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prettyoatmeal · 2 years ago

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There's a First Time for Everything (König x Reader)

Hello again. This is a sort of part 2 for my last post, however it isn't needed to understand this one. That one was fluff, this one is a smut... whose horse is that 🤭? Reader is GN again (implied Hungarian, cursing) but they have AFAB anatomy, sorry to anyone who that doesn't apply to. I'm also sorry that this is super drawn out and super long, I just thought it would be cute.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Smut!!! Sexual content and innuendos. You both top each other for a little while, tummy bulge, creampie, slight mommy and breeding kink towards the end, mentions of becoming pregnant, praise, size difference, mention of the babygirl-ification of König, and his first time doing the devil's tango. Reader has a few insecurities with their body but it's not in depth..

SUMMARY: You and König have your first time together, König's first time ever. He gets a little.. carried away. He calls you mommy.

Word Count: 2700

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

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Over the course of establishing a formal relationship with König, you'd find yourself often craving him more and more. Of course you two haven't ever gone all the way yet during those intimate make-out sessions between you two, you both were too nervous for that still. Throughout these make-out sessions, you'd come to identify a lot of the things which could turn König on. He loves it when you take control. Sure he could very easily force you to submit due to his sheer size, but he could never do such a thing, he couldn't bring himself to. He's too afraid to hurt you. Calling him your good boy and 'baby girl' will also get him going. You once called him baby girl as a joke. That was until he asked you to say it again and it was no longer a joke. Now you two are hoping that no one has overheard you calling the 6'10 army man who has killed hundreds of people 'baby girl' or you know you're never going to hear the end of it. He'd mentioned to you that he hadn't ever had sex with someone before, but that didn't matter to you. You still loved him. However, even so, you've begun to imagine him inside you, or if it were his fingers touching you while you while you'd be going down on yourself more often. His bulge is very prominent even if he wasn't turned on so it would most definitely crowd your mind during your personal time. Usually you'd listen to some audio porn and use your imagination to get yourself off, but this time it was different. It felt different. Thinking about him drove you nuts, your libido becoming higher with each time you'd get yourself off, and your orgasms becoming more satisfying than they were before.

You wouldn't bring it up as you didn't mind waiting. You were too nervous to go all the way anyway, you both were. Especially if he were to feel even just a little disappointed with you how look under all your clothes. Not curvy enough or too thick in the stomach area. You'd always had a bad relationship with your looks, body dysmorphia more common on some days than the rest. But that still didn't stop you from fantasising each night about how it would feel as he slides in and out of you with deep, sloppy thrusts, soft moans and whimpers leaving his mouth, your bodies moving together as one.

However, your fantasies would soon become a reality after one night you two were spending the night together once you two had gotten back from a mission. Spending the night over at his so you two could be together without a worry in the world, it had gotten a little frisky. It had gone from soft kisses on the couch while watching whatever show was showing on the tele, to you on top of him, practically sucking his face off as you barely paid any attention to whatever nonsense the TV was airing. You'd pull away from him, his dark eyes full of both love and lust which was awfully obvious without even looking at his face if It were uncovered. At this point it would be nice to mention that both of you were still clothed in your uniforms as you were too eager and unwilling to waste time in something so minor when you could be on top of him instead.

And that was currently happening. You were on top of him, his hands on either of your thighs as he tries to not grip too hard on them. They fit perfectly in his large hands, even if your thighs were on the thicker side. Which was a little scary and really put into perspective how big this man really was. If his hands were that big.. then that would mean-

"I've missed this... Mous." He'd say through his soft panting. You can already feel how hard he is as you sit nicely on his lap.

"I've missed this as well, Bear." You'd reply as you slowly began to move your hips back and forth, earning a small whimper from the man under you as his large hands moved upward to your fleshy hips and grabbing onto them to help you grind onto him.

"Please, Mous.. (Y/N)..." He'd breathe out in a shaky manner as he looked up at you with his beautiful blue eyes, the table lamp in the room providing just the right amount of light so it reflects and makes his iris' sparkle. Lips curling into a smile, you place another small kiss onto his uncovered lips, taking your thumb and wiping away your spit from them after you've pulled away.

"Please what, hmm?" You'd asked, "what are you asking for, baby girl?"

That statement alone, you calling him your 'baby girl', would've made his knees give in if he weren't laying down. Lucky for you two, you were still on the couch, and probably will be staying there until you're done. It definitely wasn't something he would've believed he'd enjoy being called. If he told himself back when he first joined the military that he'd end up being called 'baby girl' by his partner and loving it, he would not believe himself. He swallowed as his nerves kicked in, readying himself for what's about to happen.

"More,, please." König replied as his grip on your soft hips tightened, pressing you down onto him more along with a small whine he had let out in the midst of the action. Your clothes began to get more and more in the way with every movement of your hips, barely stimulated either of you. You two couldn't help it anymore, and so the trousers came off. And by god, was he massive. It put you into a shock. It also really put into perspective at how small you are compared to him. You always knew this, it was no surprise he was bigger than you. But now looking at the even more prominent bulge in his boxers really puts it into perspective that he's massive in more ways than one. You knew it would hurt.

König noticed your eyes staring and looked away in full embarrassment. This was his first time, he'd still been a virgin prior to this. He wasn't at all interested in relationships before you came along, so he had no reason to call up and pay a girl just so they could fuck. He'd watched porn before, but porn doesn't depict real life. He wasn't sure what to do, what to say, how to move his hands, anything. All he knows is that the guys stay quiet, and the girls start screaming the moment they get any sort of stimulation. But you weren't like that. You were real, you're not an actor, you weren't getting paid for this. You were doing this because you love him and want to feel him. And in all honesty, that just made him want to fuck you even more.

Your moans become more audible as your clothed genitalia keep grinding together, in long, sloppy moves, only those infinitely thin knickers separating you two from each other.

"Please, please, please, please, please!" He'd beg and beg, "please, (Y/N). Just do... something, anything!" he'd continue to beg as his accent got thicker in anticipation and arousal. At this point, you could count on it that your own wetness would be enough 'lube' for the session. You've already soaked through your underwear and if they weren't already awfully dirty, your trousers would require a deep cleaning as well. Your hunger for König grew. You knew what had to be done.

You two ditched the rest of the uniforms quickly. Your face grew a redder colour as you uncovered your torso, hoping that König wouldn't dislike how your body looked. You weren't exactly the most body confident person either, however, you swore you could see his pupils transform into hearts as they gazed upon the sheer beauty you.

"Can I touch you?" He asked as you'd reply with a nod. His hands begun to roam upward, massaging your waist, moving up to your chest and bra, then to your shoulders as he played with the straps. Soon it was his turn. You stared at him in awe as he even removed his hood for you. You had always loved seeing his face, even if it was a rarer occurrence now that you keep getting called in for missions. You two took in the sight of each other’s bodies, König's hands still wandering as your finger tips traced each little (or big) scar on his chest, lip, arms. It was a lot to take in at once.

With weak bounces, you 'd continued to raise and lower yourself on König's cock, it barely fitting inside you as is. Your eyes rolled back at every bounce as König slowly lost his mind. Feeling your walls wrap tightly around his length drove him crazy, audible, girlish moans escaping his mouth as you tried to keep your cool and keep yourself together. Fucking hell was he huge, filling you up nicely with a small bulge visible on your lower abdomen, indicating how huge it was. It took a while to get used to, though after the pain had fully subsided, you two were already hot and sweaty and moaning into each other’s mouths. His hips bucked upwards with every bounce, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. His eyes were fixed on looking deep into yours, unable to bring himself to look away apart from a few times where he'd squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds from the sheer pleasure he'd been experiencing. He absolutely loved watching your face as you'd ride him.

"That's it," You'd say with every louder moan König would let out, stuttering a few times or so from the pleasure you're also feeling. "Such a good boy for m-me, König. Would you like me to go faster?" His face was completely lost in the pleasure as you let your hips bounce faster, only able to muster up a small nod. A fast paced, wet, squelching noise soon filled the room along with the loud echo of skin slapping together. Your bodies move together as König's hips thrust upward with every time you lower yourself onto his cock, keeping a consistent rhythm as you both got closer and closer to your releases.

"Fuck,, Mous, mgh.. s-so close." He'd mutter out among the nonsensical babbles you couldn't understand. You stared down at his chest and at how quick his breaths had become.

"You f-feel so good inside me, my love. Looking so pretty like this under me." And he did. Your eyes roamed as a smile formed on your face, the same man which had easily killed hundreds of people was underneath you letting out those girlish moans which made your heart beat like crazy. That was when his breath hitched and his eyes finally looked away from the embarrassment as he got flustered, the grip on your waist unintentionally becoming tighter, "so deep, filling me up, creating a small bump in my stomach with your cock,,"

His eyes immediately darted down to where the bulge is as he hadn't noticed it too much before, the pure sight of it almost making him cum inside you instantly as he swallows. You're almost unable to react as after a second, you're no longer on top of him. That fucker flipped you two over. A small, very exciting panic washed over you as you anticipated what'd happen next. Thats when he'd begin to thrust into you like never before, the change of position causing you to let out a heavy moan.

"Oh, Liebling,," He'd moan out as he began to thrust inside you at an almost inhumane speed, chasing your orgasms. Every time he thrust inside you, that ticking time bomb in your stomach got closer and closer to exploding. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for your dear life as the most unholy noises escaped both of your mouths. Feeling that oh so familiar burn in your abdomen, your orgasm creeped closer and closer as your boyfriend thrust into you relentlessly, pounding you into the sofa. His hands dig into your hips to stabilise them.

"Look at you, Liebling, look at how you look under me!" He let out a broken but triumphant chuckle as he fucked you silly. His thrusts are those of an amateur, but he was trying his damn best and he was doing a great job. You're surprised both of you had lasted this long.

"How w-would you feel if I made you into a mommy, huh?" he'd asked, making your head spin like crazy. Bloody hell, it was only this fucker's first time and he'd already busted out the mommy shit. Heat of the moment you'd suppose.

"Muss schwängern.. muss fü- shit, mfphh-" He'd cut himself off, unable to finish his sentence with those moans and curses of his. You could feel how his cock twitched inside you, indicating how close he is. "Ach scheiße,, mommy," he'd manage to mutter out with that thick accent you loved. "Fuck, mommy, please!" Those moans echo in your ears, that burning becoming more intense. He couldn't control what was exiting his mouth anymore.

"Ó, b-baszús,," was the only way you could respond as you could feel yourself flying off to heaven the moment König's hand travels down to massage your swollen clit.

"Ach, m-mommy please, please, please," He'd beg, "I'm so close, please! I need to cum inside you so bad,," his thrusts become sloppier, stickier, wetter as that mixture of your wetness and his pre-cum had seeped onto the skin on your thighs, those slapping noises loud and moist. You had nothing left in you, you couldn't even say anything from how overwhelmed you were from the sheer force of his thrusts, his cock exploring every nook and crevice inside you. It was as if he was about to push through your cervix.

You manage to moan out his name on last time as those words of his push you over the edge.

"Oh, König!" You'd exclaim, the feeling of the orgasm you've been chasing finally washing over you. "Yes,, ahh, fuck~!" You'd manage to choke out before his lips crash onto yours. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as that heavenly, euphoric feeling finally hit you like a truck, your back arching at the continuation of your boyfriends thrusts. König let out a low 'Thats it, good girl,' as you'd reached your high. Your arms grip onto him for your dear life as you've just experienced the most intense orgasm of your life. He makes you ride out your orgasm before his cock twitches again at how your walls had tightened around him. This causes him to thrust into you like a savage animal in heat, breeding you as best he could.

"Oh my- fuckk, Eng, s-so fucking Eng." The way he'd mix his German vocabulary into English made your heart almost skip a beat. Your foreheads press together as choke out small sobs from being so overstimulated post-orgasm. "My love, I'm so close-" Was the last thing he could say before he roughly pulled your hips up into him and burying his cock deep inside you, filling you up with his thick cum, and letting out the most shameless, broken moan he could, his voice cracking mid-moan. The bulge in your stomach showed prominently as he came inside you, his voice shaking.

"Ich Liebe dich,, so much." He'd breathe to you, placing a final soft kiss onto your lips as you two recovered from your orgasms. You were completely out of breath as his thrusting slowly stopped. It took you both a good while to recover, your mind was definitely blank for a while.

"So, I was your first, huh?"

He looked away sheepishly, flustered, feeling a little bad for how roughly he treated you tonight.

"Oh, hush," he'd say out of embarrassment before his soft lips met yours again.

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Sorry, I've come to realise this fic is way too fucking long and probably no one is going to read it. I literally just wrote this for myself yet I couldn't be bothered either. Congratulations if you made it to the end without being tremendously bored and clicking away. You get a gold star, good job, my love ⭐️

Goodnight, everyone.

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ryndicate · 2 years ago

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45 ⨳ Soul Evans

Warnings: fem body, creampie, feeeelings (@cwgyuutaro), mid 20s Soul, canonverse, weapon!reader

Event: 2023 Summer Anthology

Notes: @medusashima if i remember correctly it was you who requested Soul so here's a little courtesy tag and a thank you for participating and choosing such a juicy line for him <3

“This really isn’t subtle, you know,” you mewl, putting your teeth in his shoulder to try and muffle your own sounds, arms tight around his shoulders, clinging to him as he pants into your neck. His hands are hot as he moves you on his dick, your legs secured around his waist,

"Maybe you shouldn't be so loud then." He chuckles at the little oof you give out as he lets your back fall to the sleeping bag, settling firmly over you.

“Then maybe you should hurry up!”

Soul ignores your pointed whine, giving you a small glare as you try to let your legs fall; he readjusts the grip of your legs around his waist so he can lean in closer, pressing your tacky foreheads together. “Nah, I don’t think I’m gonna.”

“Soul,” you whisper, the only voice to your plea as you submit to his tongue as he pries your lips open with his tongue. His fingers tighten on your ass and you feel yourself squeeze tight around him. Soul groans down your throat, the muscles in his thighs jumping as he fights to keep control of his current pace.

Neither of you are strangers to quick, casual hookups; back home that’s the norm. It’s this that’s rare—usually reserved for late night’s with too much beer, or a distraction from a frustrating day—this version of Soul. Right now he’s slow, torturous, intent. Undeterred by the embarrassing sounds of your pelvises slapping together. Sometimes he’s just seated in your hot cunt, accompanied by little grinds as he puts more focus into running his hands over your body, steady, firm, like he’s mapping new territory. Like he’s not had access to every inch of your body for the last several months.

A pitched keen pulls from your throat, blocked by his tongue and dissolving into whimpers as he worships your body. He shushes you softly, pressing his lips to yours gently, across your swollen bottom lip, then the corners, continuing the comforting sound as his lips track down the column of your throat.

“If you’re really so worried about someone hearing, then tone it down,” Soul noses at your jaw, sucking a dark mark there, feeling his pulse kick at the little whine you let out even as you let him do it, “Make it soft. Make it just for me, ‘mkay?”

You tremble at his touch and nod, the warm pads of his fingers as he traces over the mark he just left behind, eyes burning with things the two of you have never spoken about. Things you think you’re beginning to understand, even if a little. Things that frighten you.

“Good.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth as he raises himself up a little and begins to move in the way that you’ve been begging him to since the moment you fell into his tent at the end of the night. Everyone else is a mere couple meters away, with nothing but a few layers of nylon between you. Your words a little more than breaths slipping between your fingers. “Mn- yes, please like that.”

“Haah,” Soul groans against your cheek, gritting his teeth at the starry bliss in your eyes, framed by tear laden lashes. The way you look right now, carefully taken a part—it’s exactly what he wanted but he’s still not had enough of you. He’s starting to think he never will. His cock is throbbing, wrapped snug in your wet heat, and the coiling ball in his gut is winded so tight that it wouldn’t take much to send him reeling to oblivion.

All his restraint vanishes when your nails dig into his back, chanting his name under your breath. “Soul please, please. Can’t take anymore. Need it, need you to—”

“Oh fuck, babe,” Soul groans, a shudder wracking through his body as you gasp. “Fuck, I’m s’close. You’re s’good, you feel s’good. Perfect for me, babe.”

Your heart flutters at little scrunch of his nose, how his words start to blur together as his own urgency rips down every wall that he uses to put himself together, and he’s left bared in front of you. It never fails to exhilirate you.

“I need you to come,” he rasps, a exertion making his voice weak, pretty even. He pets over your clit so sweetly, insistently, steady and even and so, so perfect that you forget everything. There’s just you and him and this heaven shattering feeling rushing through your veins and tipping you into the realm of no return. “I need it, need you t’come for me. Please, please, babe ‘s okay now, let go.” His voice breaks as you start to gush over his cock, slick sounds getting obscene, but it’s lost to the sound of Soul’s voice as he comes apart for you. “For me, babe, need you to– that’s it– awhh fuck yes– Y-yes, yes, yes, yes—”

He shudders against your chest, still humping into you in broken, jerky motions as he unloads hot, sticky white into your twitching cunt. You’re too overcome with your own orgasm and his sweet little groans to truly register that he’s never done that before. You’re so full of him, of his cum, of his half hardness, still valiantly twitching inside you like he never wants to leave.

You trace sticky lines up and down the valley of his shoulder blades for a few moments, the both of you sheltering in this quiet bliss before you have to return to reality.

“I should really go,” you whisper to him softly after a few minutes of increasingly uneasy silence. “We’ve lost enough sleep. Our meisters will be depending on us tomorrow.

“Yeah, alright.” He sighs and lets himself slip out of you, intensely watching the way his seed spills out of you the moment he stops blocking it’s path. “Let me clean you up first.”

You let your head rest back with a small sound of content as he digs in his pack for something to wipe you down with, and roll over when he’s finished, fishing for your discarded clothing.

Soul tugs his pants on, and sits watching you, his forearms resting over his bent knees. “You know I should be apart of the frontal assault team.”

“Lord Death wanted you and Maka to lead the rear reinforcements, he wants the finish to be decisive. There’s no one better for such a task.”

“Yeah, I heard it all in the briefing,” Soul scoffs, wiping his hands on his thighs and standing up and helping you out of his tent.

His malcontent is like a quiet storm, brewing in the distance, never to truly breach the horizon. He doesn’t fight losing battles, and he knows that the chance to change this has long since passed.

“You’ll catch up with us soon,” you assure him with a fragile smile, lacing your fingers with his gently.

“You bet your ass we will,” Soul responds quietly, carmine eyes studying your face like he’ll find something new. Only the tiniest squeeze of his fingers around yours betrays that unshakable facade of his, alerts you that he’s thinking the same thing as you. The words “take care” itch across your tongue, but neither of you dare tell the other. Both of you have known from the beginning, wrapped tight in the mutual understanding that if anything were to go wrong today, you would both do your duty as weapons.

You sigh and let him go, adjusting your haori and then your hair, preparing to slink back to your tent.

“Oi.”

You turn back to him. His voice is back to that indolent drawl, the one that used to have you at each other’s throats back in the day. He’s got his thumb under his headband, adjusting silvery strands in silence until he turns his eyes on you.

“When we get back…I’m done hidin’. I’m don’t want to be that kind of guy anymore.”

“O-oh,” you breathe, startled, a fluttery feeling rising in your chest, battling your fear for the coming battle. “Okay.”

Soul gives you a sharp half-smile, echoing himself. “When, you hear me?”

After a moment you realize what he’s saying and after another second of though you nod, unsure but unable to deny him this little tangle of hope.

“When.”

#soul evans x reader #soul eater x reader #soul x reader #soul evans smut #soul smut #soul eater smut #☆ — summer nights anthology

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writing-makes-me-human · 2 years ago

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🌊Love And Guests: Part 2🌊

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Pairing: Aonung x reader

PART ONE: HERE, PART 3 HERE

Summary: You follow Aonung into the forest against your better judgement and things get pretty steamy quickly, while the tension runs high and your future together becomes a little bit more clear, to him anyhow.

Warnings: Mutual masturbation, mention of genitalia, heavy description of sex. mdni

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hello again! As we all know, characters are aged up to about 19. Thank you so much for all the kind words you’ve all been sending me! My requests are open for AtWoW characters at the moment so feel free to hit me up! I work with and around all requests. Let me know if you want this to become a series or if you want other characters. AND If this NSFW piece is a bit much let me know and I’ll do some different things. xx

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You followed him in a steady pace, not allowing yourself to submit to your wants by running after him but unwilling to amble after him.

You broke ground into the deeper forest around you. You ducked through the trees and let out a small thanks to Eywa that you were finally free from the stress of looking over your shoulder, afraid that you would look back and all of your friends would be staring at you with abhorrent looks.

Even now, as you kept walking, eyes keeping a lookout, you could feel the spell Aonung had put on your biology, tugging at your navel. Here you were, bumbling about in the bush, trying to find him to do Eywa knows what and still all you could feel was excitement.

A twig snapped behind you, and you swiveled, breath caught in your chest as you heard some swearing and then the sound of water splashing.

Intrigued, you pulled back a branch, and your jaw dropped at what you saw.

Aonung was inside the freshwater bathing area, completely naked, hair loose from his man bun, letting the curly locks cascading down his shoulders.

He was still swearing as the cold water hit his body and took no notice of you gawking at him.His face was pulled into a painful expression with tingles of pleasure mixed into it. He was still aroused by the sounds of it and was begging for it to quit. Even in the cold water, he couldn't make himself go slack which was clearly irritating him to no end.

You decided you had your fill of being a creep and stepped out from behind the tree. A soft, affectionate smile returned to you as he looked up, beautiful eyes of swirling pain and dangerous rapture at your return before his face dropped.

He cleared his throat before letting his hands drift down to his nethers to cover himself, the confidence from before had worn off, and he was looking anywhere else but at you.

"Oh no, no, no, you can't be here, I know what I said, but you-you made my body- look, we can't mate yet, I have more training to do, and I am not ready for you", he pulled a particularly pained look as his eyes darted over to you for a second, taking in your body that was standing so tall and so dominantly with nothing around you for modesty.

You found it endearing the way he stuttered every couple of words, he was anxious, but the warrior was also strained as he tried to hold himself back from you.

He knew if he fucked you now he wouldn't be able to last ten seconds, let alone enough time to satisfy you.

"Relax, as cute as you are, I'm not here because I was jumping at the idea of mating with you in the bathing area", you teased, daring yourself to step forward more.

He quickly walked backward, slightly losing his footing on a rock in his mission to get as far away from your body as soon as possible.

You bent down and sat comfortably on the side of the small pond, permitting yourself to let your legs sleuth into the water and kick around a bit

The bathing area consisted of a pond the size of a mauri pod and a waterfall from where the water that trickled down the mountaintops could sustain the freshwater supply. It was a peaceful area, and if it wasn't for the excited boy in front of you, the chances are you would have dived in and had a swim for a minute or three.

"I can leave in a minute, I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I haven't ever seen you like this", you felt genuine concern for him, and while the dampness pressed against your loincloth was gathering in a pool, begging to be rubbed and given any amount of friction, you knew that Aonung's desperation was partly your fault.

He grumbled. Clearly, the honriness had his mind in ruins as he tried to find everyday words to say to you that weren't fueled with his usual sarcasm or shamefully filled with filthy words that downright begged you to come down and sit on his cock that was seeking you out with twitches for you he couldn't control.

"I've just been under a lot of pressure, is all, father has been saying it's time I found my mate, and my body's starting to catch up", he mumbled, feeling the pull at his groin as the normality of the words he was speaking was not exactly what he wanted to be doing with you right now.

You nodded, that stupid grin on your face as you shook. He could see the tease before you said it, and Aonung closed his eyes in preparation to block you out of his mind.

"So you're in a rut? You wanna fuck something?" You were smiling but it wasn't in a teasing way like he expected. It was almost entertainment crossed with interest.

He groaned, stepping back further from you, his back touching the cliff that the pathetic dribble of water fell from. The cool water fell over his shoulders and to the bottom of his waist, which did nothing to help your arousal that was starting to overhaul your mind with requests to latch onto him.

He didn't just want to fuck something. He wanted to fuck you for as long as he could until you were screaming out his name as you did in his fantasies. He wanted to make you drool and collapse like a pile of putty in his hands, but it seemed the roles had been reversed on him, and you were the one that had him in the palm of your hand.

"You think you're so funny", he hissed, his back shuddering a little at the coldness from the water running down his skin, forcing you to look away as his muscles tensed up and created more tension in your heart.

He watched you for a second before he felt a drop of his confidence return. You were just as embarrassed as he was, and while you didn't show it you must have at least been a tiny bit desirous of him.

"But you followed me, which means you're just as bad as I am", he grinned evilly, loving how you rolled your eyes.

He wondered if he could make you do that with his body, except your eyes wouldn't be so quick to find him again on that occasion. He would make sure they were rolled to the back of your head for hours.

"I was worried, I kinda felt bad. You looked like you were about to bend me over in front of everyone ", your hands found a piece of your hair, nervously twirling it in your hands.

He really shouldn't have been talking to you right now because while you were being compassionate and possibly working towards an apology, all he could see was your body.

His eyes locked in on your fingers twirling around your hair, and he found his thoughts drifting from listening to you to thinking about your fingers around him and his hands pulling your head up via your hair while you were still moaning in ecstasy.

"I don't think I can do this", he mumbled, eyes screwed shut as he tried again to will his cock to lay down, for the blood to move but it didn't. His member was standing straight up, and his juvenile craving for you was the cause.

His cock was nearly touching his stomach, and all he had done was smack your ass and have you mumble a few sweet nothing's in his ear. But here he was, already doing everything in his power that he could to stop himself from getting down on his hands and knees to beg you to sit on his face or for any sexual advance he could fuck his hand to later.

Your speech stopped as you started apologizing for deliberately edging him on in public with his friends, who had been not even out of eyesight, staring over at them. You let the words fall off as you could see he was still trying to breathe calmly, his ears were pointed back, and if he looked at you now, it would be a safe bet to place your last hair on your head that his pupils were taking up more space than his whites.

You were silent for a few seconds, trying not to let your lust overtake your actions and force you to jump in and swim over to him. You had to wait. He had asked you to. The desire was so connected to your mind that you hadn't even registered that he had wanted to mate with you, that he wanted to be bonded to you in the act of love for the rest of your lives. All you could think about was the space between your legs and the perfectly shaped piece between Aonung's that would make you see stars.

"Aonung?" Your voice was heavily filled with yearning, and as his eyes cracked open he couldn't do anything but suck in a breath as he saw you. A hard blush on your cheeks with your legs tightly clamped together.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't think, all he wanted was to touch you and have you touch him.You held eye contact, congratulating yourself on your bet as his eyes were, in fact blown out of proportion.

Aonun's hands over his dick didn't seem like enough anymore as he watched your eyes slowly fall from his face, down his front and below the water, following his trail of abs down to his hands. The way you stared was like you had x-ray vision, he could feel your warm gaze, and his cock quivered, making his body spasm unintentionally.

"Relax, okay? You don't have to mate with me, you can just make yourself feel good", you couldn't hold it back anymore. All the pictures of Aonung you had fantasized about kept popping up in your minds eye, and now you had him alone in the woods with nobody around in the middle of the day with your desire for release.

Your hand slowly picked itself up and steadily brushed over your stomach. Your eyes not leaving his own as your fingers slipped under the loin cloth and separated your folds, quickly finding your clit and rubbing it to allow yourself some severe euphoria.

He said your name in warning, but it didn't seem to compute because all your body let you think was, 'He's watching me', and with that, you threw your head back and moaned as quietly as you could, which didn't seem to be as quiet as you had hoped.

His back slid slightly down the cliff, eyes trained on you as all he could ever want to see was laid out before him for the taking. He couldn't and he wouldn't. He wasn't ready to be your mate yet, he had to learn more and become a good provider. He needed to be able to take care of you and he couldn't do that just now.

Your hand twitched, and that made a gasp fall from your lips. Your eyes that had once been looking towards the blue sky were now back down and looking at him. Your eyes were hooded while your mouth was slightly agape, little gasps and mewls being wailed out as you watched him simply observe you ride your hand in front of him.

He knew he shouldn't, but his dick was crying out now, and why should you be the only one to have any of the fun?

His hands dared to go lower, not taking a spare moment to look anywhere else but at your face, which was now holding back a particularly loud moan, your left leg coming up out of the water to give yourself a better angel.

You looked back down at him and smiled as you could see his hand coming too close around the base of his cock, making him breathe out a deep breath.

You smiled, letting your other hand untie your loincloth so he could get a good view of your pussy from his perspective. You threw the cloth to your side and went back to massaging between your legs.

He couldn't stop stroking now that he had started, all he wanted to do was cum so the humiliation could be over, but his cock disobeyed him. He wanted to cum at the same time as you, to fool himself into thinking this could somehow count as fucking you.

He emitted a groan of intense pleasure as his hand came to brush at his tip, and as the heavenly sound hit your ears, it made you gasp a whimper you didn't know you had the ability to make, only causing him to stutter.

"F-Fuck", he didn't swear often but now wasn't the time to show self-restraint about his language. It was either focused on not coming over to rip your hand away and replace it with his tongue or taking stock of what he was letting slip. He knew which he cared about more.

"Aonung", you couldn't help it anymore, he was watching you do something so private, and it was driving you mad.

His eyes roamed your body before they loaded in on your neither region. The slick that had been a small gathering before now leaked onto the ground beneath you and covered your hands in a clear film.

He couldn't stop, he pushed his dick through his hand, thrusting with all his might as he came closer and closer to finishing himself. He whimpered out your name, and your eyes locked in on one another in a silent agreement. You wanted to see the eyes of the other when you came.

As could be expected from his previous showmanship of torment, Aonung came first, pumping himself ragged with increasingly sloppy strokes before he shot his load between his fingers and into the water. His face, when he climaxed, was enough to send you over the edge, and you yelled his name so loud that your friends probably heard you from where they sat.

You collapsed on the ground beneath you, allowing your legs to sink into the water while your chest heaved.

You heard Aonung's breaths in front of you, and for a second, they synched with your own. You were both trying to calm down, but the heat between your legs was still burning brightly.It felt better, of course, but what would have felt even more impressive was any of his limbs inside of you, teasing at your clit with that stupid grin on his face saying he had won before you even began.

You sat up, jumping in surprise when you saw Aonung had silently made his way through the water and was now standing as close as you had been before he ran off. His eyes were hooded in lust like yours, and his lips were damp as he stared down at your middle. His face was even with your center. All it would take was one more step and a tilt of his head to drink from your legs. He agonized over that fact for several seconds.

You both kept trying to slow down and stop for breath, but with his body so close to your privates, you could feel the dangers of giving in and touching each other looming nearer and nearer.

"You know if you do that we can't go back, we won't stop", you managed to mutter, the words registered for Aonung, and he nodded, still not taking his eyes off your shining mound."I know" was all he said as he leaned closer, trying to inspect closer as your walls clenched around nothing, calling on him to connect his body to yours.

Your hand came down on his head, bringing him back to reality. He looked up at your pleased face and colorful checks, begging his body not to start its escapades all over again.

"I have to go, I'm sorry I can't be of more help", you gently cooeed, leaning down as you pushed a kiss on the top of his head while he nodded, pulling himself back.

"I'm gonna fuck you one day, and you're gonna be doing more than moaning my name", his words surprised you again, but you smiled, allowing an exhausted chuckle to escape your throat which tingled his brain.

"I'll hold you to it, I know you could do it", he smiled at your words before he leaped out of the water. His large hands came to land beside yours as he pulled himself up, his face on par with yours.

His lower half was still in the water, but his body was so close you could feel his lower abdomen rise and fall against your knee with every breath he took.

You blushed, going to pull back from the proximity, but before you could, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, proud of how you stuttered to find any words that fit the scenario.

"Run along, pretty girl, before you can’t resist mating with me", his arrogance had returned with vengence now that he didn't have his dick to worry about, and it only made you sigh with a hum.

"Just remember who saved who here", you prodded his chest, making him mock a painful expression so you would smile.

"If I remember correctly, I saved myself, you were over here doing nothing", he bragged with a proud smirk on his face, happy with himself as you raised your brow.

"Really? I didn't do anything", his breath caught in his throat as your hand that prodded him returned to his skin.

He tilted his head and watched as you dared to go lower, gently letting your fingertips travel to his v- line before you abruptly pulled away and shoved him down in the water, causing a splash that wet your feet as you laughed at his frustrated face.

"You'll have to find me later, make sure to say your full name, so I remember you, I do this a lot, you know", you teased down to him, eliciting a hiss from him which made you laugh triumphantly.

"You know that's not the truth, pretty girl, now use your manners your mother taught you and apologize to your future chief", the hiss had turned to a grin which made you nervous. What had he done?

"Why would I do that?" you asked, voice full of curiosity as he sunk his body further into the water.

"Or I keep these and build up a nice reputation for you so that I make sure you aren't doing this with anybody else", it was his chance to conquer the war as he held up your loincloth above his head, waving it around like it was a flag.

"Give those back, you moron!" You anxiously yelled as the picture of him shoving off the cloth to his friends materialized in your mind, even if you knew he wouldn't do that and would most likely just keep the pants for his own sick use.

"No! I like them, it matches my hair", he called, swimming away from you as he tried to keep them above water so they didn't get any wetter than they already were.

"Ah, I see someone was excited to come to see me", his infallible teasing had begun before you even left, and it made you want to strangle him.

"Two can play at your game!" You called out, twisting your body around on your heel. You quickly located his loincloth on the ground and held it up, which made him freeze.

"What do you think your mother would say if I went and returned this to her?" You called out, and his eyes dropped down to slits.

"You wouldn't", he scoffed, calling your bluff. He knew you were terrified of his mother.

"Oh, Ronal!" You called out in a singsong voice, not going very far as you still had your bare legs open to the elements.

"Alright, alright, fine!" He quickly stood up, exiting the water with his hands raised in surrender, one hand still gripped onto your brown loincloth.

You nodded happily, eyes avoiding looking down, and quickly snatched your pants from him, throwing his cloth to the ground as you pulled yours over your legs and retied it to your hip.

"I did that for your benefit, by the way, she would have interrogated you for weeks if you told her about us", he pulled his cloth over himself, covering as much as he could as not to flash you.

"Us?" You asked tenderly, eyes finding their way into his as he grinned.

"Well, of course, don't think I'd let you go after that little show, you're mine now", he didn't notice the way your face sparked up as he threw an arm over your shoulder, carefully steering you back to the training range and away from the pool.

"Now, how about I teach my girl how to spear-throw?" He quickly adapted to your new relationship, but you only elbowed his side.

"I have to go, lover boy, and you need to go explain to your friends why you left them high and dry", he grinned devilishly at that bit, but your stern glare told him to keep his mouth shut about the actual happenings between you two.

"Whatever you say, ma love", this time, he did notice your face flare up and called it out, but you shoved him off and took off, a hand pressed against the smile that was overtaking you.

He was going to be the death of you.

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messenger [tsukishima kei]

synopsis: you and yamaguchi are best friends with tsukishima. nearly everyday girls come up to the two of you to ask about the blonde and you both have had just enough. little do you know that yamaguchi has a plan of his own to get the chatting to stop...

notes: based off the sole fact that it's canon that girls only go up to yamaguchi to ask him about tsukki, which obviously means he's popular with girls. this was originally written as a stand-alone but i decided to submit it for lexi's @suckerforsugawara first time for everything collab! i apologize for how late this is, writer’s block got the best of me.

warnings: reader is very much in their head, angst at first but eventual fluff with good ending

word count: 4kei

for as smart as tsukishima kei is, he sure is oblivious to how girls flirt with him.

everyday a good number of girls around campus whisper and talk about how they find the blonde middle blocker attractive. about how much a good boyfriend he would make. it amazes you to no end how much the tall and silent type attract people. you could probably end up rich with how much you hear about him, because there's seriously not one day where you don't hear his name.

at first, most of the comments make you laugh. over time though, you begin to roll your eyes and scoff. you don't understand why so many people like him. half the time you see how tsukishima interacts with hinata and kageyama and it isn't in the nicest or most pleasant way. it just looks like a complete circus act. you truly feel sorry for daichi and suga.

tsukishima is just...mean. if you had a boyfriend who treated you like that, you'd dump him on the spot.

but maybe you are a hypocrite because while you think of all these things, you're still friends with him.

...if you can even call it that—you're sure tsukishima just 'tolerates' you. but the fact that you and yamaguchi are the two he spends the most time with obviously means something. he also begrudgingly helps you with your homework and walks you home from class all the time.

it means something...right?

today is no different from many other days as you watch hinata and kageyama get into a heated screaming match about god knows what. tsukishima is on the side snickering to yamaguchi. everyone else is helplessly by standing.

but you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. you're one of the managers for karasuno university's volleyball team. currently, you're filling up water bottles for the team. being in the role as manager, you've become a master at zoning out hinata and kageyama's bickering.

but you did not expect that this skill would one day work against you.

"hinata, kageyama! watch out!" ennoshita shouts, but it's already too late. you feel the unruly force of a volleyball hit you, making you drop the bottles you're filling up and spill water on the ground.

"are you okay?" yamaguchi rushes to help you to your feet, shooting the offending people a small glare. kageyama and hinata shiver at tadashi's gaze and begin to profusely apologize.

"i'm okay, yams. thank you." you dust off your clothes and laugh, "it's nothing i can't help when those two get carried away."

"we are so sorry!" hinata cries, nearly tripping over himself to get to you. kageyama sheepishly let's out a 'sorry' before his face flushes a bright red.

you open your mouth to assure them you're fine, but a certain voice beats you to it.

"are you two that incompetent that you'll take out our manager in the middle of one of your childish games?" the voice hisses. "i knew the two of you were stupid, but you both surprise me every day. i have to start lowering my bar more."

you don't have to turn to know who it is.

tsukishima turns to you, a displeased look on his face. if you squint, you can see his concern. "and you really need to work on watching your surroundings. i'd rather not have to take you to the hospital." he scolds, picking up the bottles from the ground. he swats your hand away when you reach out for them and you puff out your cheeks, frustrated.

he always does this, where you can't tell if he cares for you, or if he's just being mean. maybe you’re reading into things too closely.

you watch his eyes scan your figure intently and you flinch when you feel him touch you. your breath hitches at how close he is, close enough to see the specks of gold in his eyes from behind the lenses of his sports googles.

his hand gently turns your face to either side, "are you hurt anywhere?"

at the feeling of his hand on your arm, you feel it burn at the source of his touch. you quickly recover and answer that you're fine. he studies your face for a moment longer to detect if you're lying but doesn't prod for any more answers.

not too far away does yamaguchi note the gesture between you two, but doesn't say anything.

the rest of practice runs by smoothly and you have practically forgotten that you were hit with a volleyball. before you know it, it's over and everyone calls it a day before filing out to the lock room.

tsukishima announces that he has to go somewhere after practice and for you and yamaguchi to not wait up for him. neither of you question him on his whereabouts because chances are he won't even tell you anyways.

as punishment for hitting you with the volleyball, kageyama and hinata are responsible for cleaning up the gym and locking up, which gives you the advantage of getting home early. down to two, you and yamaguchi start your trek home, the convo floating between school, volleyball, and other interests.

"yamaguchi-san?"

the two of you turn at the sound of a girl. she looks anxious and nervous and holds a pink envelope in her hands.

"hi! what can i do for you?" he smiles, green eyes bright and inviting.

the girl seems to gain confidence at yamaguchi's smile. "i have this confession for tsukishima-kun...but i don't know how to give it to him, so i was wondering if you would give it to him for me?" the girl explains shyly. her eyes shift to you and widen. "you're not dating tsukishima-san are you?"

your eyes widen at the accusation and you bust out a laugh, hard. maybe too hard.

"me? date him? i could never!"

after your embarrassing and short-lived laughing party, yamaguchi reluctantly agrees to take the letter to give to tsukishima. a strange feeling wells up in your chest at the sight, and you don't know why you felt disappointed in him doing so.

as soon as the girl leaves, you see yamaguchi's shoulders sag and his smile fades.

"what's wrong, yams?" you nudge your best friend in the side, noting the way he picks at the skin on his hand anxiously.

"nothing," he answers, "we need to get going now."

you pull him back. "it's not 'nothing'. come on, what is it?"

you watch as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he replies, "i appreciate and care about tsukki and all, but it really sucks that girls only talk to me about him." he pouts, puffing out his cheeks.

"it's probably because you're much more approachable than mr. blonde beanpole." you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "frankly, I don't know why or what people see in him. he's not very people-friendly. plus he always walks around with a scowl on his face. but i too wish they would stop asking us about him. what did suckyshima do to get so many confessions all the time..."

your freckled faced friend raises his brows, amused by your passionate rambling. "are you jealous?" he asks, head tilting in inquiry.

"w-what? no! why would i be?" you scoff, feeling your heart race in your chest. "the only thing i'm jealous of is that beanpole blonde's attention." you say. "i would very much like to be confessed to as often as he gets!"

"you would hate it," yamaguchi chuckles, "you don't even like getting attention. especially from guys."

you click your tongue, not knowing how to disagree with him. "maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to have it happen once in a while, you know?" you sigh, "i can't go my entire life without experiencing a confession!"

you must've had a terrible past life to have such an unlucky dating experience. you've never had a guy ask you out. and while you don't like to be arrogant you consider yourself cute and a decent person—more so decent than glasses-kun.

"well, more guys would approach you if it wasn't for tsukki." yamaguchi says, and immediately upon speaking covers his mouth.

you raise a brow at your friend, "eh? what do you mean by that?"

before he can answer, you huff, "you're telling me blondie is messing up my love life? what does he gain from doing that?" you huff, feeling irritated that the number of cute boys you could've encountered is very little due to the fact that they were being cockblocked by the most annoying person on the planet.

yamaguchi would never tell you, and god bless your soul, but he's forever thankful for how oblivious you are at times. his skin is saved from having to explain to tsukishima why his crush on you has been outed.

but on the other hand, he desperately wants these confession shenanigans to be over with and for the two of you to confess to each other. to him, it's painfully obvious that there are shared feelings but neither one of you want to acknowledge the fact that there's something going on. he'd rather take the risk of tsukishima biting his head off if it means you two will end up together.

"let's just say that the two of you complain about each other too much for there not to be something going on between you two." yamaguchi says. "i just wish you'd both make out with each other or something."

panic swarms you, at the meer thought of locking lips with blondie. "tadashi, i would never be caught kissing him. i'd rather be dead." you say sternly, although an itch in your throat tells you otherwise.

"yeah, i totally got the vibe of that earlier when he came over to see if you were okay." he laughs, rolling his eyes.

"it didn't mean anything, he was just oddly nice..." you argue, the rapid beating of your heart mocking you.

the sudden silence could be cut through with a knife as you two walk. your knuckles grip your bag tightly as you focus on your feet in front of you.

"your crush never went away, right?" yamaguchi stops walking and looks at you intently.

when you don't respond, he knows his answer.

"that's another reason why i don't like getting these confessions. i don't want to see you get hurt by all of this." he reveals, his hand gripping the pink envelope he was given earlier.

"it doesn't matter, though. what i feel is irrelevant.” you shrug.

yamaguchi perks up, a light bulb going off. he presses the envelope to your hands. "you give this to him. you can find out what he says about the letter and how it makes him feel. he might act differently. that way, you can also decide if those feelings for him are still there, or if you've moved on. if you haven’t, then confess."

you turn away, not taking the envelope. your feet then move briskly. "what makes you think that he would accept my confession? there's no way he would."

"what's stopping you?" he presses, following you. "you don't know that unless you try."

a sharp exhale of air escapes you, your nerves taking your own words out of your mouth. "because i don't want to make a relationship awkward possibly. besides, he'll just make fun of me for having a crush on him and then reject me. so no way is tsukki going to accept it."

"he wouldn't do that. and you know he wouldn't. look, we both know tsukki better than anyone else does. i'm surprised at how blind you are to how he feels about you. or maybe you're denying it?"

before you can reply, you realize you've reached your apartment.

"just think about telling him? it'll ease your mind somehow, won't it? at least you'll have your answer and you can stop letting this eat at you the way it has for years." yamaguchi says, concern written on his face.

you sigh. "sure, tadashi. i'll think about it."

you don't get a wink of sleep that night. and despite you wanting more time to think, you are meeting up with tsukishima and yamaguchi to hangout the next day. so even if you want to put off your thoughts about the situation, you can't.

"you look like shit," tsukishima says once you sit down at the cafe the three of you always meet up at. "like a zombie with the life is sucked out of them.”

“wow, how did you guess?” you say, response dripping with sarcasm.

a guilty look appears on his face before he changes it to a softer expression. "here, i already ordered for you." he says, pushing your favorite order across the counter.

"oh, thank you. you didn't have to." you reach into your bag to pay him back, but he pushes your hand away, a grimace on his face.

"yeah, well i did anyways." he says, turning away. a faint hue of pink can be seen across his cheeks. “you should really try not to over exert yourself. we can’t afford to have our manager collapsing.”

you stare at the drink, mind rambling. “right…”

tsukishima distracts himself with the time, noticing how late yamaguchi is. it isn’t like him to be late. once the male checks his phone, everything clicks into place.

"tadashi says he won't be able to make it to the movies." tsukishima tells you, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

"really?" you go to pull your own phone out of your bag to check, but something else catches your eyes first.

the pink envelope.

you gasp, gritting your teeth. "tadashi, you bastard..." you hiss, wondering when he slipped it into your bag.

"yeah, something about feeling sick..." the tall man's eyes slide down to look at you, and as attentive as he is he asks, "what are you grumbling about?"

you eyes glance between him and the letter, panic washes over you as you try to improvise a lie.

tsukishima leans over, peering into your bag. “what is that?” he asks.

solemnly, you hand him the pink envelope. cotton has lodged itself in your throat but you manage. "this...this is for you."

“from?” he questions, but he already knows it’s not you. you don’t dot your i’s like that.

“the usual. some girl with a crush on you.” you answer, “she didn’t know how to give it you directly.”

opening the letter, his brown eyes scan the contents carefully, silence overcoming him as he drinks in each word.

meanwhile, your heart races rapidly. you can feel yourself beginning to spiral in your mind, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next after he finishes reading the letter. instead of hearing anything, the blonde simply puts the letter back in the envelope.

“let’s go.” he says, standing up to leave.

wait...that's it? you watch him leave the cafe and scramble after him, confusion trailing you.

when you catch up to tsukishima, your eyes glance at him, trying to gauge anything. something.

"well?" you ask, brow arching up.

"'well' what?" he replies, staring at you expressionless.

"are you...going to accept?" you prod, leg bouncing.

the man seems to contemplate your question, not answering for a moment. the anticipation is killing you. swallowing you whole. you have to say something before you’re buried alive.

"don't accept that confession." you blurt.

"huh?" the blonde slips the envelope in his pocket. "and why not?"

you shift uncomfortably in your spot. "b-because."

"'b-because', isn't an answer. i hope you're aware." he mocks before stepping closing to you, a sly smirk on his face. "why do you look like you're about to throw up? is the thought of me getting a confession that repulsive to you?"

"shut up!" you hiss, the burning in your cheeks spreading like wildfire now. "i never said that."

"you didn't have to. your face said everything that i needed to know." he replies, "why are you so eager to know anyways?"

you shrug, "i mean, we're friends right? why wouldn't i be curious?"

a soft chuckle leaves him. it's pretty, and pretty looks very good on him. how annoying for your nerves. "right, and let's say i do accept the confession. what would you do then?"

you blink, your hands clammy, body scorching at this point. "dunno, maybe throw a party with a sign that says 'congrats kei, you're lovable after all'."

"you're a horrible liar, you know. it's very annoying." tsukishima scowls, grabbing your wrist and turning you to look at him.

"who said i was going to accept the confession?" he tilts his head to the side, leaning in slightly. "hmm? i think you put that idea in that pretty head of yours all by yourself."

you huff, irritated by his teasing manner."it's not funny to joke like that."

he blinks. "when did i make a joke?"

"you always do...i don't understand you, tsukishima." at this point you can feel your face burning up. you look away from the blonde, frustrated and also internally panicking. when you go to walk away, his large hand catches your wrist, pulling you back.

"so now we're back to tsukishima?" he asks, distaste in his tone.

you bite your lip, too scared to say anything.

he clicks his tongue. "listen, i didn't have to read the letter to know my answer. i didn't even need to receive one. i've already had my mind made up."

a soft 'oh' leaves your mouth. "is that right?"

"yes, because i already have feelings for someone." he confesses, and your heart nearly stops.

you weren't expecting this at all. you bargained for more than you wanted, but it’s your fault and your fault alone. you start to yell in your head about how wrong yamaguchi is, about how you're too late to confess now, because someone else has already stolen—

"this is for you." tsukishima hands a eerily similar pink envelope to you with a small plushie. your eyes widen as you look at the plush, recognizing that it's your favorite animal. you remember talking about how you still sleep with stuffed animals and made the mistake of having tsukishima overhear you. the teasing that day never ended.

when squeezing the plush to you, you're surprised to hear it play your favorite song. reading the letter, you recognize the handwriting as his immediately. you're familiar with how he loops his y's and g's. you recognize the eloquence in his words. but you feel alien reading how he pours his emotions—about you—into words. words that are a lot kinder and sweeter than his usual moments.

"why would i joke about my feelings?" he answers, pulling at his hands, fingers fidgeting. "if you don't reciprocate them—"

"no! i-i mean, yes! yes, i do!" your face is on fire at this point. "i'm just shocked, i-i wasn't expecting—"

"for someone to be into someone like you?" he finishes.

you blink, stunned by his response. "well, yeah."

and tsukishima kei does what tsukishima kei does best.

he flicks your forehead.

he rubs the spot where he flicked your forehead and his gaze becomes soft as he stares at you, his large hands not pulling back from how it gently cradles your face.

"i've been into your annoying ass since you yelled at those bullies for picking on tadashi." he mumbles, a fond look in his eyes.

your eyes look over him rapidly. "i don't get it. how? why?"

he pinches your cheek, rolling his eyes. "you keep saying that and it's really annoying." he continues, "it's simple. you're...you're a much better person than i am. you're smart...and funny. and you understand me even when my words don't always say what i mean. you've pushed me to be a better person." he tries to make himself smaller, wanting to escape his vulnerability, but it's hard when you're a walking lamppost.

"i can't stand the sight of other guys looking at you. at thinking they have a chance with you. call me a hypocrite because i know i'm the last person who deserves a chance with you, but—" he cuts himself off, fiddling his his hands.

"but what, kei?" you push, heart pounding.

"but i want one anyways. i've never felt like this with anyone before and i don't want to stop now. i...i'm willing to take the chance to ask to go out with you...even if i know you deserve better than me." he explains, head bowing low.

this time, you reach up and flick his forehead.

"ow? what the hell, dumbass?" he scowls.

"it's annoying when you do that, too," you say, teasing, "you always undermine how brilliant you are and it has to stop. you may be an asshole, but you're also perceptive, and caring, even if you don't really know how to show it in conventional ways."

he doesn't say anything because he knows you're right.

you speak again. "for the record, i think that you're pretty amazing. and a lot of other people think so too. learn to give yourself more credit, kei."

"i can say the same about you." he says, brushing hair back from your face. his eyes shift down to your lips before looking away just as quickly. his single strand of vulnerability left snaps.

"c-can i kiss you?" he stutters, and you're shocked to see the snarky blonde asshole you know in such a shy state.

"yes," you breathe, "please."

he can’t resist when you ask so nicely and look so pretty right in front of him.

and what you learn is that kei's kisses are sweeter than any words that can come out of his smart mouth. how that is possible, you don't know. but you surely don't mind at all.

he tugs you close to his body, his scent overtaking your senses. he smells like mint and whatever cologne he put on today and it's easily your new favorite aroma.

you pull away and can't help but note how pretty kei looks after kissing. hair disheveled, swollen lips, glossy eyes, and glasses nearly falling off his face. you quietly laugh and push the frames back up his face.

"i love you, you know." you say, holding his face.

he leans into you, kissing your palm as he reciprocates the words in a quiet voice. a quirk in his lips and he adds, "i would hope you do. i don't want to be seen having to return to build-a-bear for a second time to return a bear."

you grin, holding up the bear teasingly. "this plush?"

"oni-chan said i should give you something...that you'd appreciate. it's yours as long as you don't replace me with it." he answers, red creeping up his neck. "if you do, i'll return it."

"don't worry, kei. i promise not to replace you with a stuffed animal when i need cuddles." you latch onto his arm, clinging to him easily. he tugs you impossibly closer.

sending yamaguchi a text thank you and a picture of you with your new bear—now named tadashi—with an annoyed tsukishima holding you tight in the photo. 'new family photo! you were right!'.

yamaguchi only grins at the message, laying back on his bed as he smiles. his work as cupid is over. he'd figure out the third wheeling issue later.

for now, mission accomplished.

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cherhys · 2 years ago

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Anything, Always

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Rhysand has been running himself ragged, and it hasn’t escaped your notice. In an effort to quell old nightmares, Rhysand has an interesting suggestion…

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Mild angst (pining + UTM reminder whoops), Feelings™️

Notes: The longest fic to date! I was working on some Azriel WIPs when this piece just happened. I wanted Rhys to get some well-deserved, utterly devoted, loving. Thank you for all the support so far; it means more than you know! ♡

You noticed that as the week has passed, you’ve seen less and less of Rhys around the townhouse. First, it was less frequented dinners, followed by mornings spent alone. Being High Lord is no easy task, but it’s all the more reason for you to lend a helping hand where possible. Instead, all of your offers have been promptly shut down with a wry smile leaving little room for argument since it's nothing more than I usually deal with, darling.

His words echo in your head as you approach his office, the ease with which he said them in juxtaposition with the dark circles beneath his eyes. You doubt he’s been sleeping very well; it was no secret that the High Lord preferred staying up in the evenings, but he always reclaimed that sleep the following morning. Recently you’ve observed his absence from the townhouse in favour of training even before Cassian, the earliest morning bird you know. This simply could not go on—he had to take care of himself. A male like him deserved better than that.

The door to his study was closed and after a brief knock, you slowly cracked it open to peer inside. His head didn’t so much as lift from where he was scanning his papers, a crease between his ink-dark eyebrows. The evening light filtered through the windows behind him, casting him in an iridescent glow befitting his title. He had changed into a loose linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal solid tan forearms corded with prominent veins. He scrubbed a calloused hand along his uncharacteristically scruffy jaw. The usual sparkle in his jewel-tone eyes was lost to his evident lack of sleep.

Despite this, he was still the most beautiful male you’ve ever beheld. Even feeling ragged, Rhysand was nothing short of magnificent. No amount of stress could take away from his plush lips, the delicate column of his neck, and the elegant sweep of his collarbones leading to the strong planes of his chest. The age-old flutter in your chest surfaced, a delicate thing you had neglected for so long.

“You can come in, darling.” Finally, those tired eyes lifted to yours where you stood in the doorway. When you don’t move he sweeps a hand towards the cushioned chairs before his rich mahogany desk. You quash any semblance of that flutter until a deep void is all that remains in your chest; a talent you had mastered after all these years.

“I’d say I’m surprised to find my dearest High Lord secluded in his office on a Friday evening, but I made an oath not to lie.” You idle your way in, running your finger along the books on his shelf. You frown at the faint layer of dust over his more loved collections.

“Well, Friday evening or not, doesn’t my dearest advisor have work to do instead of chatting me up like some girl at Rita’s?” Like a delicate brush stroke, his ebony brow arched. Rhysand’s eyes tracked your approach as you walked around the spacious office, feet padding against the soft carpet. The snack you had brought him earlier remained untouched on his desk, and you clenched your clasped hands behind your back.

“Girls at bars aren't worth my time, though it wouldn’t hurt for you to try. All you do is hide away here; you’ll have the year-end papers done at this rate.”

He shrugged, nonchalant, “Better to be more prepared than found lacking, no?”

You stopped before his desk and stared, “It’s only springtime Rhysand.” At your unflinching gaze, he sighed.

“I was unimpressed with some of the projections submitted by the Court of Nightmares. Sloppy work.” His jaw worked in time to the pulse in his neck. You nodded, acquiescing as much. As Rhysand’s advisor, you were expressly aware of the substandard documents that Kier had submitted. Despite his abysmal summation of the Court of Nightmare’s projections, Kier could receive a verbal (or literal) lashing later.

“Rhys, this isn’t an express concern at the moment.” He dropped his head back to his papers, dipping the fountain pen in the inkwell. The sound of your breathing and scratching on parchment permeated the silence. The dismissal was clear, though surprisingly cruel from your usual playful High Lord.

“Rhys, look at me.” Despite your pleading tone, he remained fixed on his writing. In a few swift steps, you rounded the desk. You placed a gentle hand beneath his chin, lifting his face to your searching eyes. Where his silence was defiant, now there is only weariness.

“Rhysand… what’s wrong honey?” The endearment slips out, but your chest constricts at the sight of the defeated male before you. You miss your charming friend. Your thumb lightly caresses his cheek and his lashes flutter at the sensation. He gives you a wry smile and grips your fingers in his warm hand, “Nothing is wrong. I’m only a little tired.”

You breathed deeply, willing yourself to remain calm. Rhysand was known to undertake everything by himself, an expression of his love towards his family. While you appreciate the care he tries to show, his selflessness couldn’t happen at the expense of his well-being. This was something different.

Your silence unnerved the usually unshakeable male, and he seemed to deflate under your scrutiny. So you waited—let him process his thoughts, choose what he wanted to say.

When his grip tightened on your hand but his silence persisted, you offered an olive branch.

“I have never been able to share my feelings with ease; to feel so much… it is an overwhelming burden. And yet–” You took a steadying breath, hesitant to reveal so much but unable to help him understand otherwise. His expectant gaze was patient, if not encouraging.

“And yet, unravelling my feelings and sharing them with you is effortless. With you, I know I am safe. That I am understood. Rhysand, I want to be that person for you. You are welcome to share, and I will always be there to listen.”

When you finished, you shifted to perch on the desk space poised between his legs. Rhysand unconsciously moved his chair closer, his head pressing into your jointly entwined hands. He slowly inhaled, the scent of you a balm to his fraying senses.

“They’re back. She’s back,” Rhys didn’t need to elaborate on who and what for you to catch his meaning. You had known that nightmares plagued him often in the time since his return from Under the Mountain. Years had passed since then but the horrors he endured were not easily forgotten, “I don’t know what to do.”

The defeat in his tone nearly brought tears to your eyes, but you reigned them in—this was his opportunity to be vulnerable and you must remain strong.

“I think about all of the lives I–... I think about all of it, often. It is never not on my mind, but I can usually move past it. You all help,” At this, he squeezed your palm again, an earnest look in his violet eyes, “But sometimes the guilt–” He loosed a sigh, shaking his head, “It is unbearable.’

Rhysand pulled his hand away from yours, leaving it cold. He stared down at his hands between you both as if all of his sins were still visible. To him, you’re sure they were.

His voice was lowered to a whisper now, “When I sleep, she taunts me. She stokes that guilt from an ember to a flame and eats away at me. All I can think to do is run myself ragged, in some form of masochistic repenting.”

Rhys glances up at you, his heart dropping when he sees your eyes are closed. Even you couldn’t bear to look at him after what he had done. Clenching his jaw, he begins to pull away and prepares for your imminent disgust.

He doesn’t expect you to grip his cheeks, and pull him back to you. Rhysand’s eyes are comically large this close, your noses a hair's breadth away from touching. He has never seen your mouth set in such a serious line, your eyes blazing with such fire.

“Listen to me very closely. Everything you did? It was necessary for survival. For yours. For the Night Court’s. For our family’s. It is only normal to feel guilt—that’s what makes you the wonderful, kind male I know.” Your hands pressed almost painfully, as if you could physically push the words into his head, “But you should never regret what you did. Because it brought you back to us.” To me, but you left that part unspoken.

When he seems to hesitate you reinforce, “Any of us would’ve done it for you. If I could've traded places with you I would have done so in a heartbeat, Rhysand. And it kills me to see you blame yourself. You can repay those you mourn by living your life to the fullest in their honour.”

He regards you for a moment, plush lip pulled tightly between his teeth. Rhysand nods slowly at your searching stare, the sorrow clearing from his eyes like clouds in a bright night sky. Those stars you so love wink back at you from his midnight gaze.

Unable to help yourself, you swoop him up into your tight embrace. Rhys’s strong arms wrap around you in no time, his head at your breast. He can hear the rapid but sure beating of your heart and it brings him a peace that he hasn’t felt since the nightmares returned.

“Thank you.” His soft words lift your heart and you place a swift kiss on the top of his head.

“Always.”

You stroke his raven hair in soothing motions, running your nails lightly along his scalp. Rhys visibly relaxes in your hold, his shoulders slumping with a weight unloaded. You dare to enjoy the moment, knowing that the likes of these are few and far between; you seldom let yourself get this close, the ache in your heart too much.

Finally, you pull away, a determined look on your face, “How can I help you, Rhys?”

His face softened, and he let out a light chuckle, “I doubt you can, darling. This is just one of those things.”

“It most certainly will not be one of those things. There has to be something; maybe if we help you relax? A sleeping draught?”

He winced at that, “No sleeping draughts, preferably. I’m not fond of drugging myself.”

You scratched your chin, “No, that doesn’t seem sustainable long term.”

While you brainstormed ideas to help the male before you, Rhys glanced at you through thick lashes. He had begun to fiddle with the fountain pen, twisting the top, “I think I may have a suggestion.”

You snapped out of your thoughts, “Already? What is it?” A beaming smile stretched across your face—anything. You would do anything to help him.

He locked his eyes on yours, voice level, “Sleep with me.”

You blinked, unmoving. You stared at him a few seconds longer, the words failing to process. You’re sure you must have stopped breathing, the thumping of your heart overwhelming your senses.

Sleep with me.

A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, “I’m sorry? ‘Sleep with you’?”

A million thoughts were spinning in your head, each faster than the last. Slick skin on skin; hands fisted in sheets, in hair, scratching down a tan, tatted back; clothes haphazardly strewn around the room; pleasurable pants filling the air. You shook your head. Surely you had misheard? Misunderstood?

A cocky smile spread across Rhysand’s face, although the dusting of pink crawling up his neck isn't lost on you.

What dirty thoughts are you thinking, darling? That midnight voice lightly caressed your mental shields.

Your cheeks were flaming if the heat under your skin was anything to go by. You persevered and pursed your lips in mock irritation. You would not be undone by his aimless teasing after all these years.

Nothing that would involve the likes of you, the thought pushed right back at his adamantine mental shield.

Rhysands thick lashes lowered, his bottom lip jutting slightly. You wondered what those plush lips would taste like. Although you knew he was playing at seducing you, it didn’t stop the primal need in you from rearing its ugly head.

Would it truly be so bad with me, darling? You know I’d treat you well.

Your lashes fluttered; this had to stop before your heart wilted any further in your chest.

“What is your real suggestion Rhys?” The serious cock of your brows sobered him up near immediately. The twinge in his chest only further cooled him; the way you brushed his teasing off irritated him for reasons beyond what he dared admit.

“It is my real suggestion. I struggle with my sleep—therefore having you there will help.” The cool way he spoke, as if this was only a logical solution, helped to put you at ease. But you couldn’t help but wonder—

“Why me? How would I help?”

He shrugged, “You seem peaceful.”

Your mind whirred at his laconic response. ‘Peaceful’? You couldn’t decide what to make of the situation, but one thing had always been clear.

“I said I’d help you, however I could. If you believe me… sleeping beside you will be beneficial, then I’ll do it.”

He nodded, the same calm look plastered on his face. Rhysand’s nonchalant manner bothered you: did this genuinely mean so little to him? If so, then you would treat it with the same aloof, professional fashion.

“Alright then, we can try tonight if you’re willing?”

His ink-dark eyebrows shot up, “You wish to begin right away?”

“The sooner the better, no?” You couldn’t allow any more sleepless nights; the faster you determined whether this would work, the more time you had to find different options before Rhys ran on empty.

Rhysand’s head tilted, a panther sizing up its prey. Finally, he nodded in agreeance.

Quickly, you stood from his desk, realizing you were still perched between his legs. You dusted off your skirts and swiftly moved to the door. With a hand on the frame, you turned, “Tonight in yours?”

He swallowed, your eyes tracking the bobbing of his Adam's apple along his smooth neck, “Yes, that’ll work just fine darling.”

You stepped away from his office, the final, sure look in Rhysand’s eyes burning through you even hours later.

♡𝌀𝌀𝌀♥𝌀𝌀𝌀♡

You nervously tugged on your silken sleep shorts, psyching yourself up to knock on Rhysand’s bedroom door.

After leaving his office earlier, your heart had been in your throat all day. Even at dinner in the House of Wind, you’d had to be snapped out of thought multiple times by members of your family. While circumventing the reason why you had been so inattentive, your friends spared no insult and pestered you to high hell. Your face had flushed, sure that Rhysand could pick up on your nervousness. Instead, there were no teasing comments; he only returned to his meal.

Now before his room, you took a steadying breath and lightly knocked, in the unlikely event he had fallen asleep. At his faint call you entered, softly shutting the door behind you. The room was aptly decorated for a High Lord. Rich jewel tones complimented Night Court black in various opulent fabrics. Pointedly ignoring the massive bed, you took in the polished mahogany furniture, surely crafted by a masterful hand. From the intricately designed rugs, to the velvet cushions, and the elaborate drapery; it was all magnificent. However, it all paled in comparison to the male inhabiting the room.

Rhys was lounging on a plush divan, drink and papers in hand, looking fresh from the finest of paintings. The loose shirt from earlier was gone, baring his muscled chest. Your eyes tracked along the elegant dark swirls that decorated his tan skin. A pair of black sleep pants adorned his lower body, looking dangerously low on his waist. As you gently padded over, you tried not to focus on the light smattering of dark hair leading below the band. He glanced up at you, violet eyes sparkling like the stars visible through the windows beyond him.

His eyes slowly roved over your figure, noting your bare legs; how you clutched your cream robe, book in hand, a delicate lacy strap peeking out. He took a restrained sip of his amber drink. You settled on a comfortable settee across from him, the book already splayed across your lap.

“Good evening, darling. Care for a drink?” He waved his glass lightly, the ice clinking softly.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “I’m alright, thank you. Is it not a little late to indulge?”

He inspected his drink as if he might find the solution to all his problems within the crystal glass, “I find it soothes the nerves.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Are you nervous?”

Rhys lifted the drink to his mouth, only to gaze at you over the rim with heavy-lidded eyes, “With you? Always, darling. I mean—you simply strike such an imposing figure.”

You dramatically placed the back of your hand to your head, draping yourself over the settee with all the theatrics you could muster, “Oh, how I plague man with my beauty!”

A deep and joyous laugh broke the silence of the night. You glanced over at Rhysand in slight surprise to see his head thrown back, a hand to his chest. Your heart warmed at the clear mirth on his face. This was the Rhysand you had missed. You soon joined him, your laugh bubbling up with the vigour of a freshly opened champagne bottle.

Gradually, you both settled into silence, and with a wink from Rhys, you both returned to your previous occupations. The cool breeze from the open window carried with it Rhysand’s citrus and sea smell, the faint note of jasmine like a goodnight’s kiss. You basked in the peaceful mood, snuggling closer to the settee with your book. You couldn’t help but look up at Rhys every few pages, taking in his striking profile as the ambient lighting cast shadows across his elegant features. Eventually, you noticed his eyelids beginning to droop and knew he was only stalling the inevitable.

You yawned loudly, covering your mouth for effect, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.”

He smiled, gently placing his empty glass and papers aside, “I agree, darling. Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Rhysand stood and stretched his arms over his head, and you quickly made your way over to his bed, refusing to stare any longer at his chest than necessary. You shed your robe and tossed it over a nearby chair while you both silently readied yourselves for bed. No longer was the silence comforting—instead, your heart threatened to burst from your chest.

You didn't realize how stiff you were until Rhys settled under the covers beside you, the shroud of night concealing your reddened cheeks. You remained rigid, arms at your side like a soldier at attention.

It’s only me, darling. The smooth voice slipped through the cracks of your mind. Rhysand’s low timber reminded you to take a deep breath—you turned towards him and lightly reached your hand out in the space between your pillows. Even in the stygian dark, his eyes shone brighter than ever. That midnight gaze fixed on your open palm. Slowly, he crept his large hand up and brought it to yours, strong fingers caressing your palm. You held your breath as he steadily entwined his fingers with yours, hand sliding across your own. You squeezed lightly in assurance, your eyes falling shut.

Before the throes of sleep could claim you, a gentle caress to your conscience pulled you back.

Can I hold you?

The whispered request was nearly lost in the haze between waking and dreams, but you would always come back for that voice. Beyond words, you pushed your consent to Rhysand’s mind.

Strong arms gently slid around you, pulling your back to a hard chest. Your synced breathing within that warm embrace finally lulled you to a peaceful sleep.

♡𝌀𝌀𝌀♥𝌀𝌀𝌀♡

Light filtering through the window assaults your eyes, bringing with it the realities of the morning. You stretch like a cat in the sun, silken sheets sliding across your bare legs. You hadn’t slept like that in years, Cauldron, centuries even. The sweet haze lingering from your sleep washed away once you noticed the empty—albeit still warm—bedside. You quickly sat up only to be interrupted by Rhysand waltzing in through the doors, breakfast in hand.

“Good morning, darling. I hope you’re hungry—I’m loving the bedhead by the way.” He swooped over to the bed, deftly handling the large tray in hand as he settled back beside you. You swiftly patted your hair down, “Yes, good morning Rhysand.”

Your dry tone didn’t damper Rhys’s wide smirk one bit. He was glowing this morning with an air of contentment; the full night's sleep had done him well.

He gestured to the amalgamation of various foods before you, “I wasn’t sure what you would be craving, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.” The delicious smell wafted before you, your stomach grumbling without consent.

“If this is how I’m treated, I don’t think I’ll ever leave.” You popped a berry into your mouth, relishing its succulent flavour.

“Consider it a thank you,” You paused, buttered toast halfway to your mouth, at Rhysand’s words, “For giving me, perhaps, the best sleep I have had in my five centuries.”

The earnest look in his eyes prompted you to butter your toast more vigorously, hoping he would miss the rosy flush seeping across your features.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve never slept better either,” You smiled gently, hoping to not sound too heartfelt in your admission, “And there is no reason to thank me, Rhys. You know I’d do anything for you.”

You held your breath at the candid confession, praying he did not understand the real meaning behind your words.

Instead, his chest swelled with emotion. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a swift kiss to your hair.

“All the more reason for me to thank you, darling.”

♡𝌀𝌀𝌀♥𝌀𝌀𝌀♡

The next few weeks continued much like that night; you would both lounge around in the evening and then retire to bed. Only, your inclination towards one another had become irresistible. The moment you got beneath the covers, you found yourself instinctually reaching for Rhysand’s embrace. Often, he held you close, your head poised at his soft neck. Occasionally, on the more difficult nights, you would swaddle Rhys tightly to your chest, caressing his hair as he was lulled to sleep by your steady heartbeat.

However much you enjoyed your time in bed with Rhysand, you couldn’t deny the increasing difficulty with which to hide your escalating feelings. What were once mere fleeting glances, were now lingering stares; no dark circles were to be found on his handsome face, his beaming grin a drug that would surely consume you. Rather than have the moments together soothe your ache like a balm, you only craved his attention more so.

As you both fell into your usual routine for the night and settled under the covers, you finally ripped the bandage from the festering wound.

“I think I may sleep in my bed beginning tomorrow night.”

Rhysand’s body froze beneath your touch, his arms still only half around you. Quickly, you continued, “Your nightmares seem to have passed—which I am eternally grateful for—therefore I don’t see any reason why I should continue to sleep here.” With you, the words didn’t need to be spoken; they loomed in the air around you.

A beat of silence passed before he spoke, “Why not?”

You gasped as he seized you closer to his chest. His breath was heaving while he squeezed you tighter in his arms. You quashed the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, reluctant to hurt your feelings further.

You sighed, eyes closing, “Again, there is no reason–”

“I want you here. With me. That is the reason why you should stay.”

You audibly swallowed, taking his words with a grain of salt. Your voice took on a placating tone as you lightly placed your palms on his chest, “I understand that you’re worried about the nightmares–”

“Darling, you understand nothing,” You stared, dumbfounded at his earnest tone.

“The agony of lost sleep pales in comparison to the loss of your presence. There is nothing more that I desire than having you here next to me as I fall asleep and as I wake. Seeing your radiant face every morning—I feel like the luckiest male in the world. And I am greedy; for your touch, your time…” He shook his head, putting his forehead to yours, “I know I am asking much of you since—”

You surged forward and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. His lashes fluttered before he was pushing back with just as much fervour. You pressed your body tighter against his, feeling the contours of his body moulding perfectly to your own. You wanted him closer—had you been one body right now, it would not have been enough. He thought he was greedy? He had no concept of the depth of your selfish desires, only scraping the surface with this ardent kiss.

You pulled back, breathless and entirely at his mercy, “You could ask for all the stars in the night sky and I would scorch my hands to deliver them to you,” He brushed his nose against your own, your swollen lips lightly caressing, “There is no limit to what I can give you Rhysand, if only you’ll let me.”

His violet eyes shone with disbelieving wonder as if he was undeserving of your affections. Rhys kissed you gently; this kiss held a promise that the others lacked. It was a promise of love, of reverence, of total, utter devotion. Your heart soared in your chest and for once, you let it; a caged bird finally tasting freedom.

That same gentle presence filled your mind once again.

I would be honoured, darling.

The message was bundled in the gossamer enormity of his feelings for you. With your heart content, you whispered under the cover of silky night,

“The honour will always be mine.”

Final Notes: Anything for my bbg Rhys <3 (Can you tell I recently rewatched Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time?) Hope you all liked it!

#rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x you #rhys x you #rhysand/reader #rhys/reader #rhysand #rhys #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar x reader #acomaf #acowar #acosf #cherhys

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planetdream · 2 years ago

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— ateez as soft doms !

smut [d/s dynamic obvi. mentions of—praise. teasing. mindbreaking. subspace. aftercare. fingering. the usual]

💌 this was suggested awhile ago! got a lil nervous to post this lmao. oopsies n apologies for any typos. skz version here

seonghwa

often, there’s slightly mischief in his ways of doing things. seonghwa is sweet, but doesn’t give you too much at once—choosing instead to slowly tease you minute by minute until you’re just a few notches beneath feeling overly overwhelmed by his actions. seonghwa knows you want him, and he’ll remind you that he knows in a near condescending way; wiping away your tears as he coos at you or a small ‘yeah? like that?’ under his breath when you moan a little louder than before. you’re already molded into his sweet, compliant baby, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to guide you deeper into that sweeter subspace. and once he does, seonghwa is gentle with you—easy-going, soft kisses and tender touches, like his cock isn’t still buried to the hilt inside of you.

hongjoong

he’s sugary sweet, obviously. a pleasure dom at his finest, always putting you and your needs first. likes to make you cum on his tongue all the time; preferring when you sit on his face, riding and smothering him with all your deliciousness. being a soft dom comes naturally to hongjoong, from the way he touches you, the way he whispers praises to you, to the way he coaxes you to take more of him—hands rubbing, soothing your skin in an effort to further make you melt. hongjoong knows your body and your mind, easily pulling you apart and putting you back together. if anything, hongjoong is comfort in dom form. his touch makes you soften and the way he speaks to you, almost in a whisper, small smile on his face; it’s that naturalness that makes it so easy to submit to him.

yunho

soft dom of the year award winner!! yunho knows what you want—and he often finds himself caught up in his approach: does he give you what you want? telling you to just lay back and look pretty, reassuring that he’ll handle all the work? or does he make you vocalize it yourself, choking through your words while he rubs circles to your clit? either way, he’s gonna treat you right. yunho loves foreplay—ramping you up just enough to have you aching, begging for more of him. he doesn’t mean to tease but the near-end result (that glossed-over look in your eyes, accompanied with the quiver of your lip when you dig your nails into his skin) makes yunho want to do it all over again. his kisses are the sweetest, various pecks all over your face and body when he’s soothing you back down from your high. the type to wrap you up in a blanket and kiss your forehead after he’s cleaned you up.

yeosang

he's all about mindbreaking you—sweetly, of course. likes to ask you about your day while his fingers work their way inside you. be sure to speak clearly, if you moan too much while talking he'll remove his fingers from you until you start to answer his question again. is all about overwhelming you with his touch—kissing you all over, running his hands all over your skin, breathing on your neck, etc. yeosang has his ways of making you so docile for him. and when he's got you like that, he's got no other choice but to spoil you; making you cum over and over. giving in to overstimulation whenever you’re in a haze, so wrapped up in the feeling of him that you just take everything he gives you. rewards you accordingly because you took him so well.

san

san spoils you so much. you're so special to him, and he wants you to know it, so he expresses his love in many different ways. a kiss at your cunt after he's eaten you out (thanking you for having such a sweet pussy), holding your hands as you ride him, or holding your hair back as he fucks your throat (out of love), amongst other things. loves to praise you while he's fucking you because every time he does, he feels you clench around him, only spurring him on to give you more and more. doesn’t wanna be rough with you but the way you suck him in makes him go crazy—so he opts to change the motion of his hips; rolling into you deeper, harder and grinding against you.

mingi

there’s no way mingi could be anything but sweet to you. everything he does is calculated, purely intended to give you pleasure in the best of ways. constantly checking your face for any signs of discomfort and just because he likes to look at your pretty face. does tend to get caught up in the moment sometimes, lost in pleasure and absorbed in the feeling of you. inching his cock deeper and deeper into you while whispering moans into your ear. pathetically stuttering small sentences like ‘sweet pussy’ and ‘all mine’. splitting you open on his cock, almost just as lost in the haze as you are. likes to hold your hands while fucking you, just to feel you in more than one way.

wooyoung

as a soft dom, wooyoung lets you make the decisions. you’re in control just as much as he is, if not, more than; so whatever you want him to do, whatever you need from him, he’s at your service as soon as you say his name. of course his natural teasing nature shines through but give him a pout and he's back to pumping his cock into you. loves making out with you while he's deep inside you, light taps at your clit every so often. presses his forehead to yours so both of you can watch his cock slide in and out of you. likes to give you small kisses in between light giggles (probs cause he did something embarrassing).

jongho

jongho is so invested in you and your pleasure. likes to feel your skin against his, like equal reassurance for you both. jongho is comfortable, warm, and patient with you—truly worshipping you with every touch to your skin, every kiss to your body and every word of praise that comes out of his mouth. loves finger fucking you, getting you off with just his hands before anything else—plunging his fingers into you mouth after you’ve came on them. despite his sweetness, can’t help but chuckle a little when he looks at you and sees you lost in him, waiting for him to give you what you need.

#☁️ — daydreams #☁️ — daydream.atz #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut

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mae-is-crazy · 2 years ago

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Wow. This is it. This is the final installment to (what I wasn’t expecting to be a series) Tiny Hands. Thank you to the original requester (who submitted their request anonymous) for giving me my kickstart on this platform. Thank you to all of the readers for your funny comments that pushed me to continue writing. I cannot wait to show you what else I have in store. So (will a word count well over my expectations) I present to you TINY HANDS PART III

Tiny Hands (Neteyam x Fem! Human Reader) Part III

Synopsis: One life ends. Another begins.

(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later time).

Neteyam wakes in the middle of the night without Y/N at his side.

The first thing that hit him was confusion. He figured she had just scurried off to check her Avatar body (like it had just woken up and walked away, which of course wasn’t possible). Nothing to worry about. He mentally shrugged to himself, before snuggling deeper into the mattress and closing his eyes.

The next thing was fear. Neteyam’s ears perked up towards the bathroom door when he heard light sniffling on the other side. He sat up, giving himself a second to catch himself before he heard a quiet sob. Without even thinking, the boy leapt from his spot, tossing the blanket too small for his frame aside and almost slamming into the door. It was locked.

“Y/N?” He croaked, hating how weak his voice sounded. He knocked on the door a few times as he rested his head against the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”

The soft crying sounds stopped, but he got no answer. He knocked again. “Y/N?”

“I-I’m okay.”

Relief. He sighed, letting his forehead laze on the door. “Please, let me see you.”

Neteyam listened for the sound of her breathing. It sounded more like hiccups. She didn’t open the door for a few minutes, but when he heard the lock click, Neteyam wasted no time as he slammed the door opened, looking for his Y/N.

What he saw shattered his heart. Y/N was hovering over the sink, her hands covering her trembling lips that threatened to let out more sobs. Her eyebrows danced up and down as they scrunched together, tears staining her already deathly pale skin.

God, she looked terrible.

“Oh Y/N…” Neteyam stepped closer, kneeling down to her level and letting her collapse into him. She wrapped her bony arms around his broad shoulders, resting her head into the crook of his neck as she continued her bout of crying. Neteyam held the girl close, resting his head on top of hers as he sent her soothing shushes and back rubs. He tried to tell her the things she loved to hear- “It’s okay”, “Maway (BE CALM)”, “I’m right here”- the things that settled her down. But the frantic huffing did not stop.

Neteyam forced Y/N to pry her arms from around his neck, He cupped her face in his hands, brushing away the tears from her red cheeks. “Tell me. Tell me what is going on.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to hide her face with her hands, though Neteyam was quick to peel them away, squeezing them around his own. “Nete, I-I-I can’t do it.”

“Do what?”

Y/N waved her arms around her in a flustered frenzy. “This whole thing is just becoming too much. I-I can’t think straight.” She turned towards the mirror, cringing at the red puffy skin circling her glassy eyes. Neteyam stared at her reflection, noticing how even kneeling his forehead reached past the view of the glass. He studied the girl not even half his size here to him, the girl he promised to protect for as long as she had lived.

In this life, or another.

In this body, or another.

It no longer mattered to him.

Neteyam cleared his throat, watching Y/N wipe her nose. All this time, she’d been persistent about seeing this thing through and joining The People as full Na’vi. She never showed any sign of doubt or weakness, even throughout all of the needles and painful reactions to medications Neteyam could never pronounce correctly. But now, finally, after all this time, she allowed herself to share with her lover what he always knew was there.

“I can promise you she’s more scared than she lets on. She needs someone to be there for her.”

Neteyam rested his head on Y/N’s chest, her heartbeat settling, but only slightly. “What worries you? Why now?”

Y/N played with Neteyam’s hands, measuring the length from her wrist to the tip of their middle fingers. Neteyam grinned lightly at her childish toying. “You were right.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N looked away from her reflection with a scowl. “People haven’t come back in the past. I’m just worried that’ll happen to me too.”

Neteyam sighed heavily through his nose, nodding with understanding. He wondered what his father was thinking his last night as a human. Knowing that everything you knew about yourself and your lifestyle would be forever and irreversibly changed. Knowing that it could kill him. There were no takebacks with this.

“I do not believe Eywa brought us together just to take you away from me,” Neteyam reassured.

Y/N dropped her hands to her side, her crying subsided. She leaned more into Neteyam’s body with a weak yawn, and he took that as his signal to head back to bed.

There was no way for Neteyam to reassure Y/N. There was nothing he could say or do to prove to her that she would be his no matter what happened. At the end of the day, it was them against the world.

When the two settled in bed, Neteyam tucked a loose strand of Y/N’s hair from her face, looking deep into her still somewhat teary eyes. She stared at him with an intensity that had his heart fluttering.

“Try and get some sleep,” he whispered, planting a featherlike kiss on her forehead. She says something that’s muffled by her pillow.

She does sleep that night.

Neteyam doesn’t, waiting for her to wake up crying again with his arms ready to reach out and cradle her.

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“You’re telling me you’ve never danced before?”

“Of course I have,” Neteyam says, taking a quick huff from his mask before stretching by the window. The day was early, the sun just barely reaching past the mighty trees of Pandora, but high enough to shine through the lab.

Y/N rolled her eyes from her spot on the mattress. “Yeah, but not like that.” She points to the television, where a black and white film was playing. Neither of them was really watching it; the background audio was just an easy way to fix the thick tension and fear in the air. A human man and women stood underneath a lamp post in the pouring rain, hands interlocked and swaying to a light cello melody in the night.

Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, bringing her a small steaming portion of chowder. It was the only food Y/N could keep down lately, much to the girl’s distaste. She stuck her tongue out as he sat next to her, handing her the bowl. He nudged her, encouraging her to take a bite.

“Last time I have to eat this crap,” Y/N huffed, scooping herself a pitiful amount and trying her best not to make a crunchy face at the bland flavors. “No, but seriously. That’s just sad.”

“What? The food or my lack of human dance knowledge?”

“Both.”

Neteyam chuckled, focusing on the two Sky People. The television was fuzzy and jittered every few seconds, but he could made out the particular choreograph, gliding to the side, watching for each other’s shoes. The women’s head rested on her man’s shoulders, letting him hold one of her hands while the other rested on her back.

The Na’vi boy stood up, holding a hand out to Y/N. She sat back, tilting her head as he stepped in front of the screen.

“Dance with me.”

“What?” She giggled with a mouthful of chowder. Nevertheless, she set her bowl aside, taking his hand and standing up. Her legs gave out on her, and with a ‘Whoop!’, she came tumbling down, not before Neteyam studied her, helping her regain her balance. He looked at the T.V. once more, watching the pattern the actor’s set themselves on with their foot placement.

Neteyam lifted the girl off the ground, letting her wrap her arms as tight as she could around his neck as he set his arms across her back. He took slow steps, feeling her feet brush against his knees with each step. Y/N sighed into Neteyam’s body, letting herself go limp in his hold.

God, he would miss this. Holding her close like this, her itty-bitty body against his large frame.

Y/N hummed along to the tune, a tune Neteyam was not yet familiar with. It wasn’t like any of the instruments they had back at home, nor was it as feverish or fast-paced. It made swaying to the song chords feel like floating in water. Effortless and natural. It soothed the young couple’s hearts.

Neteyam and Y/N kept this up even after the movie finished, when the main menu song would loop itself every twenty seconds. Eventually that shut itself off too, leaving the only sounds in the room being Neteyam’s light footsteps and the two’s rhythmed breathing.

Y/N tightened her hold around Neteyam. “You know I love you, right?”

Neteyam’s heart fluttered, and he could hear his tail tap against the mattress at he continued dancing. “Yes.”

“I just wanted to remind you.”

He pulled away from the girl, bending down to her level to cup her face in his hands. She looked unnervingly dull, trying her best to give him a smile but failing miserably.

“You’re going to be okay,” he reassured her (and himself). “I know it.”

All she could do was nod.

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The night had come.

Jake walked in front, forming a path for Neteyam as he carried Y/N bridal style close to his chest. She shyly kept her face hidden; her bare body being just barely covered up with vines from the woods. She was quiet the entire trip leaving the lab, through the Omaticaya village, and to the base of the Tree of Souls. Jake approached the roots of the grand tree first, carrying Y/N’s limp Avatar body in his own arms, gently placing the lifeless body on the ground.

He turned to his son with a firm nod, stepping aside as Mo’at came into view, watching Neteyam hesitantly set Y/N down. For a moment, she didn’t release her hold around his neck.

“Woah,” she whispered to herself, looking at the massive crowd behind Neteyam. The entire clan was sit cross crossed on the mossy landscape. Neteyam didn’t bother looking, prying her fingers apart and off of his back. She tried to sit up until Mo’at placed a light hand on her shoulder, a gentle demand to lay down. Neteyam watched fog begin to build up in her mask as she breaths became heavier and erratic.

He pet her hair, leaning close to her ear so that only she could hear him. “I love you so much Y/N. I am so proud of you.”

She chuckled nervously, reaching a trembling hand and grasping ahold oh his. He held her tiny hands in his large ones, holding them tight with a weak smile. He needed to be strong for her.

Strong heart.

No fear.

“You will sleep now,” Mo’at announced, and on cue, Y/N’s eyelids grew heavier. At first, she tried to fight it, but Neteyam cupped a hand to her cheek, still holding one of her hands in his.

“See you in a minute,” he promised.

It looked like Y/N wanted to say something to him, but she never got that chance before letting her eyes shut and her body fall asleep.

Neteyam held his breath now, allowing himself to succumb to the fears that he’d been trying to hide from Y/N for years now.

It was all in Eywa’s hands now.

“Ting mikun ayoheru rutze,” Mo’at began as The People swayed in unison. Everyone rested a hand on each other’s shoulders as the ground began pulsating to a beat, almost like a heartbeat.

“Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa,” the clan spoke together. The bioluminescent ground beneath them rippled to the base of the Spirit Tree. Spider watched from afar, as he was not allowed to partake in the sacred event, keeping to himself as she silently sent prayers for his sister.

Neteyam continued to kneel by her side, mumbling to Eywa as he wished for his lover to come back to him. He watched with teary eyes as both Y/n’s human and Avatar bodies lay unconscious. A lit of undergrowth rose from the ground, connecting to the back of both vessel’s necks.

To most all around him, Neteyam was extremely calm. Though Jake and Neytiri could see the boy’s face, and they too began to fear not only for Y/N but for their son.

They knew that, if he didn’t have Y/N, their son would be gone forever.

What if this was the last time he got to see her beautiful eyes?

What if he could never show her the true wonders of Pandora? Never see their secret world in the floating mountains, to show her how to fly her own Ikran, to never watch her eyes light up as she connected to the Tree of Souls for the first time.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

And Neytiri understood every single thing he was feeling.

“Pori tireati, munge mí ngai” Mo’at continued, waving her hands over Y/N’s human body and dancing them to the Avatar body a few steps to the left.

The clan continued to repeat themselves, much louder this time in hopes their words could be heard by their goddess. “Srung si poeru, Ma Eywa!”

Netyeam could feel himself breaking out in a nervous sweat, tightening his grip on her hand when he felt her fingers twitch ever so slightly.

“Ulte ting ayoer ni’eyng ngeyä ya! Tiviran po ayoekip! NA NA’VIYÄ HAPXI!” Neteyam’s grandmother stood over Y/N’s still Avatar body. Neteyam rested his forehead on the small hand he held, forcing his eyes closed in hopes of calming his pounding heartbeat.

Mo’at’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lowered his voice, “Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia. Eo Eywa oe’ia.”

“Come on Y/N,” he whined gently. “Come back to me.”

He felt her hand go slack under his grip. He straightened his back, snapping his eyes shut. He saw how her chest stilled and the muscles in her body relaxed completely. Under less tense circumstances, he would’ve melted at how peaceful and innocent she looked.

But he wanted nothing more for her to wake up.

He shot a panicked face to Mo’at, who instantly snapped out of her trance, directing her calls of action to the clan before her, “Lu hasey!”

It was done.

All he could do was wait.

Jake was up in an instant, followed quickly by Neytiri, who placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. She felt like this was a sick joke, watching her son in the same stop she was all those years ago when it was her love. Everyone watched as the young to-be Olo’eyktan remove the human girl’s breathing mask, the seal going off with a sharp hiss and placing it aside. He connected his forehead to hers, already feeling how clammy her skin was. He placed his free hand on her face, a hand that was the size of her entire head.

Jake watched his eldest son give one last squeeze to Y/N’s hand before moving to the Avatar body on his left, positioning himself in the same spot next to her, reaching for a much larger, blue hand. It fell limp in his hold.

This was the first time he’d seen her Avatar body so close. His heart settled slightly when he saw the mole that had made if from her human body to her Avatar body. He placed a kiss on one of her cheeks, tilting his head as tears began to build in his eyes again. It blurred his vision, and he didn’t care that his family could now see that.

“Hey,” Neteyam spoke to the girl that couldn’t hear him. “Come back to me, Y/N. Everybody wants to meet you.”

Neytiri smiled at the boy’s words, beginning to hope herself to the new member to the clan to wake up.

Jake knew of the debilitating journey that was passing through the eyes of Eywa, but he would be there to welcome you with open arms, when you were ready.

And, after a few more minutes, it happened.

Neteyam could feel her hand twitch in his.

She let out a light moan as her eyes moved underneath her eyelids.

Then they opened.

It wasn’t the traditional Na’vi yellow or tawny. No, they were hers. He sent a silent thanks to Norm and Max for letting her keep another part of her past body. It was the same sparkling E/C she’d always had, and Neteyam couldn’t hide the light chuckle as he watched her eyes lazily wonder around her surroundings. She wiggled her feet and yawned, looking at her boyfriend.

“I told you everything would be okay,” Neteyam smiled.

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched together as she slowly moved her head to look around. Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat; had she forgotten where she was? Who she was?

Y/N took a deep breath, but immediately, stopped, her eyes widening in a fierce panic as she slapped her hands to cover her nose and mouth.

Neteyam shook his head, trying ot take her hands away from her face. “Hey her hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Breath.”

She shook her head, her eyes meeting the blue skin of his hands… or, her hands. She blinked once twice, three times, before pulling her hands away from her mouth. She gasped as she realized the large blue skin was now on her, apart of her, forever and always. Her mouth sat ajar, and Neteyam wasn’t sure what to do.

Jake could sense the nervous energy from his son, so he stepped closer. He crouched down next to his eldest son, giving a reassuring nod.

“How do you feel,” he asked.

Y/N looked into his eyes. They looked soft and inviting, and she looked over at Neytiri, she continued to receive welcoming smiles.

Though rumbly, Y/N gave him a light “I feel weird,”, resulting in a gentle laugh from both Jake and Neytiri.

Neteyam leaned his forehead against hers, each closing their eyes. She could feel his warm breath on her face, letting herself sink into his touch. “I’m so proud of you,” he told her.

That night, the Omaticaya people celebrated. They had a feast, crafting mouthwatering dishes for their blessing from Eywa herself, dancing to traditional songs into the night. Tuk dragged the girl around, showing her off to the tribe and bragging about how she’d braded the new clam mate’s hair shortly after her ceremony (the braids were terribly uneven, so Neytiri had to pull her aside and do them when her daughter wasn’t looking). Kiri and Lo’ak bickered when they tried to find the ‘perfect’ hammock for her to sleep in, but Neteyam silently know that they’d be sharing a space tonight. Spider couldn’t stay long, but he congratulated his older sister on her successful soul transfer.

Towards the end of the celebration, Neteyam and Y/N slipped away from the shriveling crowd. They raced into the night sky, replaying the same motions that occurred all those years ago.

“God, I’ll never get over this,” Y/N huffed from behind Neteyam, clinging to him with a vice-like grip.

Neteyam shrugged teasingly. “You’re going to have to soon. You will need to get your own Ikran now that you’re Na’vi.”

“Why would I do that when I have you to fly me around?”

He turned to shot a playful grin, but caught himself when he looked into her eyes. Her braids thrashed in the wind as she kept her eyes sealed shut, though creasing her eyebrows at the sudden shift in Neteyam’s posture. He finally got a good look at her freckles, which were lighting up the night. The pattern rested mostly on her forehead, with only a few scattered along the bridge of her nose. There were even less on her cheeks, but her bright eyes made up for that. They were new and different compared to the standard Na’vi, and it made the girl all the more precious to Neteyam.

They landed gently on their secret floating rock, Neteyam hopping off first, reaching out to Y/N, only for her to scoot off the flying creature and stepping onto the ground by herself. She huffed before stretching, letting her bare feet graze the soft landscape. He watched her, only just noticing how he barely had to look down at her. Just this morning he was about at his hip height wise, but now he was maybe half a foot taller.

She met his eyes with a quick smile before taking the lead. “Man, I’ve missed this place.”

Neteyam hummed in agreement. He would never admit it, but he hadn’t returned since she’d gotten sick. It just didn’t sit right with him to savor this wondrous getaway while his other half was withering away, curled in pain in her dark and lonely bedroom.

She ducked over hanging branched, skipping through the feet as the world lit up with each step. She lightly brushed her fingertips against dense foliage, getting used to the way her arms stretched further than she was used to. She looked back at Neteyam with a wide smile, her shiny white fangs revealing themselves.

He quickened his pace, grabbing a hold of her tail and lightly tugging it, causing the girl to stop in her place and instinctively slap he boy on the arm. Neteyam gave a face pouty face, Y/N sticking his tongue out as she dashed into the night. For only being in her new body for a few hours, she was quickly getting the hand of it. Even Jake commented on it earlier, watching Lo’ak and her chase each other through the campgrounds like raging lunatics.

“Jesus, and I thought Lo’ak’s energy was enough,” he joked as he walked to bed with his mate. “That boy’s got his hands full with that one.”

When Y/N’s lungs could no longer keep up, she hunched over a familiar pond, resting her hands on her knees as she took deep breaths. Neteyam, who would run for many more miles, stopped at her side, grinning at the already exhausted girl.

“My feet hurt,” she spoke in between breaths.

“Your body is still like a baby. You need to take it easy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, straightening herself out. She collected her breathing with a weak chuckle, feeling her heartbeat relax.

But it quickly sped up again. The deep intensity in Neteyam’s narrowed eyes made the air feel thicker. He moved closer, their chests almost brushing against each other as she planted both of his hands on her waist. She reached around him, putting her head on his chest. His heartbeat was going the same speed at hers.

“Y/N,” he whispered her name like it was a secret. Her knees practically went weak from underneath her.

“Neteyam.”

Then… she started swaying?

She moved her head up, forgetting how much taller she was now and almost whacking his chin, His freckles doing a terrible job at hiding the light blush developing up his neck and to his cheeks. Y/N used every fiber in her body to lock her eyes on his mesmerizing eyes and not down at his lips, which were slightly agape.

The two began stepping every few seconds, Y/N still unsure of what was happening.

Neteyam’s chest rumbled against Y/N as he began humming a tune, and then it hit her like a train.

It was the same song from the movie this morning. Of the two people slow dancing into the night, bathed in light as they embraced in one of the most intimate forms of love.

Y/N gave Neteyam a goofy, toothy grin, letting herself pick up on the tune. She accidentally stepped on the taller man’s toes with a quick apology, which he didn’t even adnowledge. He removed one hand from her hip, placing a tender brush of his palm against her cheek. The two stared at each other, a newfound appreciation and respect for one another.

After all they’d been through, they finally made it.

After many nights of tears, pain, uncertainty, the two young Na’vi never crumbled under pressure.

They two could now live comfortably as one, just as Eywa had planned all along.

Neteyam planted a soft kiss on Y/N’s lips. It was delicate, like an insect’s wings, and they sat there just long enough to feel her warm skin against his. Between the two, kissing was their way of showing gratitude, respect, appreciation. From light pecks on the forehead every morning to more intense, intimate touching, the vulnerability the two shared with each other was a sensuous joining of souls, regardless of which body they housed.

Y/N pulled away first, flashing an innocent smile with wide eyes. “Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.”

He breathed out, resting his forehead against hers as they continued swaying in a sloppy rhythm. The Pandorian wildlife was their personal symphony, playing the two lovebirds a one-of-a-kind tune. He rested his hands behind her back, just under her braided queue.

For the first night in years, Neteyam could finally breathe. Here, in this moment, on this perfect night, he had the most incredible women in his arms. He though about this night for many, many eclipses, wondering if they’d even make it this far. There were too many nights where he couldn’t sleep, only focusing on the frail human girl’s lumber some breathing. For the longest time, she couldn’t even walk out of her room without stopping to breathe, leaning against the doorframe as Neteyam rushed to her side to return her back to bed.

But now, she was here, standing on her own two feet, in this body much stronger than she ever was. She took in the air around her with no effort, no more tears of pain or fear of not waking up to see the next day. She was here, she was beautiful, she was alive. With him.

And he would make sure to keep it that way for as long as they lived.

“Oel ngati kameie, Y/N.”

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4milly · 2 years ago

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dnd. |r.r|

dnd is a thing yk…but what’s the fun in that?

warnings: public sex? (not really), overstimulation, poor use of present and past tense (some journalism major i am)

parings: dom!roman x black!reader

“Ah!” You let out a screech as Roman leaned forward bracing himself on the back of your thighs; your knees pushed up to your chest, his rough hands gripping your calves.

“There you are baby. Give me another one, shit!“

You slid your freshly babydoll pink nails down his back sharply, creating scratches—you knew he’d kill you for that.

You clenched around his cock, feeling the intensity of the vein thumping against your spot as he pushed in and out of you. You were ready to coat his cock in another sheer layer of cum for the 3rd time tonight. Wet sounds bouncing off the walls as he pummeled in your soaked pussy. You became overheated at the sensations quickly rushing over your body. Roman paused his pounding and swiveled his hips in circles, letting you feel all of him.

“Fuck, baby…” You softly whimpered at the motion

“You ready to cum all over me? Hm, baby? You’re gonna f—“

Roman’s voice was stopped by the sound of your phone ringing. He let out a grunt of annoyance into your ear as he halted his movements. “Who the fuck is calling you right now?”

You barely heard him as your chest rose and fell quickly. After a moment you blinked and realized your phone was ringing on the charger.

“Who cares? It’ll stop. C’mere.” You softly giggled, reaching up, smashing your lips to his

Roman waited a small second before starting his rapid thrust up again. He pounded into your tight pussy making you submit to him all over again. Each time he pulled out, your walls welcomed him back, clenching around him.

“Yesss!” You cried out “You feel so good! Don’t stop! Oh my god!”

“I gotchu, baby girl. You feel so fuckin’ good. Look at that sweet pussy milking me. She knows exactly who she belongs to.” He growled into your ear pushing her knees near her head.

You let out a mewl feeling his girth stretch out your pussy, working overtime to drag out another creamy gush of your wetness all over his cock, “Ah! I’m cu—“

Roman’s movements falter at the sound of your phone ringing once again. “What the fuck?” He panted feeding you soft thrust, the tightness in your belly slowly unfolding

You reached over and picked up your phone to see your bestfriend, Chantel, calling you. Your thumb hovered over the end call button, prepared to get back to your man.

“Answer it.” His voice deepens from his chest, you look up at him with a dazed expression. His face held a smirk and mischievous expression. Ready to deny him he presses the green circular button for you

He hooks his muscled arms under your legs, yanking you towards him, making you fall back to the pillow. His eyes darted toward the phone urging you to speak.

“H-Hello?” You breathlessly respond as Roman slid back in, the wetness from your cunt making it inviting.

Roman starts out with a slow thrust into your pussy before throwing your right leg over his shoulder and spreading eagle your other one.

“Bitch! You’ll never believe what I just found out—“

Chantel begins to ramble about the latest gossip about someone at work, as you use your free hand to cover your mouth. You felt screams arise from your throat, and you struggled to be quiet. Roman’s deep stare burning into your soul as he continued to plummet into your dripping, over-stimulated, pussy. Never afraid to take all of him, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Look at how much of a slut you are for my fuckin’ cock. All that fucking cream dripping onto me. Even while you’re on the phone, baby. Tell your friend about how good i’m fucking you. How good you lay back and take my cock in those guts.” He praises lowly

“And I proceeded to tell the bitch, mind her own business. The fuck I want with her man? Like he isn’t our boss or some shit.” Chantel raves, reminding you she’s still in ear shot.

And also about to absentmindedly witness you have the orgasm of your life.

“Anyways, why didn’t you answer the phone? Where’s your mannnnnn?” Chantel dragged out.

While Chantel adored Roman. how could she not? He did everything for you. He loved her bestfriend more than his next breath. He spoiled you to the coil, treated you like his queen, but currently she was being a pain in your ass. and so was the man currently thrusting in and out your soaking cunt, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Clearly, your man has no chill to be fucking you while you were on the phone.

Your mouth opened on a silent gasp as your back arched off the bed, a warm wetness squirting out your cunt, coating Roman’s cock in another sheer layer. You gripped your phone, surely enough you thought you’d break it.

“Ah! I’m cumming, Roman! Oh my god baby! Yes!” You squealed as Roman fucked you through your orgasm, still pumping you soft thrust, your leg shaking over his shoulder.

You briefly saw Roman’s face before dawning out into your euphoric bliss. A look of pure accomplishment.

arrogant bastard.

“You two are fuckin? Seriously? Put your phone on DND next time. Ugh!”

#roman empire #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns head cannon #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe one shot #roman reigns headcanons #roman reigns headcanon #wwe superstars #wwe oneshot #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe

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semiweirdshipper · 2 years ago

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Killers' with a reader during bath time. Non-binary reader.

Warnings: Nudity. Non-sexual romance. Implied kissing and touching.

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Jason

Most of the time Jason hates baths or anything to do with water. But if you're in it with him? Then he can compromise.

He always sits up straight and still in the warm tub, his mask off and body bare before you, completely vulnerable. He doesn't like to move because the water scares him, so he settles for watching you as you go about creating bubbles and adding scented oils to the tub. It's pleasant and he enjoys it.

Jason likes to touch you for reassurance that you won't let him drown. A hand on your shoulder, knee, arm or waist; he just likes knowing that you're there for him. Some times he might even pull you into his lap and just hold you for a while, bask in your safe and loving presence.

He loves it when you wash him. During bath time, Jason gives you all the wheels while he sits back and watches. When you use the soft, suddy loofah to scrub his body, it's utter bliss and makes him feel good. Your praise is an added bonus too, making him gladly submit his body in any way you wanted.

He gets transfixed on your bath products. Is that a glitter bath bomb? Whoa. Colored bath beads? Can you use purple? He loves purple. Seeing the water turn purple and glittery will have his adorable eyes going wide in awe. Just look at the water, (y/n), it's magical. You're amazing.

He's a good boy and he'll want to return the favor by washing you. His big hands will scrub every inch of you, making sure that you're nice and clean. Seeing your blissed out expression when he scrubs your back and head makes him happy. He's glad you're enjoying yourself.

The best way to end is by holding you close for a while, feeling your body pressed against his as he held you in his arms. With you around, Jason loved the water.

Wesker

Wesker's preference when it comes to baths is strictly to lay back, submerge himself into the hot water and relax. After a long day at work, relaxing is all he wants to do.

Most of the time Wesker lays back and watches you in your place between his legs as you pour in muscle relaxing Epsom salt and night-time bubble bath. So considerate. You were always thinking about his well-being, and he loved it.

He enjoys listening to you as you blab about your day- shows you had watched, things you had cleaned, ideas you had hatched, ect... Your innocence is a refreshment to him and it makes him feel a type of happiness that his job just can't mimic.

When it comes to you washing your own body, Wesker absolutely loved to watch. Seeing your wet body move around as you covered it with glistening suds was beyond enamoring to him. Some times he would even ask you to stand up and wash yourself, give him the full view so that he could admire every inch of you.

He's not really one to care for childish bath products but he does get a kick out of how much you enjoy them. Seeing you get excited over a new box of assorted bath bombs- which he totally didn't order for you by the way!- he just adores how excited you get. And that same excitement transfers to the bath whenever you happily go to try out your new water toys.

Bath massages. Oh, there's nothing better. Feeling your wet hands press against his tense, sore muscles was utter ecstacy. Expect lots of groans because he was a very knotted up man, and he tends to make loud noises when you work out those knots with your expert, caring hands. God, you had no idea how much he loved you.

To settle the end, Wesker likes to pull your body on top of his and have you lay against him for a while. Submerged wet cuddles? Yes please.

Frank

Oh God... Frank is an absolute child when it comes to the bathtub. Because he was deprived of such innocent luxuries throughout his childhood years, he can't help but to enjoy the opportunity to have fun in the bathtub with you.

Expect everything that was Satan's equivalent of a bathroom mess nightmare pack. Bath bombs, water guns, water crayons, colored bath beads, bubble bath. Everything! He had it all- it's actually kind of cute going to the store with him because he always wanted to check out the bath stuff. Don't tease him though or he'll get frumpy.

Frank loves playing games, so get out those fucking water crayons, baby. If you weren't ever scared of him before, then you should be now, because you are his human canvas. Come on, scoot closer, he wants to draw a heart on your cheek- news flash! It's actually a miniature penis. Let's not forget a colored beard to match!

You can't escape him.

Ever heard of bathtub roulette? Of course you have. It's where you fill the gun with soapy water, play a game of tic-tac-toe, and whoever loses gets a shot of soapy water in the face. Ouch if your eyes get hit.

Despite his childishness, Frank does love relaxing and holding you close. Your legs intertwined as he held your face and kissed your lips? Oh, he could do it for hours, even after the water was freezing cold. You're his gorgeous, beloved angel, and he was never letting you go.

Ending a bath with Frank is less romantic than you probably want to believe because there's a lot of cleaning up to do. And yes, he is childish enough to run away naked so that he doesn't have to take responsibility. Lucky you.

Michael

Talk about a statue. During bath time, this man is a brick wall. Like always, he sits at his end of the tub with that very neutral, monotonous look on his face.

Michael isn't against baths. Not at all. In fact he finds them very interesting and fun- except for that time he accidentally ate a "bath treat". Yeah, he knew it was a miniature bar of soap, but why in the hell was it shaped exactly like a gummy bear!?

He finds himself fixated on whatever you're doing. Michael and you have a deep understanding of each other, and he appreciates how you show and explain to him what all kinds of new products you had bought. A double loofah with a rainbow handle? Cute. Colored foam soap? Expect a beard.

Michael loves, loves, loves his rubber ducky collection. Every time he takes a bath with you, he carefully sets each of his duckies in the water one at a time. He may not show it, but every time you gifted him a new rubber ducky, he mentally flies over the roof.

And he feels the same kind of excitement with surprise bath bombs that have little toys hidden inside. Those were his favorite. So far he had some sharks, some dinosaurs, a pearl ring, and a bunny. It was just so fun watching the bath bombs dissolve and reveal an adorable item from all the magical colors within.

He gets frumpy when you try to wash yourself. Michael is very protective and caring of you and he likes to take care of you himself, and that means scrubbing and washing your body. You can't deny... It feels really, really nice.

Seeing your relaxed, sleepy face is the perfect end to a perfect bath for him.

Jeffrey

Lazy. Completely and utterly lazy. Depending on the day, baths with Jeffrey could either be very lively or very boring.

Prepare to find yourself squished between his legs at the front of the tub by the faucet, because Jeffrey practically prides himself in taking up most of the space. He chuckles a lot, teasing you and squeezing you between his legs, tickling you with his toes. He loves it when you get all frustrated and defensive, and yet you're still helplessly squished/trapped.

He thinks it's cute when you get on your knees and lean against his belly, your faces closer together so that you can talk, hold hands and caress each other's faces. Your so damn adorable, he could just eat you up.

One of his favorite things, though, is when you slather yourself up with oil. Oh yes. There's nothing Jeffrey loves more than seeing your gorgeous body glistening smooth and slippery. He enjoyed sitting back, licking his lips while watching you languidly touch yourself. It drove him mad.

After enjoying the show you put on, Jeffrey would sit up and touch you himself, squeezing and rubbing different parts of your body for as long as he pleased. Remember, he's obsessed with soft things, and when your body is oiled up it becomes prominent that he worshipped you for hours.

Some times Jeffrey's insecurities got to him, however, and he would refuse taking a bath with you. It took lots of lovin, gentle coaxing and praise, but you always won him over with your caring words and amazing acceptance. How could he ever ask for anyone better?

Ending a bath with Jeffrey usually involved lots of loving touches and cuddles, for you are his and he is yours.

Herman

The ultimate God of baths? Look no further than Herman Carter.

This man is unbelievably romantic and will have you wait in your bedroom until he has the perfect set-up created. Like a king/queen walking the red carpet, you would be presented with everything abundantly cheesy and romantic.

Dim lights, scented candles, freakin rose petals- all of it you would follow until you arrived at the bathroom where Herman lay beautifully naked and submerged in the bubbly tub, waiting for you.

Herman smiles at you and beckons you closer, enjoying the sight of you getting undressed right before his eyes. You're clumsiness while getting into the tub with him amuses him and fills him with fondness and joy. He loves spoiling you like this.

During bath time, Herman loves pulling you close and cradling you against him, his lips kissing whatever happened to be in reach- your lips, your face, the back of your neck, or your shoulders. He loved worshipping your body for every second that it was touching him.

Lots and lots of touching. Herman treats your body like it's made out of gold. Constantly he touches you, fondles you and massages you. Praise drips from his lips as he pulls you back against him and rubs his big, calloused hands up and down your chest. You're so beautiful, (y/n), and you're his.

Herman loves taking baths with you because it gives him the opportunity to be intimate under a new light. He got to spoil you, wash you, worship your body and make you feel good. Your happiness was all he needed to make himself happy.

Even though he doesn't want the bath to end, when it does, Herman rinses you off, helps you out and dries you off. Oh, don't think that just because the bath is over he still doesn't have a lot left to give.

#dead by daylight fanfiction #slashers #reader insert #killers x reader #frank morrison x reader #jason voorhees x reader #albert wesker x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #bath time #can be read as platonic or romantic #slasher fanfiction

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marvelmusing · 2 years ago

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All I can think about right now is like any Ben Barnes character during their rut as an Alpha. Like omg would I want to be their mate.

This wasn’t a request but you said any character, and my mind went to all the characters so I ended up writing a little something for most of them. Enjoy?

Characters: Alpha!Aleksander Morozova, Alpha!Logan Delos, Alpha!Billy Russo, Alpha!Benjamin Greene (all x fem!omega!reader)

Warnings [18+]: typical a/b/o themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, smidge of primal play for Billy, dirty talk, bit of degradation from Aleksander, hint of spanking for Logan.

Aleksander Morozova

“You should rest.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your words fall on deaf ears as Aleksander rifles through the papers on his desk, stalking into his bedroom to search for a particular document.

The meeting concluded several minutes ago but the palpable tension has yet to be cleared from the air. Aleksander is ignoring his rut, a terrible habit of his, which subjects everyone around him to the tantalising smell of his frustration and arousal.

Almost all the omegas in the meeting ended up excusing themselves, their heats triggered by Aleksander’s scent. It’s taking everything in you not to submit to him yourself.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up, the veins in his forearms bulging, and his hair is loose and ruffled. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and the urge to lick it seizes you. Clenching your jaw shut, you cross your arms as you stand in the doorway watching him.

“General.”

He doesn’t look up at you, but the tension in his shoulders seems to tighten.

“What happened to docile little omegas?” he remarks bitingly. Keeping your voice coy and soft, you cock your head aside, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Would you like me to be docile, sir?”

Turning his head, Aleksander locks eyes with you, his gaze flickering down to the curve of your neck where his mating mark is on display against your pulse. He growls lowly, striding towards you and grasping onto your waist.

He spins you, pushing you down onto the bed with his teeth bared. A hand closes around your throat, pining you to the mattress as he leans over you.

“You little minx.”

Mischief sparkles in your eyes and Aleksander huffs out a small laugh. Then, much to your disappointment, he releases you. Instantly, you place your hand over his, guiding it back to your throat.

“You don’t need to hide this from me, Aleksander. I can take it, I promise.”

There’s hesitation in his eyes. As your mate, he is always so attentive during your heat, but when it comes to his rut he ignores his own urges to stop himself from hurting you.

Hooking your leg around his waist, you stroke your calf down the side of his body.

“Please, alpha. I’m here for you. Use me.”

His gaze darkens, the blackness filling his eyes is your only warning before you’re flipped over onto your stomach. The ripping sting of fabric brushes against your skin as he tears the clothing from your body.

Scrambling, you prop yourself onto your knees for him. Then he pushes himself inside you. Being around him all day has ensured that you’re wet enough to take him so suddenly but there’s still a twinge of pain that simmers delightfully under your skin.

Aleksander groans loudly in relief, his breathing sharp against your back as he presses his forehead into the space between your shoulder blades.

His finger dig into your hips, nails biting into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his hips slaps hard against your cheeks, the force of his fucking reverberating through your body relentlessly.

Filthy words of appraisal and sweet degrading remarks all jumbled into an almost incoherent mess begin to stream from his lips. Every word you do manage to hear through your shared moans and gasps sends a jolt of pleasure through your abdomen.

Sweet little mate. Perfect cunt. Tight and hot and wet. Like a common whore. Can you hear it, omega? Such a good omega. So good for me. Mine. All mine. You belong to me.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder as you clench around his cock, his tongue traces over the mark left there lapping up the hot smear of blood that is blossoming to the surface. Then he bites again. His nails scratch over your thighs, leaving raised lines in their wake.

Drool slips from your lips, soaking the sheets as you surrender completely to Aleksander’s pursuit of pleasure.

He turns your head, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck as he pushes his knot inside you. Both of you hiss at the feeling. The stretch burns through your body, driving everything except Aleksander from your mind.

All Aleksander can think of it how tightly you’re gripping his knot. Everything else, the frustration that had been under his skin since yesterday morning, the heavy tension in his muscles, the overwhelming pressure in his chest, it’s all gone.

His climax is within reach and he jerks his hips forwards frantically as he chases his pleasure. Mindlessly, his fingers rub against your clit, hurtling you towards your own peak. He growls, teeth clenched hard as he breathes in your scent.

His nose nudges against the mating mark on your throat and your scent sharpens. As soon as you hit your climax, it triggers Aleksander’s own release and the two of you groan and succumb to pleasure instantaneously.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt sends a shiver down Aleksander’s spine, the heat of his spend inside you soothing his more primal instincts. Now that he’s sated, all he wants is your affection.

But his knot is still inside you, and will remain so for a few more minutes.

He shifts uncomfortably, attempting not hold himself up with his forearms and not crush you with his weight.

“I’ve remembered what I dislike about this position,” he says quietly, to which you hum in response. “I can’t hold you properly,” he adds with a small huff of frustration.

A soft laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you, Sasha,” you whisper with a smile.

His fingertips trace lightly over your back, featherlight when he reaches the marks already blooming over your skin and the tiny drops of dried blood.

“I’ve made quite the mess of you.”

“Good,” you say, your voice muffled by your pillow. “It’ll remind them all who I belong to.”

A deep rumble emanates from the back of his throat and he nuzzles his face against your back. His perfect little mate - you always know what to say to him.

Guilt still settles in his stomach, at the thought of hurting you, especially with the desperate need for your affection growing in his chest.

Once he pulls out of you, he’s being tugged into your arms. He settles himself against your chest as you lean back into the pillows propped next to the dark oak headboard. Aleksander tilts his head, his temple pressed against your cheek, and you kiss his face gently.

He heaves out a sigh and you can feel the last of the tension leave his body as you curl your arms around him fully. Aleksander curls his hands around each of your forearms to ensure you won’t let go of him.

Quietly, you hum an Old Ravkan tune he had taught you, occasionally licking affectionately at the mating mark on his neck or nipping playfully at the shell of his ear.

Aleksander’s eyes flutter closed and his breathing grows steady but he doesn’t fall sleep. Such a state of relaxation is rare for him.

“I love you,” he breathes out softly. “You’re everything to me.”

Logan Delos

“Welcome home, alpha.”

Logan halts at the entrance to your shared bedroom. He tilts his head back, groaning through a grin as he palms his hand over his bulge.

“God I fucking love you.”

He tugs at his belt, his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his suit trousers as he stares down at you.

The bedcovers have been discarded onto the floor, giving the two of you optimum space to play with one another. Somehow, you must have known his rut was about to begin, because you’re already in position with your legs spread wide, glistening cunt on display.

He tosses his belt onto the floor, discarding his trousers and shrugging off his jacket and shirt. His scent, like fresh orange juice and sun lotion has your teeth aching for a bite of him.

His dark eyes lock onto your cunt as he reaches the foot of the bed, crawling over the mattress towards you. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he drinks in the sight and smell of his mate.

Logan nuzzles his face against your thigh, a whine catching in your throat as his rough facial hair scratches at your sensitive skin. He bites down, pearly white teeth creating a bruising mark there, claiming your most intimate parts as his once again.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, aching to be inside you. Logan has never had much patience, though his love of teasing seems to be overruling his own need.

He continues to nip and bite at your thighs, mouthing sloppy kisses and tracing his tongue over his favourite spots - the ones that make you squirm the most.

Logan loves toying with you. There’s nothing better to him. He can smell your frustration and can see your need dripping down onto the sheets. Despite the effects of his rut that are slowing beginning to settle into his system, he’s tempted to continue torturing you.

Sweat glosses over your skin, you’ve thoroughly wound yourself up. Before Logan arrived, you had done your best to fantasise about your alpha to ensure that you would be wet enough to take him the moment he arrived home.

Knowing Logan, you should have known he would surprise you like this.

He kisses his way up your body, leaving bites and settling his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers press into your skin, preventing any sort of squirming. His strength always catches you off guard.

Logan’s teeth scrape delicately over your hardened nipple and you whine pitifully. Chest heaving, you whimper when he laps at your breasts with a delighted expression on his face.

His arousal begins to smear over your thighs as he nestles himself between them.

Eyes darkening, he grins wickedly before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside with one smooth motion. Gritting your teeth, you moan loudly. His grin sharpens, teeth flashing as he hisses at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock.

He pulls out, only to slam his hips back down against yours, setting a punishing pace that has you both panting against one another’s mouths. Logan kisses you frantically, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue as you consume one another.

Nails digging into his shoulders, you scramble for some sense of balance as he removes your ability to do anything except take what he gives you. He bites down on your lip, sucking on the bruised flesh when you whimper.

In retaliation, you reach down to his backside, giving him ass cheek a squeeze to encourage him deeper inside you. His vigour increases, spurred on by your touch, and you can’t resist giving him a small swat on the ass.

His hand locks around your throat, squeezing lightly, and you grin at one another as you clench around him. He growls at the feeling, teeth flashing as he increases his pace as he fucks you.

Crying out his name, you feel the steady spiral of pleasure begin to swoop in your stomach. Frantically you jerk your hips against his, weak little thrusts in an attempt to match his own enthusiasm. Both of you grasp at one another, nails biting into flesh.

He tips his head back, baring his neck, and you sink your teeth into his throat without a second thought. He spills inside you, the hot spray of his release immediately sending your body hurtling into your own climax with a frightening speed.

He swears loudly at the feeling of your cunt twitching around his sensitive cock. Both of you moan at the sensations running through you as bliss soaks into your bodies. Logan collapses on top of you with a dramatic huff and a groan, which makes you giggle.

His smile is bright at the sound of your laughter, as he lifts his head up from the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” he says lightly. His parents weren’t the best example of a mated couple but you’re too tired to argue properly with him. So you poke him.

“Shut up and let me be here for you,” you mumble.

He smiles widely.

Billy Russo

He’s surprised his glass hasn’t shattered in his hand. Billy takes a slow swallow of the chilled liquid, relishing the coolness on his tongue in contrast to the heat that is burning underneath his loose swim shorts.

The summer heat certainly isn’t helping the feeling of his oncoming rut, and neither is the sight of you in that ridiculously tiny bikini.

He watches from his place at the bar as you lounge on one of the sun-beds by the pool. One leg lying along the length of the lounger whilst the other is folded with your ankle tucked beneath the knee of your extended leg.

Billy knows the bite marks on your thighs are visible to everyone, his claim on you made obvious for anyone who looks at you. He watches as you drape your arm over your forehead to shield your face from the sun.

He can see your eyes are closed, you must be dozing lightly. Downing the rest of his drink, he tosses a wad of notes onto the bar top before he stalks towards you.

“Billy?” you mumble, your words thick with near sleep as you register a shadow over you.

As you inhale his scent, sticky vanilla like melted ice cream, a thrum of arousal runs through you in response.

Lifting your head, you meet his darkened eyes immediately as he towers over you.

“Alpha?”

A growl rumbles in his chest.

“We’re leaving,” he demands.

If there weren’t so many people around, you might have given him some resistance, and he would throw you over his shoulder. The two of you like to playing into your more primal instincts during Billy’s rut.

He grips the steering wheel hard through the entire drive home. The windows are rolled down fully so that he can concentrate on the road without the combination of your scents distracting him.

When you finally reach the small villa Billy had rented for the summer, he breathes a sigh of relief. He leans over the console of the car, grasping the back of your head to meet his lips in an all-consuming kiss.

By the time he withdraws from you, your chest is heaving, your lips swollen and slick with his saliva.

Some of the tension leaves Billy’s shoulders as you step inside the air-conditioned villa. Cool marble floor against his bare feet as he slips his shoes off.

He slips his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his body. He rolls his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing against your practically bare ass cheeks. He nips at the mating mark on your neck and you whine.

“I’m gonna go make a drink,” he murmurs lowly against your ear. His mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of your throat and his scent is addictive. “You are gonna go hide for me.”

A delighted shiver rolls down your spine. You love it when Billy is playful like this. Hiding always spikes your arousal, waiting in anticipation for your Alpha to find you.

It’s even better when he’s close to is rut, because he smells so delicious and his words are always so tempting when he tries to convince you to come out of hiding.

Once he does find you, it’s likely he’ll let you slip through his fingers to initiate a little chase around the villa. Billy will know the floor plan by heart, after all he bought this place, and will follow your scent like the predator he is.

“Yes, alpha,” you whisper.

Tugging at the strings of your bikini, you allow the fabric to slip down onto the floor as you take a few meandering steps away from your alpha. He groans at the sight of you, breathing in a deep inhale as he seeks to control himself.

With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you walk slowly, waiting until he’s out of sight before you begin to move quickly. If you ran off immediately, Billy would have been too tempted to chase. Spoiling your fun before it can even begin.

Now all you need to do is hide.

Benjamin Greene

“Benji?” you mumble, blinking tiredly as you wake.

His mouth moves leisurely over your neck, nosing at the mating mark just under your ear. His tongue traces over the mark, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry, love. Just need your sweet little cunt for a few minutes. That alright with you?”

The air is thick with his comforting scent, shortbread biscuits and old book pages, curling around you like a blanket. His cock is hard against your stomach and you can already guess that his rut has arrived early.

Humming contentedly, you nod in consent, your eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Just relax, my omega.”

He sucks lightly on your earlobe and a soft moan catches in your throat, even as your awareness begins to drift a little. Benjamin’s low groan as he breathes in your scent brings you back to reality a little, making you aware of the need threading through your body.

“It’s alright, love,” he soothes, though there’s a strained quality to his voice as the sheets rustle. The heat of the summer has meant you’ve both forgone clothing tonight. “Just going to fill you up for a while.”

He continues to mouth sleepily at your neck, paying extra attention to the mating mark almost subconsciously. Hooking one of your legs over his hip, he sinks his cock into you. Eyes fluttering closed, you moan quietly as he rocks his hips subtly to adjust his position.

“Benji,” you whisper. He hushes you.

“Go back to sleep, love. This is all I need for now.”

Benjamin is rock hard inside you when you wake at sunrise.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you breathe in the heavy scent of your alpha in the midst of his rut. There’s a small frown creasing at his dark brows, no doubt a result of his aching cock and the urge to help ease his discomfort fills your chest.

His skin is flushed, a pretty pink dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, which you immediately collect with your tongue. He hums quietly in his sleep, hips shifting upwards. His dark hair is ruffled adorably and there’s a small pout on his lips.

Slowly, you roll your hips forward against his. The spark of friction you gain is enough of an incentive for you to continue, even though Benji’s pleasure is what you’re really searching for.

Benjamin stirs a little when you turn him over onto his back and he begins to wake as you straddle his hips, sliding up and down leisurely over his cock, your hands splayed over his chest. He groans deeply as his lashes flutter open, revealing his dark eyes filled with unbridled need.

He presses his head back into the pillows, showing off the expanse of his throat as he sighs in pleasure.

“Alpha,” you whisper against his neck, licking at the mating mark there. “Let me take care of you, please?”

His hands settle on your thighs, warm palms squeezing the soft skin there gently in encouragement. He murmurs praises quietly under his breath as you roll your hips against his taking him deeper.

Sweat glosses over his bare chest and you lick a pathway down his collarbones and across his pectorals, hands smoothing affectionately over his soft stomach where his muscles are tensing rapidly.

His hips jerk forward mindlessly and with gritted teeth you nestle your body firmly against his, easing his knot into your slick entrance. He gasps sharply, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his knot and hardened cock.

“Relax, Benji,” you soothe him. “I’ve got you. Please, alpha. Want you to fill me up.”

Sleeping inside you for most of the night has made him sensitive to your touch, not to mention how much energy his rut always takes out of him. Slick smears over your thighs, making a thorough mess of the two of you.

Grinding against one another, Benjamin places his palm on the small of your back, meeting each of your thrusts with a lazy one of his own. Panting and moaning into one another’s mouths, you kiss with a burning intensity that has you clenching uncontrollably around him.

He chokes on a groan, pressing himself hard against you as tears prickle in your eyes. His pubic bone catches against your clit, providing a dizzying burst of pleasure that thrums beneath your skin and you begin to chant his name in a low whisper.

“Benji, my alpha, please.”

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, tugging on the sensitive skin as you tip over the edge. Bliss floods through your body as you climax, and soon he’s spilling inside you with a low moan.

Collapsing onto his chest, you hum at the pleasurable feeling of being filled to the brim by your alpha. He strokes his hands over your back, easing the aching muscles there as you both catch your breath.

“Thank you, omega. You were perfect, my love.”

Contentment warms in your chest at the thought of pleasing your alpha. His rut is by no means over, but this was certainly a pleasant start.

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the walls are thin - ch8

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch8 | EPILOGUE [masterlist]

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sight is the last sense to come to you.

first, it’s the touch of the grip on your waist; it’s the sensation that stirs you awake. it’s tight around you, strong and tense as if any sort of laxity would cause you to slip out of it. your bare back is pressed up against a beating chest and you’re surrounded by warmth.

then it’s the smell, that familiarly clean scent that isn’t just in front of you, soft blankets bunched up underneath the side of your head, it’s behind you, it’s under you, it’s above you, weaved within the fabric of the sheets and wafting off of the skin that’s all around you.

the sound is apparent next, introduced softly, gradually, tiny piece by tiny piece like an hourglass that only lets one grain of sand through at a time, and then a constant in your ears, not overwhelming or loud, but there. the inhale and exhale, tiny breaths of air that could barely make a candle flicker. the soft hum of the fan, the faintest chirping of birds, the rustling of the covers.

then it’s taste, an unfamiliar one lingering on your lips, heavy on your tongue. it’s almost jarring at first, this foreign, though not unwelcome, taste that you can’t quite put your finger on. it causes you to stir a bit more than the rest of the realizations, not as steady or recognized or easy. the second that you move to turn over, body already in motion, everything’s already come rushing back.

you remember every single event from last night and the taste becomes just another sense that you get to file under familiar and comforting.

your eyes flutter open, blink a few soft times, and then remain half-lidded as you take in the scene in front of you. all of atsumu’s features rendered gentle, peaceful from this blissful sleep he’s found himself in, his bangs covering his eyes in a way that doesn’t really bother him in the state he’s in, lips slightly parted, jaw lax, soft pink on his cheeks from your body heat and the mountain of covers, eyelashes flittering as you let out a surprised exhale at just how incredible he looks right now.

sure, all five of your senses are important, but you would give up the remaining four if it meant being able to see this every morning.

part of you is begging to wake him up, to talk about last night, to talk about what it all means, to hear his voice again, to ask if you can kiss him again, to kiss him again, but another part of you thinks… what’s the rush? why not just lay here for a few more minutes?

you extend your arm out, let it fall against the small dip of his waist, curl your fingers against his lower back, and pull yourself closer. you bow your head into his chest. forehead resting against his heart, you can feel every single beat like a metronome. and then sleep takes you once more, no longer kicking and screaming, but happily submitting this time.

sight is the last thing that comes to atsumu.

first, it’s the sound of your muttering, something delicate that he can’t make out, but his brain implores him to be awake for. he answers back on instinct, questioning hum leaving his throat that does not get any real response from you, just another lovingly sweet, definitely unintelligible babble.

then it’s the touch, your hair tickling his bare chest, the pressure that he can feel on his entire body, wherever you are against him. it’s the tiny movements of your skin against his, brushing up and snuggling into, the tiny breeze of his fan, your breath on his chest.

the taste is apparent next, swallowing gently once he realizes why his mouth tastes like that, a blush rising to his cheeks and a gratitude spreading through his body when it doesn’t go away. he wants to lean down and kiss you again and again, stockpile on the taste of you so he never has to be without it.

then it’s smell, yours, everywhere, head right under his nose, he recognizes it instantly. he wonders how long it will be stained in his sheets, how many times he’ll have to have you around before he, god forbid, gets used to it. it’s fresh and perfumey, not overwhelming, but not too subtle.

he pulls you closer, opens his eyes when you make another adorable noise, looks down at you pressed into his chest, cheek smushed against him, and he curses under his breath, “fuck.” because he wasn’t ready for you to look this good and he doesn’t normally get up this late and he might have disturbed you with how fast his heart is beating at the sight and this has now set an expectation of how he wants to wake up every morning.

he leans down and presses a small kiss onto the top of your head, digs his fingers into your hip as he does so, and he wants to feel bad, really, he does, when you stir awake in his arms, slight confusion immediately dissipating and being replaced with complete comfort, but you reach your fist up to rub the sleep out of your eye and you close one eye because the light peaking through the shitty school blinds is so bright and you run your hand over your hair before looking up at him with groggy eyes, and he refuses to feel bad for anything that has resulted in a sight like this one.

“good mornin, pretty,” he says, voice rumbling against your palm on his chest.

it takes a few moments for you to process your surroundings fully and he’s patient as you navigate through these waking senses. atsumu is just watching you, eyes following the changing emotions on your features.

wow, he looks good.

you have a million thoughts on your mind, all racing to get out of your mouth first, and the one that wins amidst your worries and adorations is, “what time is it?”

“barely 11,” he answers after looking at the alarm clock on his side table. “but it’s a sunday, you can’t have anywhere to be right now.”

you turn on your back and he leans forward to maintain the closeness he had before, chest and head hovering overtop of you. all you can see is him, that gorgeously genuine, absolutely beaming smile, amber eyes filled with fondness. you pick your head up and press a kiss whenever it lands (the tiniest bit of the corner of his upturned lips and the cheek beside).

“‘m not asking so i can rush out of here,” you explain, hands reaching up, fingers outstretched as they part his messy hair. you move closer to him, shoulder pressing into his stomach. his hair is velvety, tangled, feels so nice in between your fingers and fist. “i did this,” you mutter under your breath as you smooth out matted clumps on the back of his head.

even at this angle, hovering above you, shielded from the light, you can see the blush that rises to his cheeks. “you did,” he mumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips into yours.

you put your hands over top of his, sliding them with yours down your sides, fingers skimming over the purplish marks in the lows of your hips. “and you did this,” you breathe, hips shying away from his touch as he puts a bit of pressure on the bruises.

he kisses the side of your cheek, down your face, along your jaw. he speaks into your neck, “and you know what else you did?”

“what’s that?” you ask, letting his fingers play with the maltreated skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers clasped at the base.

“maybe move your hands a bit lower,” he suggests. he skims his lips over your sensitive skin, breathes coolly over your collarbones.

you listen, hands migrating down his back and you feel it instantly. the second your fingertips come into contact with the deep scratches, he pulls away to see your reaction. he watches your eyes go wide, face on fire, apology about to leave your lips, but he leans down and kisses it away.

“holy shit,” you say under your breath, fingers tracing the scratches down, moving left and right to find (very easily) different ones. “oh my god,” you say in disbelief still as you claw your hand, letting your fingernails ghost over the scabbed over scratches. when your nail gets a bit too close to his skin, it reopens the mark and causes atsumu to wince. “m so sorr-.”

“don’t be,” he says, steady in your hands now. “ts a nice reminder that last night actually happened.” he leans down again and kisses your neck. you’re so grateful for the closeness, linking your hands behind his back and pulling him deeper into you.

“what? do you normally have dreams like that?” you tease.

he lets out a light laugh. “yea,” he jokes (or maybe not), “so i can’t believe i got to actually fuck you last night.”

oh? you still don't forgive atsumu? you.. you uh? you want to be with maki instead? okay. >:) (otherwise, carry on babes)

you keep one hand on his back, pads of your fingers following the marks you made in fervor last night, and you cup his cheek with the other, guiding him softly down to you, though it doesn’t take much. he chases your touch until his lips collide with yours. you speak against them, “would you believe it if you got to do it again?”

his skin grows warm against your palm as he presses his lips into yours harder, the smallest grunt breathed into your mouth. “now?” he asks, trying, but failing, to hide the excitement in his tone.

“you said so last night,” you link your arms around his neck, pull him on top of you. his knees are on either side of your upper thigh and his skin, his touch, his warmth is everywhere. “that you would fuck me in the morning when i couldn’t get out of bed.”

his forearms are bracketing either side of your ribs and he pulls away from your kiss begrudgingly. his eyes are glued to your mouth, at whatever words are coming out, at your too-sweet expression as you keep saying things that make him melt. how do you exist? “i’m too sore to be thrown around, but i think you said something about really slow and really hard?” you ask, leaning your head to kiss his forearm, the closest place you can reach.

“you remember that?” he asks, trying to keep his composure for just a little longer.

“how could i forget?” you say, but that alone doesn’t accurately portray how your recollection of last night, “i’m not sure i’ll ever forget last night.”

he has to kiss you.

atsumu leans back down, kisses you deeper this time, to taste you and to tell you that he won’t either and to show you how he feels about you.

he pulls away, looking at you once more, joking as he says, “but not the part where you abused my poor back?”

you blush, chewing on your bottom lip thoughtfully. “actually, didn’t you tell me to?”

he laughs. “yea, told ya to go harder if you needed to,” he nudges your jaw to the side with his nose, starts to kiss down your neck, captures your collarbone between his teeth as he mumbles, “and you needed to i guess.”

“did it hurt?” you ask under your breath, just barely above a whisper, hands moving up his back and threading into his hair as he moves quickly to your chest.

he hums an affirmation against your chest, lips dragging across your tits until he captures one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip against it until it becomes hard in his mouth. he snakes his arm under your lower back, creates a pretty arch bringing your tits deeper into his mouth. you tighten your grip in his hair. it only makes him suckle harder.

“and when i need to do it again?” you ask.

he talks quickly, away for as little time as possible, but you can hear the smile in his voice, “as hard as ya want, baby.” fuck, okay, yeah, you get it. you pull him back into your tits, nodding, embarrassed, almost, at how wet you can feel yourself getting already.

it doesn’t help that you can feel him against your plush thigh, heavy growing cock resting on top of your supple skin occasionally grinding into the fat. it drags across the inside of your leg, skipping over the soft, unlubricated skin. it only takes a few rolls of his hips to smear the leaking precome from the tip and the dragging turns to gliding.

atsumu is grunting and whimpering into your chest, barely able to focus on your perfect pretty fucking tits. if he wasn’t so desperate to slip inside of your warm, tight cunt, he’d fuck your thighs until he blew his milky load all over them. his arms shake at the thought, nearly collapsing his entire body weight into you, not that you’d mind.

he moves his hips, slowly grinding closer and closer to your pussy until the underside of his cock slips between your fat lips. it’s instantly coated with your slick, so drenched that he almost slips inside without warning. he can’t see the mess he’s made between your legs, all he can see is the picture in his brain, how slick and wet and- “fuck,” he breathes.

you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers quick to play with the ends of his hair, because you just don’t know where to put all of this anticipation in your body. you slide your hands down his back, palms smoothing over the scratches, the beads of dried blood unpredictable under your soft fingertips. your touch is nearly tremors, head full with need, walls fluttering, too empty. it’s like he can read your mind.

he slides his cock between your folds, hips stuttering because he didn’t even think he’d get to fuck you one time, let alone two, and he’s not sure if this is a good idea because sure, he could’ve gotten over you if he only felt you one time. one time is enough to savor, but two? two is enough to commit to memory. two is uncharted territory. two is the start of a pattern.

two might mean three and four and five and forever.

he positions his head right against your quivering hole, fluttering so pretty, asking so nicely for him to enter you. he pushes inside, slowly, just as he promised, snapping his hips to be fully sheathed inside of you once his cock is sucked in halfway, hard, just as he promised.

your nails claw into him, not dragging, but gripping, crescent moon shaped divots adding to the visible displays of passion. you press your forehead against his shoulder, shaky breath leaving you as you shift to accommodate his girth. you feel so full, can feel the dull stretch of your tight walls giving way for his thick length. at first, you don’t remember it being that big, don’t remember feeling as speared as you do right now, but as the sensation settles in, you remember it all too well. the lingering stretch, how deep he is in your fucking guts, how perfectly your walls hug him.

he’s doing exactly as he said he would, cock pulling out of you slowly, fucking into you at the same pace save for the last few inches. his hips slap against the insides of your thighs and you can feel the sting so quickly, your body recalling all of the abuse it went through last night. he places his palm on your hip, presses the bruises into your bones, and you whimper. he almost stops, moves to pull his hand away, but you place yours on top of his, looking into his eyes, pleading to him that you can take it.

it takes only a few lazy morning thrusts for you to be crumbling underneath him. he can feel it, too. can feel how tight you’re getting, how hard you’re breathing, how sharp your nails are. “would i be an asshole if i made ya wait to cream all over my cock?” he asks, and your immediate answer is yes, of course, but you look up at him and you can see his resolve fading as well. you know exactly what he wants you to wait for and now you can’t imagine coming before him.

you shake your head no. “i’ll wait for you, baby,” you breathe like an unbound promise. his hips stutter, eyes squeeze shut, and he almost lets himself give in to the quickness of his orgasm, but he doesn’t. he’s not embarrassed or ashamed, he just wants to fuck you nice and slow for a little while longer.

the longer that he fucks you, the less he cares about the things coming out of his mouth. if you called him baby nice and sweet, he’d give you his load in a second, but he wants it to keep going, to last for even a minute longer, this wet, squelching, sticky sound that’s coming from between your thighs and the feeling that’s accompanying it, so he just keeps fucking talking, doesn’t give you a single breath to say something that will make this end too soon.

“god, yer so perfect for me” for him “so fucking perfect. swear to god if i could just fuck you forever” forever “i fucking would. if i could just be with ya” be with you “forever i fucking would. ‘ve got no idea what you’ve done to me, how you came into my life and made me fall for you” fall for you “so hard so quickly, even now ‘m still falling” still falling

the words keep spilling and you can’t breathe, hanging on to every last one, “from the moment i met ya, knew i had to have ya. n then i talked to ya and knew i had to know you, really know ya” know you “couldn’t stop thinking about you” he pauses, but not for enough time for you to reply, not that you even had a reply to give. “spring break, during spring break, couldn’t stop thinking about ya while you were gone, knew i was fucked. didn’t see anyone else, couldn’t.” couldn’t. ba-bump.

you swallow harshly, hands migrating to his hair, his face, smoothing over his cheeks, combing through his locks. you nod your head. “thank you for knowing me,” you breathe. that would’ve been enough for atsumu, something for him to carry in his heart forever, at the forefront of his mind for days until it sinks in and takes residency for the rest of his life, but you press on, pulling him down into you so he can taste your tongue and your words all at once. “you don’t have to think about anyone else anymore if you don’t want to,” you shake your head desperately, words barely choking out of your tight throat. “and i won’t think about anyone else either, just you, baby.”

he starts nodding the second that you tell him he doesn’t have to think about anyone else and he doesn’t stop as you keep babbling on. by the time baby has left your swollen lips, he’s a puddle, spilling inside of you, hips stilling, pressed flat against the insides of your abused thighs, pumping streams and streams of hot come inside of your perfect fucking pussy. you’re filling and filling and so full and you can’t stop the few tears that fall from the corners of your eyes as you come so forcefully that you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him in deeper, your stomach tight, forehead against his, alternating murmurs of baby and atsumu and tsumu as your mind goes numb, blank of anything other than him.

neither of you move. neither of you want to move. neither of you are sure that you even can. he’s still inside of you. you’re still surrounding him. his forehead slumps against your shoulder. your arms instinctually wrap around his back, holding him as close to you as you can. the sounds of the two of you breathing in time are the only thing you can hear until he breaks the constant noise, talking into your skin, “did you mean it?”

you hum a questioning noise, still trying to recover. he leans back to look at you. it takes all of the energy in his body, but he does it. “did you mean it or were you just trying to make me come?” he looks so serious that your heart skips a beat. you reach up and place a soft kiss on his nose, blush spreading from the point of contact almost immediately.

“i don’t say things i don’t mean,” you state. that’s really the only explanation that he needs.

he smiles, big, doesn’t even try to hide it. “y’know, i can’t believe you never told me that you could hear me.”

you narrow your eyes, “and i can’t believe you never thought, ‘hey, this might be loud!’”

“i can’t believe it’s taken this long for this to happen,” he admits, falling onto his side and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, snuggling into your shoulder.

“i can’t believe i just slept with you,” you admit back. he laughs at the confession and that’s okay. it’s valid at first. honestly, it comes out as a joke. or, rather, it comes up your throat as joke. the second it’s left your tongue, it feels different, heavy, wrong.

he hasn’t noticed, not yet, but you don’t blame him. you’d give a lot of things to not feel this off. “come on it, couldn’t have been that bad,” he jokes, another one loading up right behind it.

“no it- it wasn’t i just-,” you say, stuttering through your words, because you’re not trying to make this a big thing, not after the two of you have just had sex twice, but it’s weighing like a big thing.

you go to move, his arms tighten around you on instinct and you want to stay put because you’re very comfortable pressed up against him, but you’re feeling antsy now.

“no, i just,” you sit up, “i can’t believe i’ve just become another girl you’ve hooked up with.” you can’t believe that that’s just come out of your mouth, a conglomerate of fears that you’ve had since you’ve met him.

“we were different than that, i thought, closer than that.” you feel like you’re going to cry. the reason you’ve never fucked him after all this time was because you didn’t want it to end, it couldn’t end. there are a million tells in this room alone that are screaming at you that this doesn’t mean the end, but you still can’t shake it.

“you know? i think that day at the cafe was our first date,” he speaks so clearly, but you’re still confused. why is he bringing up your stupid cafe date? “but i think i should take you out properly this time?”

your stomach lurches and you can’t believe this thought is making it past your lips, “you mean like a second date?” he nods, hand bracing your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. you don’t move away. “i thought you weren’t a second date guy,” you say, cautiously.

“i’m also not a guy that usually gets walked out on because he can’t stop thinking about someone else,” he half-jokes. “can i please take you out again?” it pains you how much he’s fucking trying.

you’re quiet, not answering, slowly moving backwards until your back is flat against the bed, mulling over all that’s happened and the words that he’s said, weighing your options so carefully, accounting for any and everything that you could. him, how thoughtful he is, the note he left you when he was plant sitting, the way he steals your food, the people he’s slept with, his track record, his room, the conversation you had with his brother, meeting his friends, spring break, your text messages, the way that he smiles at you when he thinks you’re not looking, his touch, his arms, his thighs, the beat of his heart.

he rolls onto his back, a large puff of air exhaled from his lungs as he does so. he smooths his palms over his face, fingers parting his own hair, eyes squeezed shut as he exhales again into his hands. “god, you make me feel like-,” he takes another breath, sitting up this time. you get a good look at his back from this angle and if the words he were saying weren’t so important, you’d interrupt him by kissing the toned muscle all over.

“like-,” he pauses, shaking his head, turning his neck, twisting his back to face you, “i don’t even know. i can’t even describe how you make me feel.” he narrows his eyes at you like he’s thinking of the most difficult math problem and trying to solve it in his head. “i know that sounds cheesy, i know it does, but i’m serious, i’ve never felt like this before.”

you sit up with him, his face morphs into realization, a tiny moment in time that you wish you could’ve caught on a camera. it looks effortlessly difficult, a long road to get there, figuring out his feelings in real time, and yet it doesn’t come out like a question. “i love you.”

your stomach drops. you can’t breathe. “you love me?” you ask.

even without instant reciprocation, he doesn’t show an ounce of regret, not a single one. in fact, he replies quickly, even more assured this time, “i do.”

“i can’t believe you just told me that you loved me before we’ve even been on a second date,” you say because it’s the only other thing on your mind other than i’m so scared to tell you that i love you too because i’m terrified that this will all end when we both admit our feelings to one another. he breathes a laugh, nodding, a smile on his face that hasn’t left since he’s admitted it.

“what happens when school ends?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from what’s really happening, from the realization of love glowing throughout your body, “we both graduate in the fall and-”

“i’ll follow you anywhere,” he answers quickly, facing you completely now, all attention on you, eyes scanning your face, just waiting for the okay to kiss you to show you how truthful he’s being.

you keep coming up with excuses, not because you want him to agree with them, but because you want him to keep disputing them. “but you have volleyball and your own things that you’re doing and-”

he cuts you off. “i’m not doing any of that without you,” he says, pauses, and then adds, “if you’d keep me around.”

“okay,” you say, letting the air settle before reiterating, “second date it is then.” it’s the confirmation he’s been waiting for this entire time and he doesn’t hesitate in leaning forward and kissing you so hard that you fall back into the pillow again, no teeth or tongue, but just as desperate as last night and this morning.

it’s not just an okay to the date. it’s an okay to the rest of your lives together, the two of you know this. it’s an okay to attending each other’s graduations, him sitting between maki and iwaizumi and cheering just as loud as the two of them, you sitting between osamu and bokuto and making a fool out of yourself as bokuto tries to lift you on his shoulder, and the mixed graduation party that you throw, the first party that you throw as a couple.

it’s an okay to a small apartment near campus after you decide to pursue your graduate degree, decorated with photos from your dorm, all of the plants that atsumu continues to care for, the cactus he got for you senior year and the cactus you got him as a graduation gift, a tiny shelf dedicated to osamu, tiny trinkets from the trips that the two of you went on all summer, floral bedsheets and a sage comforter, even more photos of him and his friends and you and your friends and you and his friends and him and your friends and just the two of you on your dressers, and a mat outside of your front door with strawberries that reads welcome home.

it’s an okay to the trip that the two of you take to go see osamu, a road trip that consists of an uneven driving division, a playlist with a million genres of music that’s intersected by random half hours of podcasts, and a stop at a stupid roadside attraction that ends in an entire week of you getting to watch atsumu and osamu interact, unhinged and with a love that makes your heart swell no matter how many times you see it, and where osamu lets slip all of the plans that atsumu has for your future and how happy he is that the two of you ended up together, his actual girlfriend. it’s an okay to the handful of trips that you guys take to see osamu after that.

it’s an okay to the huge proposal that seemingly every single person in both of your lives has a hand in planning from the ring to the song to the stupid dance to the setting to the party, not just planning, really, but actually being apart of it too, embarrassment spreading over your cheeks and a stupid pride filling your heart as you enter a rented out building and are “surprised” by too many people to effectively be doing a flash mob proposal and you say yes into a microphone and are hugged by atsumu first and then a million other people and you want to cry but your tear ducts are dry, because it’s also an okay to the actual proposal that atsumu plans all by himself, rents a small apartment in the city that you’re terrified that he bought for you, but that isn’t the surprise here. it’s an okay to the quiet, meaningful, sob-inducing speech that he feeds you and the way that you can barely speak the word yes, you’re crying so hard, crying even harder when he kisses your ring finger before slipping on the ring.

it’s an okay to the wedding that follows, a destination somewhere beautiful that was supposed to just be close friends, but you quickly realize that the two of you foster a lot of relationships that could be filed under close friends, you do it anyways, and you let every single one of those close friends write a speech and you cry a lot and atsumu cries even more and you have your first dance to a stupid song that the two of you became obsessed with on your first road trip and you forgo a father/daughter dance but osamu insists on pulling you to the dance floor and no one dares to join you, all watching in silent awe as atsumu tries to stay stoic but fails miserably and atsumu lets maki steal you every other second because in maki’s speech he refers to atsumu as the shining light in an already beaming life and it’s the best few nights of your shared life, adding a million more photos to your bedroom walls and even more memories to your hearts.

it’s an okay to midnight drives when you’re feeling down, and coming home from work early just to crawl into his lap, and going out to eat more frequently than you should because neither of you want to do dishes and both of you are craving something, and watching tv shows together before anyone else, and continuously finding out new things about the other, and never not thinking that the other person is the funniest person in the entire world, and sharing food and kissing a lot and an unwavering trust that you didn’t think was possible and the love that comes along with it.

it’s an okay to everything.

you say it once more, so you’re certain that he hears it all, so many thoughts, so many promises riding on four little letters, “okay.”

and he says it back, so that you’re certain he’s heard it all, “okay.”

okay so you forgave atsumu and love him but you still wanna read alternate universe maki love? alright. head on over babe.

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