one of relief and satisfaction. Tonight felt so different, the intimacy thicker and more genuine than before, teaching you just how important the entire atmosphere can be. It hadn’t slipped your mind how comfortable Risotto seemed with Melone there, letting him lightly touch his thighs, admiring his lithe figure in the outfit. 

Basking in the pleasant aura seemed right, regaining thoughts and senses, letting the comfortable silence speak for itself; this would not be a one time thing.