#just saw another photo of him with his shirt unbuttoned like this man WILL be showing off his chest and I’m here for it

[starshapedb0x]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and carlos sainz have had your eyes on each other for so long, but the more you think about the each other the more jealous you get for others who get to spend time with the other. Who will fall first in this little game you’re playing?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 18+ (minors dni and read at your own discretion.), jealousy, semi-public sex, party, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), poorly written smut (first timer guys), mirror sex, Rudy Pankow involved because I need a random celebrity

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2K+

𝐀/𝐍: very much inspired by “boyfriend” by ariana grande and social house music video. first time writing something like this, I might write more, requests always open.

There you stood in front of the big, dark wood door of the huge mansion where the party you’d been invited to was happening. Your stylist had picked a black sparkly short dress with stars on it, paired with under-the-knee high heel boots. Your ears and neck are adorned with silver jewellery, matching the bracelet around your wrist. The invite said to be there at around 21:00, but you are Y/N Y/L/N. You didn’t need to arrive a little late to make an impact on whoever was in there, but the team that worked with you knew how doing so reinforced that effect. And even if it was a private party, the paparazzi were going insane with your image spread on their cameras. Y/N, the epitome of beauty, the woman every magazine wanted on their covers, every designer on their runway, and every photographer in their studio.

You gave wide smiles to the paparazzi as you walked into the house. Other than the lack of light and the loud music all around, you noticed the main guests this party was for: all of the F1 grid. You were acquainted with them, but from the first meeting, you found them to be a nuisance to your job, to your image, and most importantly, to you, there were a few you tolerated but the way they messed with anyone that was involved in modeling threw you off. But.. him. Carlos Sainz, the one man you’d danced with on those warm summer nights in clubs, parties, or anywhere you were invited that enhanced your reputation. The black classic suit he was in, and to make it a little more informal, without the tie. The dress shirt unbuttoned the right amount, showing off just enough of the chest you’d rested your head on before. And under the lack of light, his eyes looked even shinier.

Throughout those months, Sainz and you had your eyes on each other. You only spoke to each other in person never through texting, but the amount of time both of you spent just looking at each other’s social media pages was too much to be safe for the average person. You saw every picture posted on his account, along with every one he was tagged in. But so did he. And every picture you took holding a man that wasn’t him a little closer than usual had him gritting his teeth and holding his phone a little tighter than usual. To be fair, you knew what you were doing without looking at it; you helped pick the photos for your social media, thinking about what reaction you’d get from the driver if he were to see them.

Of course, you greeted every one of them, talking loudly so you could be heard over the loud music. What a season! They deserve the break and whatever party is thrown for them, although you were sure they’d rather sleep. The other driver you actually got along with was Lando, so as soon as you went and said hello, the conversation went smoothly, catching up with the last few months. You couldn’t help but eye the Spaniard from the corner of your eye, sliding the tip of your fingers along the side of Lando’s arm as you laughed lightly at a joke he cracked. Carlos couldn’t just walk over and snatch you away from his friend and colleague, slapping his hand away even if it wasn’t touching you, so he decided to play your game.

Approaching another guest, she giggled as you watched the Spaniard move his lips, finishing with a grin playing on them. He eyed you almost directly, but somehow the woman in front of him didn’t notice. At this point, the conversation with Lando had faded out a bit, and he offered to go get you a drink, which, after turning back to him to stop looking at Carlos, you accepted. You stood there for a second. You weren’t going to let Sainz win the game you started. To your luck, Rudy Pankow walked right past you and, upon noticing, greeted you right away. Looking back at the Spaniard, who now had his hand placed very lightly, almost not touching the hips of the woman in front of him, as they both laughed, you hugged the blonde actor tightly and longer than usual. You held his arms, asking him how he was doing and how everyone was. He replied to you, but everything you could focus on was the Brunette man giving you a quick look, your eyes meeting for just a millisecond as the woman hugged him tightly while telling him something he genuinely didn’t care about at the moment.

"Rudy, that’s so nice." You said this as he told you all about what he was filming at the moment. He lowered his head slightly to hear what you needed to say, and reaching your mouth to his ear, you continued. "I really need to go touch up; I won’t take long, promise."

With that, you walked to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to find it, but to your surprise, the bathroom was huge. There was a long counter with a sink and a vase with flowers placed on the other end, two round mirrors along that wall, and not one person was in there. Right after you left his field of vision, the one and only Carlos Sainz rushingly left the embrace of the woman, whose name he didn’t even remember, and without saying goodbye, basically ran after you.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, carefully running your fingers through your hair to fix it up, a silhouette showed up behind you. And without even looking carefully, you knew exactly who it was. "Carlos Sainz. You looked like you were having fun over there."

"Cállate, Princesa." (Shut up, Princess.) He says it in a more joking way than anything else. He makes his way over to you, shutting and locking the door behind him swiftly. You turned to him, and the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The Spaniard’s hand flew to your hips, roughly gripping them. You threw your arms around his neck, letting your hands run along his dark hair. Both of your lips crashed into each other abruptly. Both of you lost the game. You lowered your hands to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders under the black blazer he was wearing. It was far too hot in here for him to be wearing that. You slid your hands down just slightly, and Carlos placed his arms back, letting the blazer fall off, landing on the cold floor. His hands fell right back on you, and they roamed along your back. Every touch of his fingers against your skin made you press up against him, closing every air gap between you. He lowered his hand to the back of your thighs, picking you up and setting you down on that counter. As he set you down, you grabbed his shirt’s collar and pulled him towards you. It all felt so desperate and somewhat rushed. Both of you felt hot and in a trance; you both pulled away from each other. Carlos looked at you with those brown eyes of his, and you held your breath at the sight in front of you, his mouth slightly open, panting quietly, his once neat hair now messy. But you weren’t the only one in awe. Carlos looked at your face, lips red and swollen from the previous kissing, cheeks visibly warmer than before, and eyes carefully watching his every move. Nothing else mattered right now; the music was significantly lowered in volume in here, and all you could hear were your company’s panting along with yours. The Spaniard didn’t take long to place both of your lips back together, and you roughly roamed your hands on each other, moving almost savagely on the counter—CRASH! Only you looked at the fallen, now broken, vase on the floor. "Wait, Carlos—"

"It doesn’t matter, cariño." He said, his hands reaching the zipper on the back of your dress, sliding it down and placing his hands under it, sliding one of the straps down to reveal more of your neck, then sliding the other one down to reveal your breasts, your nipples hardening at the contact with the cold air. He trailed kisses down your jawline and neck, reaching them. He worked carefully on both of your nipples, giving them equal attention. His hands rested on both sides of your waist. You rested your head back on the mirror behind you and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, breathing shakily. His hand moved to the side of your thighs, sliding to the inner side of them, and not long after, right under your dress, lightly touching your clothed clit with his fingers. At which point you gasped, feeling almost dizzy. He rubbed it on top of your black lace panties just the right way—enough to keep you shaking from pleasure in his hands but not nearly enough to make you cum. "Carlos.."

"Dime, niña bonita." (Tell me, pretty girl.) He whispered lowly in your ear.

"Please, please make me cum." You desperately told him he slid your panties down your legs, you whining at the loss of contact in between your legs, and threw them near his blazer, and in a second he got on his knees in front of you, leaning his head against the inner side of your thigh. Your hands still rested on his soft hair as he pulled you towards him, sliding you on the counter. He pulled your dress up and guided his finger on your folds, hovering over your clit before pressing down. His finger slid slickly inside you, earning a choked moan out of your mouth. His tongue started working on your clit, and at the contact, you abruptly gripped his hair and practically screamed. As he got quicker, Carlos added two more fingers, and you could do nothing but let him, at this point only seeing stars. His pants were getting tighter as your moans became louder and your legs shook under the influence of his actions. Your legs instinctively closed around him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a string of moans, calling out his name. The Spaniard pried your legs open and got up. "I don’t remember saying you could cum, cariño. Fucking the obedience back into you doesn’t sound like a bad idea."

You panted, fucked out, and were sensitive from the orgasm you’d just had. Carlos didn’t seem to care as he slid you down from the counter and turned you around to face the mirror. You could see him with his hands lowered in the mirror, but what confirmed he was unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants were the noises, the clinging of the metal part of the belt and the unzipping of the dress pants. After doing so, he looked up at you, placing his hand near your mouth and resting his fingers on your lips. You took them in your mouth, sucking gently on them and coating them with the saliva built up from simply looking at the male behind you. Carlos stroked himself a bit, sighing, before pressing his cock against your pussy. "Fuck. Carlos, just do it." You moaned out, lowering your head with both hands to your sides and supporting yourself on the marble counter of the bathroom. He stopped himself.

"What do you want me to do, Princesa?" You shivered under his touch, one of his hands going up to your breasts, flicking the hardened skin of your nipple between his fingers, the other under your chin, almost wrapping around your throat from the front. He made you look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. I bet none of those guys have ever left you like this, have they? I know you posted all those pictures just for me. You get off at the thought of me getting jealous over you, huh? Princesa?" 

You looked at yourself in the mirror; the mess you were in under his touch was unmatched. Fucked out and breathless, still waiting and begging for more, your hair falling on both of your shoulders, your skin glistening with sweat and desire, He was right; no one to ever touch you had touched you like he did; you were ruined for other men after today. "I need you right now, please, Carlos, please." You begged, looking at him through the mirror.

"Only because you asked nicely, niña bonita." He slid his cock into your pussy slowly, groaning.

"You had to put it all in, you fucking asshole." You said that, struggling to keep your legs still so you wouldn’t fall.

"Perdóname, but I’m not halfway in." (Forgive me.) He cooed, leaning against you and tightening the grip on your throat to hold your head up still. Your knees gave out slightly, and you tried to keep your strength on your arms. The unstoppable noises slipping out of your lips could only encourage Carlos more, as he finally thrust in everything he could, earning sharp panting for you underneath him. He started thrusting into you at a slow pace, although it didn’t take him long to speed up, and it didn’t take long for you to feel that pit in your stomach again. Finally, it hit you—that sweet spot you liked so much. Your whole body trembled as Carlos hit it, and noticing it, he angled his thrusts towards that same spot. It was being used and abused, and you couldn’t hold out like this much longer. You were practically screaming; no one outside could hear you both with the loud music and chatting of everyone, but even if they did, at this point you couldn’t care less. "Y/N, Y/N.." Carlos chanted, his thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing getting heavier, and his moans getting louder.

"Please let me,.. ugh.., please let me cum, Carlos." The way his name slid off your tongue drove him wild. "Cum for me, Princesa." He almost begged in your ears; you felt yourself tense up, and from there you were lost, crying out his name, gripping on anything you could around you, and your legs shaking from the wave of pleasure that shot through you.

As you rode out your high, you felt Carlos halt and pull out, spilling his seed onto your thighs, holding you against him, and pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach on your skin.

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Carlos was sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out, his blazer on the floor next to him. You sat on top of him, head leaning against the counter; you were dressed now, and you innocently giggled at whatever he was saying. He had his fingers running along your cheek, and you had your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. Your lips inches away from his.

"Estás tan hermosa—"

An unlocking noise was heard, and Lando walked in. Both of you halted and leaned back away from each other’s touch. Lando looked at the both of you, still you sat on Carlos’ legs, furrowing his eyebrows and visibly gritting his teeth. He looked at the broken vase on the floor and at the way you were now adjusting the strap of your dress while Carlos buttoned his shirt back up. And before any of you could speak, he just backed away.

[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Twenty-Nine

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"Hey, Willie, it's Gwen."

"Hello, Gwen, how are you doing on this fine Tuesday?"

I sighed. "I'm fine. But I have to tell you, I don't have all the shots you asked for."

"Why not?"

”I wasn't feeling well so I skipped a couple of shows. I'll need another week on the deadline."

"Okay, well I'll do what I can. But you know that's going to delay the people buying, right? We need sales to go up. If sales don't go up, then I have to cut you."

"Cut me? I thought everything was running smoothly."

"It is, in a way. But in another way, it's not. I stuck my neck out for you. I've been busting my rump to make sure I get your work out there. Let me tell you, these guys are no joke. They want a hard sell."

"Is there anything I can do in the meantime? We have a break in shows after today."

"Just get me your Black Sabbath photos as soon as possible."

"You got it, boss!"

He let out an awkward clearing of the throat, "I'll see you on the 21st. Don't be late."

"I won't. Love ya, Will." I hung up the receiver and pushed my back against the wall next to it. A heavy sigh escaped my lungs. So much to do and so little time to do it.

I collected my things and headed down the hall to Bonzo's room. When I reached room 207 I gave the door a harsh banging. "Detroit police, open up!" I kept banging until the door gave way to the man. His pants were unzipped, an unbuttoned shirt hanging off his frame.

"What in the fuck are you doing? You scared me half to death!"

"Tiff in there? I need to talk to her." I pushed past Bonzo, making my way into the room. I looked around for her but to no avail.

"She's in the shower. What do you want?"

"I need to talk to her."

"I thought you were here for us," He stepped in front of the bathroom door and lowered his voice, "you agreed to keep her out of the papers for me. I don't want this to get back to Pat."

"Keep your panties on, Johnny. We agreed to play cards today. I need some real women to hang out with. Even with your beautiful locks, you're not pretty enough." I pulled at his damp hair and gave him a cheeky smile. "Plus, your boobs are too small."

"Like you've got any room to talk."

"They were big enough for your mom last night."

"Okay, okay, let's get off of Mothers. I just got off of yours!"

"You have no shame, huh?" I patted his shoulder and made for the door.

"I'm just giving back, love. It seems you're lacking as well. Given what I can see through that shotty cover-up job. Maybe get some Maybelline." My hand flew to my neck, covering the marks from Jimmy's attack last night.

"Fuck you." I slammed the door.

-

I caught up to Tiffany later that day. Her tawny skin was captivating even under the fluorescent lighting of my hotel room, the beams bouncing off her caramel features. The bridge of her nose was long, the aquiline shape bringing out her beauty.

"Where are you from, Tiffany?"

I made small talk as she dealt the cards. I didn't know much about her. Between shoots and fighting with Bonzo and Jimmy, I didn't have time to talk to her. There was also the immense guilt I felt every time I saw her. She made me nervous. Whenever she was around I felt like I was breaking out in hives. I wanted to tell Lorelei about her and Robert, I really did. I always chicken out. I was too afraid of causing more issues. I was scared of what would happen if I opened my mouth and said what I really wanted to. The guilt was eating me.

We were having lunch in the sun. The burning bulb was finally making an appearance, lighting our wonderful picnic. Jimmy and I were sharing a Tupperware container of strawberries and red grapes. Two sandwiches sat in front of us. His was dressed with everything, lettuce, onion, tomato, pickles, meat, and mustard. Mine, the same but without pickles and tomato. But it was not wonderful to me. I was still filled with dread. I could feel it in my feet and my hair, the stain of guilt.

He had devoured half of his meal and gulped down his water. I was still poking at the remnants of crust and staring at the fruit. He didn't seem to notice my fidgeting. He was looking around, absorbing all the beautiful sights and soaking up the sun. He looked gorgeous, that much I could not deny. Even in my haze of anxiety, I took note of his appearance.

"Are you alright?" He asked, putting an arm around my waist.

"I'm a monster..."

"What?"

"I'm a monster!" I dramatically threw my head onto my folded arms, tears threatening to form. I tried to hold back all of the ugly sounds that would escape me if I started crying.

"What? Did you do something to my sandwich?"

I looked up at him with watery eyes and laughed. I shook my head. "No." I averted my eyes from him, turning my head to look at a team of ducks. They were quacking at each other and dipping their little feathered heads in the water. "Then what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just... Just drop it. It's not important."

"Hey, look at me," I turned to him, meeting his eyes again. He was so very lovely. It almost hurt to look at him when I felt so terribly. His face was round and innocent, far more demure than the horrible thoughts racing through my head, "It's gonna be okay." He brushed some hair from my eyes, his fingertips resting on my cheeks.

"Stop it," I pushed his hand away, "I can't let you pretend I'm innocent."

"What do you mean?"

"Tiffany and Robert. I know about them and I haven't told Lorelei." He furrowed his brow. "Why would you?"

"Because Lorelei is my friend."

"So?"

"So she would be hurt if she knew Robert slept with someone else."

"Oh, love, you have to put those feelings aside. This isn't the real world, things don't work like that on tour."

"You say that like it makes it any easier to lie to her."

"You're not lying you're just... hiding the truth."

"That's a lie."

"It's a half-truth."

"According to Hebrew proverb, that still makes me a liar."

"Then I'll be your witness and we're both liars."

"Doesn't make it any better. Now I'm dragging you down with me."

"We'll be dirty, lying sinners together, then." He grabbed my hand and caressed my skin once more. His words and actions did little to calm me. I wasn't warmed but I was getting there. His warmth was thawing me.

"Like my ethnicity?"

"Well, no, I just meant specifically. Y'know, where do you lay your head down when this is all said and done?"

"I'm from Spain, but I moved to L.A. when I was a kid. So I guess I reside there. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes the bands take me with them, sometimes they don't. Zeppelin has a reputation for not taking us from the states. But I like John, so I stick around."

"Well, that does make sense. They've all got wives and kids at home."

"Even your man has a status to him. You're the longest girl he's had, other than Pamela."

"Well, I am aware of that. But I'm a firm believer in not asking questions you don't want the answers to. Ignorance is bliss, and I'd like to stay in my state of euphoria. He doesn't care about my past, and I don't ask about his."

"That's a good policy." She crushed her cigarette in the glass tray that sat between us. Her fingernails were long and red, with a sheen of glitter that sparkled.

"I think you're better off not knowing. I think John and Robert are pretty low for doing what they're doing. It's nothing against you, or what you girls do, but they have children. They're fathers, in reality, not in this fake little bubble of fantasy they live in. And it's not fair to anyone. Not fair to you, Pat, the kids, the band. It's all wrong. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, y'know?"

"I hear you, but you can't get too in your head about it. I'm doing this because it's fun. And as soon as I stop having fun, I'm out. But the fun never stops with John."

"Oh, I'm sure it doesn't," I said with a chuckle.

She took sips from her glass of water from a pink straw. When she pulled away I could see the ring of lip gloss left behind. It was a calling card. She was a lovely girl, a beauty not to be understated. I wonder who she could be if not a groupie in L.A. These guys took advantage of them and saw them as nothing more. The thought of my friends being the ones perpetuating this made me angry. I meant what I said, about thinking poorly of the guys. John was the only one with any kind of spine. Even if he indulged, I'm sure he wasn't treating anyone like a whore.

"Well, I fold."

"Awe, c'mon, you can't fold! One more game," I pouted my lips, asking her to stay for longer.

She sighed. "Okay, fine, we can do one more game. And then I have to get going. We have dinner plans."

I cheered and dealt another hand for the both of us.

We talked longer, having nothing else to occupy our time with. She told me all about what music and movies she liked. It turned out that Tiffany was a huge film noir fan. She also really liked The Mamas and The Papas, which was surprising. I took her for more of a BeeGees or Hollies girl. She also loved The Beatles, but who didn't?

-

I gave her one last look and then she made her way to her room. As she walked out I thought about the men I was with. Who they were in actuality. I put aside the talent and the mythos that surrounded them. And I was left with this conclusion; they took advantage of these women who were in love with them. Even if they didn't want to admit it, I could see it in their faces, the familiar bloom of excitement that graced their features whenever they walked into the room.

Loralie was in love. It was a forbidden and tragic love, but love nonetheless. And I thought about what that did to a person, to fall in love time and time again, only to have them spit in your face. I'd heard whispers of Tiffany's past involvements. Vanilla Fudge, Deep Purple, and even Jefferson Airplane. It pained me to think of what she was giving away each time she fell. Not just her body, but her mind and her heart.

We had 45 minutes until check out and Jimmy was already packing his things, pacing around the small room. I could see all the gears in his head turning. He was wired, marching around frantically, looking for his clothing and bits and bobs he'd brought. This was the daily ritual. Every time we left a hotel he'd spend the last half-hour in a frenzy. I tried my best not to get in his way during these times. Whether it was all the anxiety coming out or a desperate plea for control, he wasn't himself in these times. But today was different. I had a bone to pick and a disregard for his feelings.

"Tiffany told me some interesting things."

"Oh yeah?" This rebuttal was haphazardly thrown my way, as he did not look up from the careful packing of his suitcase. His gaze was cast down into the set of green luggage. He had been unfolding and refolding the same 10 shirts.

"Yeah. She's from Spain, you're a man slut, and she wants to be a model." His hands stilled in the pile of garments. His face wrinkled like parchment and he sent me a nasty look as he picked his head up.

"I'm a what?"

"A man slut. She told me about your reputation."

"I hardly think that's any of her business."

"Maybe not. But I found it interesting."

"Well, tell her to stop her chattering. I don't like to be the topic of conversation." He said with a grimace as he folded a pair of pants.

His anger was amusing to me. Perhaps it was immature of me to pick at him because I was upset. I wouldn't tell him that it troubled me to hear of his past. We'd already had the conversation about him sleeping with other women. He always denied it and said he never thought of another woman since being with me. I wondered if it were true. The thought of it being a lie tore me apart. The thought of him being with another, the way Robert was, killed me.

"I'm sorry, I'm being immature." I didn't elaborate further.

"It's alright. Jesus, I can't fit these in here. I can't figure it out, it's the same amount as the last time I packed it!" He didn't ask me to go any further. I figured he wasn't really listening, or if he was it was only in the way of hearing me.

"Let me help you." I sighed and walked across the room to him. I took all of his things out of the suitcase and started to rearrange them. He stood over me, watching intently as I worked. "Can I help you?" I asked, stopping and looking at him. He uttered an apology and took a step back.

I finished packing his things and shut the suitcase, "There, all done." I patted his arm and stepped away.

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[thiagodasilva]

convinced Ruben Dias and I would be besties actually because we both love a cleavage moment

[kingdaddydaichi]

💥 pairing: ProHero!Dom!BratTamer!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Domtosub!Reader

💥 genre: oneshot smut with plot

💥 wc: 5.2k

💥 warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. Dom/sub dynamics. clit slapping. slight dubcon if you hold your mouth right. overstim. oral (m/f receiving). breeding kink. marking/scenting. creampie. possessiveness.

💥 synopsis: things which are not what they appear to be lead to a power struggle that ends in a jolly good dicking down.

💥 beta reader: @mxgenderbender

“Hey babe, Shitty Hair invited us out for drinks tonight. Wanna go?” Katsuki said, kissing you upon his return home from work.

You kissed him back, humming. “Mmmm I’ve had such a shitty week and just wanna curl up on the sofa and relax, baby. Maybe go to bed early so I can get my beauty sleep before the event tomorrow night. Stress doesn’t look so good on me.” The sparkle in his eyes faltered while his bright smile wilted in disappointment and you quickly followed up with, “But, babe, you should go anyway!” you said, patting him on the chest.

“And leave you here alone?”

“I’ll be fine, Katsu. Besides, you could really use a night out with the guys.”

He gave your butt a good squeeze before heading back to your shared master suite to shower. About 20 minutes later he re-emerged, his spiky blond hair still damp, dressed in his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a dark gray, v-neck t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned black collared shirt with the sleeves folded up to expose his sunkissed, muscular forearms. You were half-tempted to help him right back out of his fresh clothes, especially when you caught a whiff of his cologne.

“You’re not going out in that, are you? You’re dressed like a slut.” You winked as he kissed you, smiling.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, babe? I’ll stay home if you want-“

“No, Katsuki, I forbid you!” you joked. “You better get your butt out of this house and go chill with the boys. Give them my love, okay?”

“Hell no! The only man who gets your love is me!” he rumbled, looking down at you with those deep, smoldering red irises.

“Bye, Katsuki,” you said as you smacked his strong butt.

“Alright, I’m going.” He kissed you just before returning your ass slap and walking out the door.

When he came home later that night you were already asleep in bed. He stripped down to his boxers and cuddled up behind you. He snaked his arm around your belly, pulling you closer against his chest and kissing the back of your neck. You stirred just long enough to hear him rasp “M’home, baby. Love you.”

You folded your arm over his and stroked his warm skin with your sleepy fingers. “Mm…love you too, Katsu.”

The next morning you were brushing your teeth as you scrolled through your social media. You froze and dropped your toothbrush in the sink, staring at the photo on your screen of another woman with her hands in your boyfriend’s hair and her lips pressed against his.

Katsuki was heading out the door to go pick up his suit when you came storming out of the bedroom.

"What the fuck, Bakugou?" He blinked at you, waiting to see where this was going. "Oh, you're gonna play dumb now, is that it?" You were shaking with a mixture of anger and pain, your heart being ripped out right then and there. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? Hm? How stupid do you think I am, Bakugou?”

The fact that you were using his last name meant that he was in trouble. Big trouble. "What the hell are you talking about, woman?” He’d raised his voice.

"What the hell am I talking about?" you asked with an incredulous laugh. You clicked your cheek against your teeth. "This, jackass!" You shoved your phone right up to his face so he could see your screen.

"The hell?” His phone vibrated for what had to be the twentieth time. He'd ignored it all morning, but this time he swiped right when he saw that it was Shitty Hair for the twenty-first time.

“In the middle of somethin’, fuck off-” he growled.

Eijirou's voice came through so loudly, but you couldn’t make out much of what he was saying.

Katsuki bared his teeth and snarled. “Wait…what?” He whipped around, eyes darting to yours.

"(Y/n) is gonna lose her shit! You better tell her, Bakubro. If she finds out like this, it's gonna break her heart."

“It’s a little late for that…” Katsuki pushed his fingers up his forehead and into his hair before making a fist and gritting his teeth. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner, Shitty Hair?”

“I’ve been trying all morning, bro! Is she there? Let me talk to her!” You heard that part loud and clear.

The tall blond handed you his phone.

"How are you, (y/n)? Are you okay?" Eiji’s voice came through calm and soft, the compassion in his voice breaking the dam that had been holding back all your tears.

"No" was all you could say before the sobs crashed over you in waves. The tears, so heavy and fast, fell from your eyes directly to the floor below as your hand covered your mouth. Katsuki frowned, his eyes softening when you started to cry. He reached for you, but you turned your back and took a few steps towards the bedroom, not wanting him to touch you.

"Okay, (y/n), take a deep breath. Good, do it again."

You could hear Eiji’s breath on the other end as he breathed with you.

"Listen, I know this is going to sound trite, but it really isn't what it looks like, love. We were all hanging out - just us guys - when this group of females walked up, and before we knew what was happening one of them grabbed Bakugou and started kissing him. He froze like his brain just quit working, so shocked he didn't react for a few seconds, but when he did let me tell you - he pushed her away and told her to keep her whore hands off him! And that was it, the chick stormed off all catty and shit, obviously drunk and butthurt.”

You sniffed, somewhat relieved to learn that things were indeed not as they appeared.

“Someone must’ve taken pictures and pawned them off to the media. Hell, it was probably one of her friends trying to make a quick buck! Pretty soon after that though things calmed back down and went back to normal. Didn't even think anything else of it. Then I saw the pics all over social media this morning. They were obviously leaked, but I'm telling you right now, baby girl, that bitch threw herself at your man. Bakubro loves you, you know that, right? He'd never step out on you like that."

Eiji had talked you down. Although he’d assuaged your worries, you were still upset about it. Who wouldn’t be? Photos of your long-time boyfriend - your soulmate - being kissed by some slut were plastered all over the internet. You were going to look like a damn fool at the event tonight.

“Katsuki, I want you to stay close to me tonight, okay? Don’t wander too far off.”

“Why?” he grumbled.

You picked at the fabric of your dress, avoiding eye contact with him in your shame for admitting your insecurities to him. “Because everyone at the ceremony tonight is going to be thinking and whispering about the same thing. I know by now how these things go, how rumors get started and next thing you know gossip columns will be filled with speculation about whether or not our relationship is falling apart. And I don’t want anyone thinking that!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what any of them think! Fuck ‘em – they’re just a bunch of shitty extras who don’t know shit about us and what we’ve got!”

“Could you at least consider my feelings about it?”

“No! What happened last night didn’t mean shit to me! Why the fuck does it mean anything to you?”

“Damn it, Katsuki, you can be such a selfish prick sometimes, you know that? All I’m asking for is a little reassurance and you’re being stubborn as hell, digging your heels in, thinking that your feelings – or lack thereof – are the only thing that mat-“

“Shut it, (y/n), we’re here! You’re blowing this shit way out of proportion. Now be a big girl and put your game face on.”

The only thing stopping you from smacking the back of his head with your clutch was the car door opening in front of an army of photographers.

You stepped out, nearly blinded by the bright flashes, smiling and waving in spite of your seething anger towards the pro hero behind you. He scowled at the photographers as he took you by the hand and led you to the huge double doors being held open for both of you to enter the venue.

When the event was over, the two of you caught up with a group of your friends.

“Hey hey, (y/n), you look even more stunning tonight than usual! Bakubro’s a lucky man, especially now that he’s moved up in rank to number two!” Eiji said as he fist-bumped Katsuki before hugging you, bringing out your first genuine smile of the evening as you swayed in his loving arms.

“Watch it, Shitty Hair. Don’t go gettin’ handsy with my girl,” Katsuki threatened as you all made your way into the huge adjacent reception room.

Eiji laughed it off and winked at you, making some remark about how he’d never be able to convince you to leave Katsuki for him anyway. You silently wondered about that though. Right now, he had a better shot at it than ever considering how angry you’d been at your mule-headed boyfriend. In his defense however, Katsuki had been in typical form all evening, still as protective as he’d always been. Be that as it may, you wished someone didn’t have to get on his nerves or piss him off for him to wrap a possessive arm around you to pull you closer to his side.

During the afterparty Katsuki had wandered off to the other side of the massive room and was presently bragging about himself and his latest villain takedown to a large group of fellow pro heroes, leaving you standing at the bar alone.

“Ma’am…” You’d barely registered the bartender speaking to you as he slid another round of what you’d been sipping on over to you.

“But…I didn’t-“ you started, confused.

“Courtesy of the gentleman over there, ma’am,” he said before turning back to tend to the rest of his busy bar.

You looked over in the direction he’d indicated to see a strapping gentleman standing from a nearby table and strutting towards you with a sly grin on his face. Damn, he was hot.

He joined you at the bar and introduced himself, apologizing if his buying you a drink had been too forward. Under any other circumstances, you would’ve politely declined his advances and gone in search of Katsuki just to be near him and wordlessly let the man know you were already spoken for. But these weren’t normal circumstances and Katsuki had made it clear that he didn’t give a fuck what others think about the health of your relationship. All bets, it seemed, were off.

You glanced in Katsuki’s direction again to find that his head was still too far up his own ass to notice the long, tall glass of fine male specimen chatting you up. He was smooth – with his words, his voice, and his body movements - pretty much everything your boyfriend wasn’t.

You figured what the hell. After all, if Katsuki doesn’t care why should you, right? So, you flipped the script and let this guy flirt with you.

You laughed and cajoled and didn’t move away when he put a hand on your lower back. He leaned down to whisper something in your ear, warm lips brushing against your cheek. You looked over his shoulder at Katsuki, who was laughing and talking loudly…until he looked your way, and that big toothy grin of his was wiped clean off his face. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, jaw clenching. He started stalking towards you, his gaze never leaving you and the unassuming man beside you.

“OI! WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK?” Several people had stopped and looked in his direction, watching him. He shoved the unsuspecting guy away from you, shouting “Oi! And just who the fuck do you think you are?”

The man’s eyes went wide when he put it all together and realized why you looked so familiar to him. “Y-you’re Dynamight’s girlfriend!”

“Fuckin’ right she is!” Sparks were flying from Katsuki’s hands. “I’m feeling generous tonight so I’m giving you three seconds to get the fuck outta my sight before I start swingin’!”

The man made no waste of time quickly backing off with his hands up. Katsuki grabbed you by the wrist and started pulling you away.

“Katsuki, stop it! Let go of me!" you said, jerking your arm away from him.

"And what? Let some douchebag cuck me while I just stand by and watch? Nah-ah, ain't happenin' princess, let's go".

You yanked your wrist out of his grip again. "What's the matter Katsuki? Don’t like seeing another man copping a feel of me?” He was red up to his ears with anger. You knew you were pushing your luck with him, but fuck it. He’d minimized your feelings and he needed a little taste of his own medicine.

With his teeth tightly clenched he said, “(Y/n). Car. Now.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth, rolled your eyes, and started walking, a fuming Katsuki hot on your heels.

After exiting through the large exterior doors your driver perked up and rushed around to the back of the limo to open the car door for you. You both got inside and before the door was shut you heard Katsuki tell the driver to keep the privacy window closed.

Then he was all over you - pushing you down across the seat and using one of his knees to force your legs apart. He got right up in your face, the heat of his breath against your cheek. “What the fuck was that, hah? What, you thought you were gonna teach me a lesson?” His laughter ricocheted off the interior of the large, luxury vehicle.

His anger had caused his body heat to rise and god, he smelled incredible. His signature scent of caramelized sugar and his forcefulness evoked the all too familiar sharp pang deep inside your belly. But you’d already had enough of his pushing you around when HE was the one who should be apologizing and reassuring you that he belonged to you. Not the other way around!

You placed your hands flat on his chest and tried to push him off of you, but with all his muscle mass you may as well have been trying to push a brick house. Futile. “Fuck you, Katsu. You could stand to be taken down a notch or two and stop acting like such a huge, insensitive asshole!”

He forced his hips further between your thighs, his growing erection pressing against one of them in the process. “Oh, I’m the asshole? I didn’t ask for that bitch to throw herself at me! You were leading that extra on trying to make me jealous!”

"Katsuki! This is turning you on, isn't it?" you asked in disbelief.

His eyes darkened as that crooked smile of his took shape. Grinding against you again he said, "So what if it is, babe? It's what competition does to me."

He lowered his mouth to your neck, his hand trailing down your side to your leg before squeezing and groping his way up along your trembling thigh. His strong fingers found purchase beneath the hem of your dress, pushing it up to your hips and moving your moist panties aside to expose your plump pussy lips. Sliding the pad of his thumb up and down, he spread your slick along your swelling folds.

He chuckled next to your ear, "You fucking hypocrite,” capturing your earlobe between his teeth and pulling almost a little too hard. You started to protest, but went lax and cooed against his neck when he slid one of his thick digits inside you and started pumping in and out. "That's right, (y/n), your body is betraying you.”

If you had anything to do with it, he was not about to win this! You mustered every ounce of resolve before trying to squirm away from him. He couldn't have you this easily. No. You should have the upper hand here, not him! You might’ve been able to push a weaker man off and away from you, but not Katsuki Bakugou. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Your attempts to take back at least some of the control only made him double down and push another thick finger inside you. You stopped pushing against his shoulders and instead dug your beautifully manicured nails into them through his shirt, drawing a sharp hiss from between Katsuki’s clenched teeth.

"Katsuki, stop! Fuck you!" Tears were forming in the corners of your (color) eyes, but he didn't relent.

His voice was a low rumble next to your ear. "Maybe I'll let you later, princess. You know the fucking word. If you really want me to stop, then say it. But I know you won't because I know how bad you want me right now".

You were so lost in pleasure you didn't even notice the limo stop in front of your home. Katsuki pulled his fingers out of you before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to sit. Just before the driver came around to open the door Katsuki looked at you, deep red pools of fire burning into your irises as he sucked and licked his fingers clean.

You marched in front of him all the way up to the front door of your shared home. You had to wait for him to unlock it since he had the key, otherwise you would've gone right inside and shut the door in his face. Once he opened the door you kept walking right through the foyer and into the kitchen, headed straight for the bathroom to lock him out.

"Oi! (Y/n)!" When you didn't stop, he stormed after you. "Where the hell do you think you're going, hah?" He had on his best angry facade, but he was loving the chase. A moment later he was in front of you, forcing you to halt in your tracks. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, woman!"

You flipped your hair. "I don't have to do shit for you, Katsuki!"

"Alright,” his voice boomed against the walls, “I've had about enough of your sass tonight. I think it's time to teach you a lesson, hah? Cuz it seems like you've forgotten who the fuck you're talking to."

"Katsu, no..." In one graceful motion, you were slung over one of his massive shoulders. You squealed and pawed at his back trying to push off of him as he carried you with ease to the large island in the middle of the kitchen. He sat you down on the cool granite, eagerly pushing your dress up and smacking your thighs open.

"I know one way to snatch that control right back, baby." Just as you were about to push him away and jump down a brilliant idea came to mind. You let him manhandle you and work his face between your legs. "Fuck, baby, you know how much I love these creamy thighs of yours…" You leaned back on your elbows as he helped you work your panties off. "I got a taste of ya a few minutes ago and I'm hungry as hell for more of your flavor, babe." He dipped his head down between your legs and licked a long, thick stripe between your folds.

Your eyes rolled back at the mastery with which your man ate your pussy, grabbing a handful of his ash blond hair. "Mmm Katsu, eat my pussy. Yeah, just like that."

He groaned against you as he latched down tightly onto your clit, lewdly slurping on it.

"Yeah, that's right, Katsuki. Such a good boy for licking my cunt so well. 'Bout time you started behaving yourself tonight."

He stopped moving, only raising his crimson eyes to look at you smirking down at him before narrowing them and standing up. "The fuck was that? You think you're domming me right now?"

Your giggle broke into full blown laughter. The look on his face was priceless.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, hah?! Go ahead, talk shit all you want, but you are the one who’s going to be screaming my name before I’m done with you!” he said, pulling up a stool.

You yelped when he yanked your open thighs closer to the edge of the granite. You were still snickering when he licked his fingers before bringing them down fast, landing a sharp slap to your clit.

“Gah! Fuck, Katsuki!”

“Damn. See, baby? Already got you screaming my name.” He leaned over you, the large erection in his pants brushing your leg as he kissed you, saying “Mmm I love it when you cry out for me like that. You’re gonna do it again and again until you remember who your fucking man is every time my name crosses your mind! Got that?”

You smirked at him and dragged your bottom lip between your teeth. “I guess we’ll see…”

“Fucking right we will,” he said, standing up, shrugging his blazer off, and loosening his tie. His huge muscles strained under the fabric of his tailored dress shirt almost as much as his cock did against his slacks. He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves with that signature mischievous, crooked grin of his before pushing two thick fingers into your pussy. You’d been secretly aching for him so badly, and the moan you just let out belied your deep need for him. “Damn, baby girl, so fucking wet for me,” he said, seeing your slick begin to coat his palm.

As he pulled your thighs over his broad shoulders he said, “Gonna eat your pussy so fuckin’ good you forget your own fuckin’ name.” His eyes bore into yours as a wicked grin spread across his gorgeous face. “And make sure you never forget mine!”

He dipped down and proceeded to wear you out – licking and sucking, slurping and squelching, shaking his head while tugging on your clit between his lips – all while fingering you mercilessly, making you cum again and again all over his face and fingers.

Squeezing your breast with your pebbled nipple between his fingers, he worked you so hard you could barely get the words out through your heavy panting. “Katsu, please…I c-can’t ta-take anym-more!”

He looked up at you from between your legs, his face so covered in slick and saliva that you probably would’ve laughed if you hadn’t been so far gone. “What’sa matter, princess? Hah? All these orgasms I’m giving you too much for ya?”

You whined out a pitiful “ah-hah…”

“Tch, nah. I know ya got at least one more for me…”

“Katsuki, please! No, I can’t, baby!”

“Oh, but I know you can. I’ll make damn sure of it,” he said before dipping back down to devour your messy cunt.

Only a couple of minutes later, you felt your next orgasm creeping up from the base of your spine. “Ohgodcan’t…no…ahhh…fuck,” you chanted in breaths. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it with quick pulses as he tugged harder and harder on your g-spot.

Reality shattered all around you as you screamed his name, tears streaming, leaving fresh trails in your high-dollar makeup. He gradually let up as your cries subsided before standing and helping you sit up to face him. He rubbed his calloused thumbs across both of your cheeks, wiping your tears away. You wrapped your arms around him, needing to be held. He guided your legs around his waist and held you close to him as he picked you up and carried you into the living room.

He placed you down on the floor before sitting and leaning back on the couch. “Ah fuck, these pants are too damn tight…” When his tailor took Katsuki’s measurements they obviously hadn’t allowed enough room for the size of his dick in the case of an erection. A comforting thought on one hand, but as a consequence his thick length was snug against his thigh in the right leg of his black slacks with the outline of his cockhead pushing painfully against the fabric.

“Take my cock out, babe,” he growled as he squeezed his girth in his fist.

You positioned yourself between his legs and stroked his hard thighs a few times before unbuckling his belt. He watched intently as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reaching into the hole of his boxers and wrapping your fingers around his hot cock to pull him out. No matter how many times you saw it, his size never ceased to amaze you.

You were smoothing his pre around his dark pink tip when he rolled his hips and said, “Good girl. Now suck my fucking dick.”

You made eye contact with him as you opened your mouth and brought his leaking cockhead to your full lips. God, he loved those lips, especially watching them encircle his girth as you worked your way up and down his shaft. He sucked air between his teeth, putting a hand into your (color) hair to help guide you along. “Nnnyeah, baby…love watching my cock dip in and out between your pretty lips. Fuck, you suck my fat dick so good.”

His praise made you moan around him as you massaged his balls, which had drawn up closer to his body – a sure sign that he was close. You released him with a pop, connected only by a long string of saliva and precum.

“Ah shit, baby, c’mere…” Katsuki pulled you to him, kissing you long and deep. “Turn around for me.”

You put your knees on the couch, facing the back of it as Katsuki helped you out of that pesky dress, leaving your naked body fully exposed to him. “Mmdamn…so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. Fuck! I love your body so fuckin’ much! Every damn dip and curve…”

He unbuttoned his shirt and finished removing his slacks and boxers before leaning over you from behind, his cock bobbing against your weeping sex. He kissed and sucked and nipped along your shoulder and back, moaning at the weight of your breasts in his hands as he squished them between his fingers. He explored more of your body, his hands roaming freely down your stomach before digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips.

“Gonna make you cum for me again, baby, all over my cock this time,” he promised, his hard chest and abs pressing against your back as his veiny cock slid along your slippery folds from behind, catching your puffy clit with every pass. He pressed his thick head against your opening and began pushing himself inside you. You tipped your head back as he slowly filled you up all the way before bottoming out. The rhythm of your throbbing – his cock and your walls – were in syncopation, the pitches of your moans in harmony.

“Shit, baby, feels so fuckin’ good,” he said as he pulled his hips back and started to move inside you.

His tongue was one thing, and his fingers were another. But holy hell the way he stuffed you with his impressive cock was something else entirely. You cried out, “Yeah baby…so fuckin’ good inside me mmm…fuck me, Katsuki!”

“Yeah? Ya want me to own this pretty pussy of yours, hah? Claim it as my own?”

You’d long ago given up on trying to dominate him. When it came right down to it, trying to dom him was good for riling him up, but submitting to him was your salvation. You knew you were safe and he would take care of you. He always had.

“Yeah, baby – fuck – ‘m all yours. Hold me down, please!” You whimpered in broken syllables as he pounded into you.

He’d taken two strong handfuls of your butt, spreading your cheeks to watch himself glide in and out of you. He groaned at the sight of your thighs and butt rippling as he thrust into you, his hands gripping hard around your waist as you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck yes, (y/n)! Throw that ass on me just like that, god!” He propped one of his feet up on the couch beside your knee to gain more leverage as he slammed into you, his wet hips clapping loudly against your wet thighs. “I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard inside you, yeah? Gonna breed your tight cunt…mark you up with my musk cuz you’re all mine!”

“Oh, shit yes! Please bust your nut in me, Katsuki? Fill my pussy with your hot cum. Wanna have all your babies…”

“Yeah? Y’gonna give me the prettiest babies, aren’t ya?” He reached down between your thighs and started rubbing your clit as he fucked you harder.

“Hhnnhh, Katsu! G-gonna cum for you…” you keened.

“That’s it, cum all over me baby! Milk my fuckin’ cock with your pussy, yeah? Suck all my seed out cuz I’m all fuckin’ yours! C’mon!”

That was all it took. The quiver in his voice and the stutter of his hips sent you over the edge, your walls convulsing around his fat cock as you cried out for him.

“Ah fuck! Here I cum, baby! Gonna fill you up so good, yeah, hereIfuckingcum!” With one final jerk of his hips he stilled, burying himself right up against your cervix as he pumped rope after thick rope of his white-hot cum inside you. Pushing himself impossibly deeper, forcing the head of his creaming cock into your opening, willing his sperm to invade your womb to find your waiting egg.

When the last of his semen had dribbled from his cock, he pulled out of you and watched what wouldn’t fit in your womb begin to drip from your clenching hole and onto the cushion beneath you. “Damn,” he said hoarsely, trying to catch his breath, “that’s one hell of a creampie. Don’t go wastin’ my nut, babe.”

You turned your body around to face him. “Can’t help it, Katsu. There’s always so much…can’t hold it all in.”

He sat on one end of the couch and pulled you into his bare, sweaty chest before leaning back with you in his huge arms. He kissed along the sides of your face while smoothing his fingers through your (texture, color) hair. “You really wanna have a baby with me, (y/n)?”

You hummed in the affirmative, arms wrapped tightly against his trim waist as he ran his soothing fingertips over your back. “We’d have such a pretty baby, y’know?” you cooed, eyes closed in the comfort of your boyfriend’s possessive hold.

“Yeah…with my fiery red eyes...”

“What makes you think they’ll have your eyes and not mine?”

“Cuz they’ll be a Bakugou. And Bakugous always have red eyes. We’re dominant like that, baby.”

You jabbed your elbow into his ribs, smiling. “I guess we’ll see...”

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Forever and Ever (MTA Pt. 3) Eren Jaeger x Fem Reader

Hello, my lovely Poppies! I am back with the third and final part of More Than Anything!! I literally cried/laughed/wanted to throw myself away so much while writing it lmaoooo! But I had so much fun with this three-part fic, and I hope you all enjoy this last installment! Let me know what you guys think! Yes, I kept the same photo bc i vibe with it for this last chapter.

SPOILERS FOR AOT ENDING

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, language, shower sex, mentions of titan fucking, slight dumbification, FEELINGS! LOTS OF FEELINGS!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan nor the characters, nor this concept of Eren returning (I just came up with it since i saw no one else do it. if yall wanna make ur own fics of him returning, be my guest!).

Masterlist

Previous

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eren leaned down and gave the beautiful woman beneath him a slow and passionate kiss. Y/N gave out a long sigh of content as their tongues danced with each other in perfect rhythm. Eren’s hands wandered her sides, grabbing and kneading her flesh, earning moans from the woman.

“You haven’t changed a bit Y/N,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Well, I am technically five years older than you now,” the woman snorted.

Eren chuckled, “No you’re not.”

Y/N raised a brow, “Uh, yeah I am. You look the same as you did before.”

Eren shook his head, “Did you seriously not notice that I grew a bit?”

“So what? Did Ymir pump you up with an air pump before she sent you back?” Y/N laughed.

“She molded my body out of clay, Y/N,” Eren scoffed, “That’s how she made my body to send my ‘soul’ into. Physically, I’m your age.”

“Okay, but what about mentally? You still 19?”

“Aren’t I already acting like a mature man? I think I’ve got this whole ‘dad’ thing down pretty well.”

“You’ve been back, for what? Half a day, and you already have parenting down?”

“Of course!” Eren said, “How hard is it? Ian loves me!”

“Yes, but he’s five, Eren. Do you think you can handle a newborn?”

Eren shrugs, “How hard can it be?”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, Eren. I’m leaving the next one in your care to test you.”

“Great!” Eren said with a smirk, “Let’s start now.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” Eren said, trailing his lips down her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, “Ian’s sound asleep. We can take it as slow as we want.”

Y/N let out a soft moan once Eren latched his mouth on her breast, his hand twisting her nipple on her other.

“I can’t wait for these to be full of your milk,” Eren hummed as he switched to her other breast, giving her a lick that sent shivers down her spine, “Can’t wait to drink from you…”

“E-Eren~” Y/N whimpered.

“Shhhhh~ Gotta keep your voice down or you’ll wake him,” Eren whispered.

“Eren-”

“Mommyyyyy!” a voice cried outside their door, jolting the adults out of their trance.

Eren hissed as he jumped off Y/N, who was scrambling to button her shirt back up.

“He sure has good timing…” Eren muttered quietly.

“Oh hush!” Y/N hissed, “He’s a child Eren! Welcome to parenting, where we rarely get time to ourselves. You better get used to this while it lasts. With a baby, you don’t even get sleep.”

Eren groaned, flopping down on the bed.

“You sure you want another kid now?” Y/N asked as she hurried to the door where their son was crying.

“Of course!” Eren said.

“Then don’t complain,” Y/N said as she opened the door to reveal their son, holding a teddy of a horse, tears streaming down their face.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Y/N cooed as she knelt to wipe his tears.

“M-Mo-Mommy!” he wailed as he hugged her, wiping his tears and snot on her shirt, “I-I h-had a dream that D-Daddy came b-back…b-but he left!”

Eren sat up on the bed as he watched Ian break down in his mother’s arms. It made his heart swell knowing that his son was already so attached to him, even though he only just met him hours ago. He got up from the bed, walked over to the pair, and knelt.

“Hey Ian,” he said as he rubbed the boy's head, “I’m still here.”

The child looked up at the man with red eyes. “S-Still here?” he questioned, putting a hand on top of Eren’s as if to make sure he was really in front of him.

“Still here,” Eren reassured.

“N-Not g-gonna leave?” the boy sniffed.

“Never,” Eren said with a smile.

The boy tore himself from his mother and wrapped his small arms around Eren, whimpering into his shirt.

“Ian, why don’t you sleep with us?” Y/N suggested, “Just so you can make sure Daddy is still here in the morning?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically into his father’s chest, not daring to let go.

“Okay baby. Why don’t you go get into the bed while daddy and I go get into our pajamas?”

The boy nodded and ran to the bed, quickly climbing up and plopping himself right in the middle, snuggling himself into the blankets.

Y/N grabbed Eren’s hand and led him to the bathroom, “Come on.”

Y/N walked into the closet to grab her sleep shorts and shirt, pausing to realize she had no clothes for Eren.

“I can just sleep in my pants,” Eren suggested as he tied his hair up into yet another perfect messy bun.

“Okay,” Y/N said as she turned to him, “We’ll get you some clothes tomorrow-”

“What?” Eren asked when he finished what he was doing with his hair, noticing her glare.

“You still need to teach me how to do a messy bun.” She grumbled as she changed.

“Oh. Well, I don’t really have a technique…” he said as he admired her body, “I just put it up. I don’t care how it looks.”

“Of course!” Y/N chuckled, “You’re just so good at everything you do.”

“Exactly!” Eren said as he took off his shirt. Now it was Y/N’s turn to admire him. He was right. He was bigger than when she last saw him five years ago, and his physique made her mouth water. Eren caught her ogling at him and smirked.

“You wanna…”

“Absolutely not!”

“Not even a quick one?”

“No, Eren!” Y/N hissed, “Ian is on the other side of that wall, fearing that you will be gone when he wakes up. Control yourself and maybe tomorrow we can while he’s at school. If we have time after our errands.”

Eren groans, “You’d better prepare yourself then sweetheart. Because I will not be holding back~”

Y/N hums, “I hope you won’t~”

“Will this happen a lot?”

“Will what happen a lot?”

“Ian sleeping in our bed.”

“Probably. He did it a lot until he was about four and a half. Then he decided that he could sleep by himself. But now that you’re here, he might slip back into that. Don’t worry, he’ll probably start sleeping in his room once he feels comfortable knowing that you’re staying. But don’t get used to it when he stops, a baby-”

“Yeah yeah, the baby will be with us all the time.”

“Exactly.” Y/N said, grabbing his hand, “Let’s go. He needs to go to bed now.”

“Yes ma’am.” Eren saluted, earning a laugh from Y/N.

Ian’s smile brightened when he saw his parents enter the room, hand in hand.

“Daddy, your hair looks so cool!”

Eren chuckled as he slipped under the covers next to his son, “Thanks, buddy!”

“Alright boys,” Y/N said, slipping into the bed on the other side of Ian and reaching over to turn off the lamp, “time for bed.”

“Wait!” Ian said, sitting upright, “What about goodnight kisses?”

“Oh! How could I forget!” Y/N said, matching her son's posture.

“Goodnight kisses?”

“Yeah!” Ian said with a smile, “Mommy and I will teach you!”

Ian climbed into Y/N’s lap, facing her, “Watch closely Daddy!”

Eren nodded to his son with a smile.

“First, we do Eskimo kisses!” Ian said as he and Y/N rub their noses together with big smiles on their faces. Eren chuckled at Ian’s excitement.

“Then, we kiss our foreheads! Me first!”

Y/N angled her head down for Ian to kiss her forehead, then she kissed his. Ian then turned to his father with a big smile, “That’s our goodnight kisses! Now you try Daddy!”

“Alright, come over here,” Eren said.

Ian crawled into his father’s lap.

“What’s first?” the little boy said.

“Eskimo kisses,” Eren replied, leaning in, and rubbing noses with his son, earning giggles from the boy. He glanced over at Y/N who was giving a big smile at them.

“Forehead kisses!” Ian said. Eren leaned down, letting Ian kiss his forehead, and then kissed his son.

“Mommy and Daddy’s turn!”

“Can I kiss her on the lips?” Eren asked.

“Ew! No!” the boy exclaimed, “It has to be the forehead!”

Eren pouted at his son, earning a laugh from Y/N.

“Can he kiss me on the lips after?” Y/N inquired. The boy thought about it for a second.

“Fine! But I’m hiding under the covers!”

The adults chuckled at the boy's disgust for kissing on the lips. Ian watched with a smile as Y/N and Eren rubbed noses, each wearing a big smile, then kissing each other’s foreheads.

“Time to go under, Ian,” Eren said with a smirk.

“Wait!” Ian said as he dove under the covers, “Now go!”

Eren chuckled as he placed his lips on Y/N’s, giving her a quick and loud smooch, making sure to add a ‘muah’ at the end of it.

“Ew!” Ian exclaimed.

“Oh, come on buddy!” Eren laughed, “It’s not that bad! You’ll understand when you find someone you like.”

“Never!” Ian said, peeking his head out to make sure his parents were separated, “Kissing is nasty. Too many germs!”

Y/N laughed, “Alright! Time for bed!”

“Goodnight, Mommy! Goodnight, Daddy!”

“Goodnight!” both adults say as they wrap their arms around each other, Ian snuggled contently in between them, drifting off to sleep.

What Eren didn’t expect was to wake up halfway off the bed in the morning. He looked over to see Ian taking up almost the entirety of his side, limbs sprawled out, and Y/N sleeping peacefully on her side.

“This is normal.” Eren huffed as he got out of bed, careful to not wake the other two, and left to the bathroom to shower. As the warm water ran down his back, he thought of what the future would hold for him. He could no longer see the future, now that the titan curse has been broken, and it scared him a little. Was there still conflict between Paradis and Marley? Will another war break out? How will the people of Paradis react to him returning? Will they hate him? Fear him? Will Y/N and Ian be safe?

“Mind if I join?”

Eren looked up to see Y/N, naked, and stepping into the shower, closing the glass door behind her.

“Well, you’re already here,” Eren chuckled, turning back to wet his hair. He felt Y/N’s arms wrap around him, her breasts pushed against his back, fingers drawing circles on his toned abdomen.

“I should really thank Ymir…” she hummed.

“For what?”

“Making you look so sexy~” she purred.

Eren chuckled.

“What were you thinking about?” Y/N asked, planting a kiss against his skin.

“What do you mean?”

“You were standing under the water doing nothing, Eren. I know that’s when you’re thinking.”

Eren sighed, “I was just thinking about the future…”

“Like?” Y/N asked as she poured some shampoo in her hand, handing him the bottle.

“Like if Marley and Paradis are still in conflict, how people will react to me being back…if you and Ian will be safe…”

“Well,” Y/N huffed as she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, Eren copying her, “There is some minor conflict between Paradise and Marley. It’s only been five years, but Historia and the others are working hard to work with the Marleyan government to bring peace.”

“The others?” Eren questions, moving to let Y/N rinse her hair.

“Yeah. Me, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Annie, Connie and Pieck. We’re her diplomatic ambassadors. Well, more Armin, Connie, Reiner and Pieck. Historia let Me, Annie, Mikasa, and Jean have more time off because of their kids.”

“What about the Captain?”

“You know he’s never had a thing for diplomacy.” Y/N chuckles, grabbing the conditioner and letting Eren have his turn under the water, “He was more about killing titans as well as keeping you and Zeke in check.”

“What does he do now?”

“He owns a tea shop in Marley and here.”

“How does he run the one in Marley?” Eren asked as Y/N poured some conditioner in his hand, switching places with her.

“Gabi and Falco are running that one. Onyankopon helps from time to time.” Y/N said, rinsing the conditioner out of her hair.

“How did he get them to work for him?”

Y/N chuckled, pushing Eren back under the water, “I don’t know honestly. All I know is that they offered to help… As for what happens here with you being back, I think we’ll be fine. Historia might want to make an announcement about it, so we will probably need to be there for it, and you might have to say something about not coming back to kill us all.”

“But I didn’t do anything to anyone on the island!”

“Eren, almost everyone on the island drank Zeke’s spinal fluid wine. When he roared, they all became titans, and everyone had to kill them all. Not only that, but you also destroyed the walls, allowing the colossals to trample the city. You did take lives, whether you intended to or not.”

Eren rubbed the back of his head in shame, “Well when you put it like that you make me sound like…”

“A devil.” Y/N finishes. She looked up at Eren and sees the shame on his face.

“Hey,” she said, cupping his cheeks as she plants a kiss on his lips, “Everything will be fine. We will be fine. Baby steps. We’ll figure this out. We’re not alone. Everyone else is going to help us.”

Eren nodded and rested his head on her shoulders, both standing in their embrace, letting the warm water run down their bodies.

“Historia’s expecting her third soon!” Y/N said, trying to change the subject. Eren reels back with wide eyes.

“A third?”

Y/N nodded.

“With the same guy?”

“Yep.”

“I thought she didn’t like him?”

“They’ve gotten along better since then. They’re happy. I can tell she still misses Ymir from time to time.”

“What’s the second one?”

“A boy.”

Eren hummed, fingers drawing circles on her lower back. Y/N leaned up on her toes and planted a kiss on Eren’s lips.

“Ian is still asleep. He doesn’t have to wake up for another hour for school.”

Eren raised a brow, “Is he now?”

Y/N nodded with a small smile, a blush forming on her cheeks, feeling him harden against her stomach. Eren let out a growl as he gripped her jaw and smashed his lips against hers, his free hand reaching down to grip her butt. Y/N moaned into his mouth as he kneads her ass cheek, thighs rubbing together as she felt her core heat up. She let out a yelp as Eren roughly lifted her in the air, immediately wrapping her legs around his torso. Eren groaned as he felt her grind her core against him, thrusting his hips up into her. He slammed her against the tile wall of the shower, smothering her neck in kisses.

“Eren, Eren no m-marks~” she moaned, hands weaving themselves through his soft, damp hair.

“Too late,” Eren said with a smirk, looking at a hickey he left right under her collarbone.

“E-Eren!” She whimpered, meaning for it to sound sterner, but ultimately failed when she felt him thrust his cock against her, “W-What if ah! I-Ian sees it?”

“Just tell him that he accidentally hit you in his sleep,” Eren chuckled, pressing kisses along her breasts, “He almost kicked me off the bed this morning.”

“Y-You’re so-oh~ evil!” she moaned.

“That I am sweetheart~” Eren said, biting her earlobe.

“Eren! Eren please just put it in!” she moaned, grinding her hips into him.

“I would much rather take my time with you baby, but seeing as we will need to wake up Ian in a little bit, I’ll make it quick~”

Y/N’s mouth watered as she saw Eren line himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed himself in. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud as he pushed himself in. Eren threw his head back, mouth agape when he fully sheathed himself inside of her.

“Shit!” he hissed, “You’re so tight!” Eren mentally cursed himself for almost cumming immediately.

“I-It has been five years!” Y/N cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. They stayed still for a moment to let Y/N readjust to Eren and for Eren to compose himself.

“M-Move. Now.” Y/N groaned, rotating her hips against him.

Eren nodded, pressing himself closer against her, and pulled out almost all the way only to snap his hips harshly against hers. Y/N bit her lip to keep herself from screaming as Eren mercilessly pounded into her. It felt like they had been going at it for hours, but it had only been a few minutes before Y/N felt her core start to tighten.

“E-Eren~ F-Faster! Almost t-there~” she begged as she pulled his lower half closer to hers.

“I know baby~ I know. Me too…” Eren panted against her forehead as he upped his pace, “Gonna fuck another baby into you~ You like that? You tightened up again baby~ You want Daddy to fuck another one into you?”

“Yes! Yes, p-please Daddy~” Y/N whined, teetering at the edge of her high, “Please give me another baby! Please! Please!”

“Gonna be a good Momma again? Gonna let Daddy drink that sweet milk?” He groaned. Her walls tightened around him, bringing him closer to his high.

“Yes, Daddy!” She cried out, “I’ll be good mommy~ I promise!”

“Good girl~” Eren growled as he drew his hips back one last time, slamming them into her, bringing her and him to their euphoria.

Y/N slammed her lips over his, screaming into his mouth as her body quaked. Eren grunted into her, his hips jerking as he filled her with his seed. Eren detached his mouth from Y/N’s lips, taking in big gulps of air as Y/N leaned her head against the wall to catch her breath. Once they both calmed down, Eren pulled himself out of Y/N and helped her steady herself on her feet. He laughed when she almost doubled over on her shaky legs.

“Let me clean you, baby~” Eren purred as he grabbed the bar of soap and began to clean her legs, taking a second to watch his cum drip down her thighs, mixing with the water from the shower.

“Eren!” Y/N hissed, slapping his shoulder, “Hurry up! Ian might have already woken up by how loud you made me get!”

“Oh, that’s my fault?” Eren snorted, “I think you were enjoying it a little too much~”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man, “Just clean me!”

“Alright!” Eren chuckled, planting a kiss on her thigh, and continued to clean her. When he got to her core, she flinched.

“Sensitive?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“I’ll be gentle.”

When Eren finished cleaning Y/N, he cleaned himself and stepped out of the shower. When he had just wrapped a towel around his waist, as if on cue, a half-awake Ian walked into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning, buddy!” Eren chirped to the small boy.

“Good morning, Daddy~” the boy yawned, trudging over to his father, hugging his legs. Eren chuckled. He knelt down and wiped the rest of the sleep from the boy's eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” Eren asked.

“Mhm,” the boy responded, “Where’s Mommy?”

“In the shower. I was gonna make some toast and eggs for breakfast. You want some?”

“Mhm…” the boy said, slowly nodding off while standing in his father’s grasp.

“Why don’t you get in the shower with Mommy while I go get breakfast going?”

“Not gonna join?”

Eren almost choked on his spit at the question. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He and his parents used to take baths together when he was Ian’s age. Eren just was not sure about a shower…where his kid could see him…all of him…

“N-No sorry bud,” Eren stuttered, “I already showered. Maybe we can all take a bath later?”

Ian nodded, eyes closing again, “I like baths more anyways…”

“Need help getting out of your jammies?”

“Mhm…”

“Alright,” Eren said as he grabbed the bottom of Ian’s shirt, “Arms up. Good! Alright, hands on my shoulders. Good. Now this foot, lift it up. Okay, now the other foot. Alright! Let’s get you to Mommy.”

Eren opened the shower door and helped Ian step in, “One shower for Ian, Mama!” Eren called as he closed the door and walked to the closet to put on his clothes.

“Good morning, baby!” he heard Y/N coo at the child, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Ian said, “Wanna bath…”

“Well, we can take a bath tonight. We are running a tad bit behind schedule so we got to take a fast shower,” Y/N said, Eren smirking to himself in the closet as he finished getting his clothes on, “Daddy, can you breakfast going?”

“On it!” Eren called as he jogged into the kitchen to prep breakfast.

“Mommy!” Ian cried, now fully awake thanks to the shower, “What happened to your neck?!”

“Oh um,” Y/N stuttered, “You got a little crazy last night and accidentally hit me…”

“I’m sorry Mommy!” Ian exclaimed.

“No no no! It’s alright baby! I’m okay! I forgive you!”

“Okay... Daddy!” He called from the shower, “Did I hit you last night?”

Eren burst out laughing. Not because Ian asked if he hit him, but because Y/N used his excuse for the hickey, “No! But you did almost push me off the bed!” Eren laughed.

Ian laughed along with his dad, “Sorry Daddy!”

“All good, dude!”

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When Ian finished getting dressed for school, he ran into the kitchen and sat at the table, eagerly waiting for his first breakfast made by his dad.

“You hungry?” Eren asked, approaching with a plate of food.

“Yeah!”

“Alright,” he said, setting the plate in front of him with a set of children’s cutlery along with a glass of milk, “Eat up little man. Gotta build those muscles!”

“Thanks for the food!” Ian said as he started munching in the toast.

“Ian, don’t forget the eggs and fruit!” Y/N said as she walked out, brushing her hair, fully dressed for the day.

“Yes, Mommy!” Ian said and began to scarf down the eggs and fruit.

Y/N walked over to where Eren was sitting at the table and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a kiss to the top of his head, “Smells good~” she hummed.

“Want me to get you a plate?”

“No, I was thinking we could have brunch at Levi’s after we drop Ian off at school,” she said as she began to brush his damp hair, getting the tangles out.

“I wanna go to Uncle Levi’s café too!” Ian whined.

“We can go together later, baby,” Y/N said as she was working through a tough knot in Eren’s hair, “Just you, me and daddy.”

“Okay!” Ian said. He chugged the milk and jumped out of his chair to run to his room, “I’m gonna get my backpack!”

“Alright, buddy!” Eren called, “We’ll be waiting!”

Y/N kept brushing his hair as Eren hummed at the soft feeling of her fingers rubbing his scalp. When she finished, she handed him his hair tie and watched him tie his hair up. Eren stood and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

“How are you feeling?” he hummed.

“Like I just got railed after being celibate for five years,” Y/N snorted, earning a chuckle from her lover, “A little sore, but I’ll live. It’s nothing compared to fighting titans for days on end. How about you?”

“Just peachy!” Eren smiled, planting a kiss on her lips.

“I’m ready!!” Ian yelled as he jumped down the stairs.

“Alright baby!” Y/N said, grabbing her purse and opening the door, “Let’s get going!”

Ian grabbed Eren’s hand and dragged him out the door, “Come on, Daddy!”

Eren laughed at the boy's excitement, “Alright, alright! Don’t forget mom!”

Ian’s slipped his other hand into his mother’s with a big smile, “Let’s go!”

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To say that Eren’s return had been kept a secret would be a lie. The adults did try to keep it on the down-low. They really did. Connie and Jean couldn’t go without telling their mothers that their friend had returned, which resulted in the women telling their friends which resulted in their friends telling their friends, and so on. Soon almost everyone heard that Eren was back but didn’t quite believe it since they had yet to see him. That was until they saw him walking through town with his son and Y/N, all holding hands. As they walked, they would see people stop and stare as well as hear them whispering to each other, asking if that was really him and if he still was a titan shifter.

Y/N looked over at Eren and saw his mouth form into a frown and his eye begin to twitch.

“Eren,” she said, catching his attention. She gave him a small smile, “It’ll be okay.”

Eren returned the smile and nodded. Ian seemed to notice the interaction and squeezed his father’s hand, causing the man to look down at him.

“It’s okay, Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, “We’re happy you’re back home!”

Eren smiled and picked up the boy, bringing him into a hug, “How did you get to be so strong?”

“Because I am!” Ian smiled, patting his father’s cheek, “Let’s go! I don’t wanna be late!”

Eren and Y/N laughed. Eren shifted Ian to his side and grabbed Y/N’s hand as they continued to the school, ignoring the murmurs and stares of the crowd.

“Ian!” Nico shouted as he ran towards the trio as they approached the school.

“Nico!” Ian said, running to his friend after Eren put him on the ground.

“I’m guessing the walk here wasn’t too pleasant?” Armin said sheepishly, putting a hand on Eren’s shoulder in comfort.

“I’m a walking corpse,” Eren snorted.

“Historia knows,” Annie said, “She’s arranging for a conference.”

“Immediately?” Y/N asked.

Armin shook his head, “No. She knows that you two would probably want to spend a little bit of time together, so she will set the date for whenever you two are ready. She would like to get it done before a wedding so that things won’t be too hectic for you. If you guys are even going to get married. Are you?”

“We were actually going to go to the Captain’s cafe to discuss that,” Y/N said, “If you guys want to join us, you’re more than welcome to. We’d actually like your input.”

“Captain’s got some good banana bread!” Jean said, walking up with Mikasa’s hand in his.

“Now we’re just missing Connie…” Y/N hummed.

“I’m here!” Connie shouted, running towards them, “I had to make sure what happened last night wasn’t a dream. Eren! You’re still here!”

“In the flesh,” Eren chuckled.

“Connie, we’re going to the Captain’s for brunch,” Mikasa informed.

“Oh cool, okay, um, Jean?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you…”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Connie, you make your oen money being Historia’s ambassador, how do you keep forgetting your wallet every time we go out to eat?” Armin asked.

“I know! I know!” Connie sighs, “It’s just that I’m so forgetful and Sasha- well- she would always remind me…”

Everyone fell silent at their fallen friend's name.

“Connie,” Eren said, “I’m sorry about Sasha… I really am. I’m sorry I acted like such a jerk when it happened. I just saw it in the future, and I tried so fucking hard to make different choices so she wouldn’t die…”

Connie pulled Eren into a hug, “Thank you. I’m sorry I was such a jerk to you also. I can only imagine how hard it was to know it was going to happen all those years. I just wished I could’ve known, or even Niccolo, so we could have cherished our time with her more. She believed in you, Eren. She believed in you till the end.”

Everyone stayed silent while the two hugged it out, letting them have their moment to reconcile and mourn over their friend together. When the two pulled away, they heard Ian calling to his parents.

“Daddy!” Ian said with a smile, leading a woman by the hand to the group, Lily and Nico following, “Daddy this is Mrs. Foster. She’s my teacher!”

Eren looked from the boy to the woman, who was almost shaking to death looking up at the tall man. The man who almost flattened their entire kingdom five years ago. Everyone else turned away, trying to hold in their laughter at the sight of a teacher about to piss herself in front of their friend.

“I told her that you weren’t dangerous anymore, Daddy! I said you weren’t a titan anymore!” Ian said proudly.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help it. The kid literally told the grown woman that the man wasn’t dangerous, yet she looks like she’d come face to face with the Grim Reaper. Both men doubled over, laughing their asses off.

“Would you two shut up!” Eren said in a broken laugh, Y/N rolling her eyes at the childish behavior of the men around her. She stepped in between the teacher and Eren, drawing the woman’s eyes to her.

“Mrs. Foster, this is Eren Jaeger, Ian’s father,” Y/N said with a smile, gesturing to the man next to her.

Eren smiled at the woman, stretching out his arm to offer her his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

The woman slowly placed a shaky hand into his, jumping at how he firmly grabbed it, “P-Pleasure to m-make your a-acquaintance.”

“I hope Ian hasn’t given you too much trouble,” Eren said, sending a wink to the pouting child.

“Oh, n-no not at all! T-There was a small incident with the children during role call yesterday-”

“Oh, yeah. He told me about it.”

“O-Oh he did?”

Eren nodded, “I told him to not worry about it. He has good friends and a great support system, so he shouldn’t worry about what other people call him. I understand that some people see me as a monster, and it’s what I was. I did it for the protection of Paradise, the whole world actually.”

Mrs. Foster looked at him in confusion, “I-I don’t understand?”

“Everything will be revealed when Queen Historia has her press conference with Eren and all of us,” Armin told her, “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

Mrs. Foster nodded, still confused, “Still, such rude things shouldn’t be said to children! I will try my best to make sure that my children don’t be mean to each other.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Foster,” Y/N said with a smile, “Ian really likes you as his teacher. We just want him to have a good time at school.”

“And I will make sure he does!” Mrs. Foster said, “Come along now children, time to go to class!”

Lily and Nico give their parents last hugs before running to the school building, calling for Ian to follow them.

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Ian said giving his parents a big hug before running to the building, “See you after school!”

“Bye baby!” Y/N called, “Have fun!” When Y/N looked over at Eren, she gave him a warm smile and grabbed his hand, turning to the group.

“Eren you totally spooked the old lady!” Connie started laughing again.

“It’s like she thought you were gonna turn into a titan and eat her for what happened to Ian!” Jean howled.

“Which is why we need to make a plan about what our next steps will be,” Mikasa said, dragging Jean and Connie by the ears, “Come on guys. I’m hungry.”

There was no going against Mikasa when she was hungry, so everyone else followed her, snickering at the pain the two men were in, to Levi’s café.

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“Captain!!” Connie shouted once they entered the café, all eyes turning to the former soldiers of the Survey Corps. They were about to give a round of applause for the group but fell silent at the sight of Eren.

“What are you brats doing here?” Levi said hobbling over with a crutch.

“Woah, Captain!” Connie gasped, “You’re…walking?”

“I thought you weren’t allowed to walk.” Armin said, “Your leg was busted.”

“I didn’t want to tell you kids this since I knew you would make a huge deal about it,” Levi sighed, looking around at his uneasy customers. He looked at Eren then the rest of the group, “Let’s sit down and talk.” Levi led them to a corner of the café where he had the boys push two tables together. Levi called one of his employees over to take everyone’s order. Everyone snickered at how Levi told the young man to keep his composure when he saw Eren. But instead of being frightened of Eren, the young man thanked him for protecting Paradis and admitted that he was a Jaegerist when hee was a teenager.

“Mr. Jaeger!” the man exclaimed, “We are having a meeting, the Jaegerists, this weekend. You should come! Everyone would be thrilled to have you there!”

“Oh god…” Jean groaned in annoyance.

“What do you say, Mr. Jaeger? Will you lead the cause once more?”

“There is no cause,” Eren said flatly.

The man looked at him in confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“I never wanted to build an Eldian Empire. I never wanted to destroy Marley. I only used you for my own plan to end the curse of the titans, which I achieved. The Jaegerists should have been disbanded when I died. Go tell your men that Eren Jaeger orders them to give up. Now if you will go do the job that my captain has so graciously given you, I would like to have a peaceful meal with my fiancé and my family.” Eren said.

“Y-Yes, sir. Apologies, sir!” the man said, almost saluting to Eren, but caught himself and walked back into the kitchen.

Eren sighed in annoyance, rubbing his forehead, listening to the whispers spiraling throughout the café.

‘He told the Jaegerists to disband?’

‘Why is he back?’

‘He’s getting married? Wait, that’s the woman with the child that lives alone at the beach. Is he the father?’

‘He did all of that to get rid of the titans?’

Levi noticed Eren’s discomfort, and stood to address the customers in his café, “Alright, everyone out! The café is closing early. If you haven’t paid don’t worry about it. Everyone out, now!”

Slowly but surely, everyone in the café filed out of the building. Levi told Jean to lock the doors and flip the sign to ‘Closed’. The young man and another employee came out to give everyone their food but were surprised to see the café empty. Levi told them to go ahead and clean up then clock out.

“The Jaegerists still exist?” Eren asked in disbelief.

“Yep,” Jean sighed, “You got some dedicated idiots.”

“I mean, most of them did some good,” Armin said, “They combined the three military branches into one to protect the kingdom… but yeah there are a few of them that still believe that we should take over Marley or something.”

“That’s one thing you’ll have to address at the conference,” Y/N said, rubbing Eren’s back in comfort.

Eren nodded in understanding, then turned to his captain, “So you can walk?” he said, still intrigued by seeing him walking.

Levi sighed, “Not fully. I was in Marley so much the last two months because those two idiots were having trouble running the café over there. I made acquaintances with a doctor there who said that they came up a new method of surgery that helps mend bones faster and better. He said he knew about what happened to me during our battle against you, and it hurt him seeing me in so much pain. Not that I was, I just hated being in that wheelchair for so long. So, he offered to perform the surgery on me.”

“And you said yes?” Jean asked.

“Of course, I did you brat!” Levi growled, “I’m tired of people doing things for me.”

“But why were you in the wheelchair last night?” Annie inquired.

“I’m still in therapy,” Levi huffed, “I have to use the wheelchair occasionally, so I don’t re-injure myself. I’m told in about a year from now, I should be able to function normally again… It’s a pain in the ass, but at least I’ll be able to do stuff by myself.”

“That’s amazing, Captain!” Y/N beamed.

“You don’t need to call me ‘Captain’, Y/N. The Scouts are disbanded.” Levi said.

“I mean yeah,” Mikasa shrugged, “But we don’t feel comfortable calling you by your name. You’ve always been ‘Captain’ to us.”

“And you’ll always be our Captain!” Y/N smiled.

“You all kept your ODM gear, didn’t you?” Levi sighed.

“Yep,” Jean said, “Sometimes Mikasa and I go into the woods and use them while Lily is with my mom. It’s nostalgic. Feels good to use them.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Eren said, turning to the other two couples, “How do you guys find time to do… you know… with kids around?”

“We haven’t really had much time to ourselves,” Armin said, Annie, nodding with him.

“We usually get time to ourselves in Marley. We leave Nico with my father while we stay in a hotel for a night. Here, not so much. Sometimes while she’s at school. But either one of us is with Historia doing work.”

“Same here,” Mikasa said, “Usually we will send Lily to Jean’s mother.”

“Let me guess,” Jean snorted, “Ian cockblocked you?”

“I told him it’s normal. Kids require a lot of attention,” Y/N said with a sigh.

“I mean yeah,” Connie said, “But you both have been like- well in Y/N’s case, holding back for five years. And you,” he said gesturing to Eren, “have been…dead? I mean you both must be…frustrated?”

“We already fixed that this morning,” Eren said.

“Shower?” Armin asked.

“Shower,” Eren replied, snorting at Y/N covering her cheeks in shame as she looked over to the captain. It then dawned on everyone that the captain, the person they considered a parent, was listening to them talking about when they fuck.

“Oh god…” Armin groaned, “I am so sorry Cap-”

“I agree,” Levi said casually while taking a sip of his tea, catching everyone off guard, “Do it while the kids are still asleep in the morning. The shower drowns out the noises. But if you want a more intimate and open setting, send the kids off.”

“Yeah, but where?” Eren said in a broken laugh, “Both our parents are dead.”

Armin let out a snort, everyone turning to him, “I’m sorry,” he giggled, “but I just had a fun idea. Why don’t we each take turns hosting the kids ‘slumber parties’ when one of us needs a break?”

“What do you mean?” Jean asked.

“Well, let’s say you and Mikasa want to have a romantic evening with just the two of you. If you don’t want to burden your mom with watching Lily, just hand her off to us or Y/N and Eren. That way Lily can have a slumber party with her friends and you two can enjoy some alone time. Same with Ian and Nico.”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Y/N agreed, “We might be hosting for a while because Ian will want to be around Eren. He’s been wanting to have a slumber party with Nico and Lily, but now that Eren’s back, he’ll want to stick around with him. But we will definitely take you up on that offer when the wedding rolls around.”

“So, you’re going to get married?!” Connie said, “Did you propose, Eren?”

“Not really,” Eren said with a small smile.

“We kind of actually just agreed on it,” Y/N chuckled, “We want to keep it small and intimate. Just you all and your families. Historia and the others in Marley as well. Nothing too big.”

“When do you plan to have the ceremony?” Mikasa asked.

“Well, we wanted to do it soon, because someone is desperate to have another baby,” Y/N chuckled, giving Eren a light punch to his arm, “But because of the conference Historia is planning, we might have wait until after that. Just so we can have the wedding and not worry about too much after that. By the way, Captain, are you ordained? We knew Commander Erwin and Hange were.”

“Yeah,” Levi said, “I’m ordained. I’ve performed a couple of weddings in the Survey Corps.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Mostly desperate couples who fucked a couple of times and decided to get married before missions in case something happens to them.”

“Tragic,” Connie said.

“Mhm,” Levi agreed, “Made me feel like shit when they died.”

“Well,” Y/N said, clearing her throat, “We’d like for you to officiate our wedding. Will you?”

Levi gave her and Eren a smile, “Sure.”

Y/N gave Eren a big smile and hugged him.

“Thank you, Captain,” Eren said.

Levi gave Eren a nod and turned to Armin, “So we just need to decide a date for the conference?”

Armin nodded and turned to Eren, “Historia said it’s up to you when you’re ready.”

Eren looked at Y/N to get her opinion. She squeezed his hand, “It’s up to you.”

Eren looked back at Armin, “This weekend. I want all of this behind me so I can live my life with my family in peace.”

Armin nodded, “I will tell Historia today when I leave from here. Now I know you both have some things to do for the rest of today, so let’s finish up our meals. Each of you will be participating in this conference as well. This is where we tell everyone the truth about what really happened five years ago.”

Armin lifted his cup, everyone following him, “For Eren.”

“For Eren.”

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Everything went by so fast for Y/N and Eren. The whole town was buzzing now that Eren was back. People would cower in fear before him or rejoice in his return, all the while the couple just tried to act like it was normal. The conference happened. Everyone was there in attendance, even the Warriors from Marley came in to participate. It was there that the truth was revealed about what happened five years ago. That Eren’s plan all along was to turn into the villain to bring the two countries together to end him and the curse of the titans. It was there that Eren apologized publicly for his actions and the lives he took. That he had no choice but to do it so that no one else will suffer under the rule of the titans. That he would accept any punishment given to him. To everyone’s surprise, the conference, the reveal of the truth, and Eren’s apology had people both in Marley and Paradise stepping behind him. Many people would thank Eren for everything he did, for sacrificing himself so that they could live without fear. Because of the amount of support, he received and with the titans now gone from the world, Queen Historia and the government of Marley agreed to drop any charges against Eren Jaeger, allowing him his wish to live a peaceful life with his family and friends.

A week after the conference, Y/N and Eren were wed at the beach near their home, finally bringing their dream that they promised each other eight years ago when they first went to Marley to reality, surrounded by their family. Not even a month into their marriage, Y/N became pregnant with their second child. Eren was ecstatic at the news. He made sure Y/N was well taken care of. It got to the point where Y/N had to get onto him about not letting her do much, only to have her heart melt when he told her that he wants to do everything he never got the chance to do for her when she was pregnant with Ian. She laughed every time Eren and Ian would work together frantically to make sure she was comfortable. She knew that they both made an agreement to protect her, and it warmed her heart to see that they have formed such a strong father-son relationship.

Ian was doing better with the kids at school. Since Eren’s conference, the kids had been nicer to Ian, apologizing for how they treated him when school started. He was almost as happy as Eren was to hear that he would be a big brother, immediately telling his friends.

The ‘kids slumber party’ trade-off had been very successful amongst the couples. They even allowed Connie to watch the kids sometimes when all three couples need some alone time together. The kids absolutely adored their Uncle Connie. Sometimes it got to the point where Levi would have to step in and assist the poor man in maintaining the hyper five-year-olds. Levi would never admit it, but they all knew he enjoyed spending time with his kids’ kids. One night, after a long session of passionate, heavily pregnant lovemaking, Y/N and Eren had decided on a name for a boy and a girl and who the godparents would be. A couple of months latere, Y/N, coincidentally, gave birth a couple of days after their captain was released from his physical therapy. When Levi walked into the hospital room, he noticed Connie was there as well, cooing at the baby in Y/N’s arms with Eren standing next to her with tears in his eyes. Y/N looked up from her baby to see her captain walking towards her, giving him a big smile.

“How do you feel?” she asked him.

“Like myself again,” Levi said. He approached the side of her bed and looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in its mother’s arms, “And who is this new cadet?”

Eren looked at Y/N who gave him a nod. He placed a hand on Connie’s shoulder, and gave it a squeeze, “Her name is Sasha. Sasha Jaeger.”

Connie looked at the couple with wide eyes, tears quickly filling up as he hugged Eren with all his might, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” he cried. Eren chuckled at his friend's excitement that they decided to use the name he suggested.

Levi sniffed as he tried to quickly wipe a tear that was about to escape his eye.

“I saw that, Captain,” Y/N laughed.

“It’s a good name,” Levi said with a deep breath, “A good way to honor her.”

“So why are we here?” Connie asked, wiping his tears away.

“Well,” Eren said, looking at Y/N.

“We wanted to ask you two if you would be her godfathers. Will you take care of her if anything were to happen to us?” Y/N asked.

“Yes!” Connie said, tears spilling out of his eyes again, “Of course, I will!”

Y/N looked up at her Captain, who leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, “Anything for you, kid,” he said with a smile as he looked at the couple, “You both did good.”

“Connie,” Y/N said, “Do you want to hold her?”

“C-Can I?” Connie said, looking at Eren almost asking for permission.

“She’s the boss. Don’t look at me. But if you drop her, I swear-”

“I won’t!” Connie said as he held out his hands.

Y/N carefully placed her newborn into his arms, watching with a smile as Connie carefully swayed with her daughter.

“Hi, Sasha~” Connie cooed, “Aren’t you a beautiful thing! I’m gonna be the best godfather you could ever have. Actually, Levi might be better at it than me, but I’ll be the funnest one.”

“That’s not even a word,” Levi said, “And of course, I’ll be better than you.”

“Sh!” Connie hushed his captain, “I’m speaking to my goddaughter. You’ll have your turn. Now I want you to know that you are named after a very special woman. Her name was Sasha Braus and she was the absolute best, just you’re gonna be…”

Y/N gave a big smile at how attached Connie and Levi are to their daughter already. She looked up at Eren who leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, “You did amazing my Campanula~”

“Well, I had my two favorite boys help me along the way,” Y/N smiled, taking his hand in hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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As Y/N and Eren live on their lives, they have three more kids, the last pregnancy being a set of twins, catching them both by surprise. The family ended up being three girls and four boys. When Y/N was pregnant with the third, Eren decided to expand the house, adding a couple of more rooms. Y/N laughed when the twins came, joking with Eren that he somehow knew the future when he added the extra rooms. Because of the success that Eren had at getting Y/N pregnant so many times, the boys dubbed Eren the BMG, the Baby Making God. Though after having the twins, Y/N told Eren that she was done having children. She laughed at his reaction and told him that sex would still happen, but that he would need to be more careful.

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Y/N sighed in contentment as she walked along the beach with her husband hand in hand, watching their children play together in the water.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” Eren asked as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“We went through so much as kids,” she said, as she watched eleven-year-old Ian and six-year-old Sasha entertain their younger siblings with so much love in her eyes, “so that they could smile.”

“We did,” Eren said as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his side. He watched as Ian tied his hair up so that his siblings wouldn’t pull on it, his son’s green eyes filled with laughter as his younger brother but a sand bucket on his head. True to his word, Ian grew out his hair to look like his father.

“He really does look like me,” Eren chuckled.

“I know!” Y/N huffed, “There’s like, none of me in him! You literally put a clone of yourself inside me. It’s so funny because the rest of them look like both of us!”

Eren laughed and pulled his wife in, pressing his lips against hers.

“Do you miss it?” she asked.

“Miss what?”

“The old times. Battling titans. Being a titan yourself.”

“I mean, not really,” Eren said, “I was always scared of losing you then, and now I don’t. Because we are safe, with our family.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her husband.

“You know, I kind of miss your titan,” she confessed.

“Ugh, I know! I kind of do too. It was so awesome,” Eren groaned, completely agreeing with her.

“Except for the whole ‘you only have thirteen years left to live’ thing,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, except for that,” Eren agreed.

“It was pretty sexy, not going to lie,” Y/N hummed, “It’s a shame we never tried anything with it… you were always off with Hange doing experiments or using it on missions…”

“You know that physically would not have worked, baby,” Eren said.

“I mean,” Y/N shrugged, “you had fingers and a tongue…”

Eren grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to try that?!”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to,” Y/N whined.

“Of course, I would’ve!” Eren groaned.

“Oh my god, Eren!” Y/N exclaimed, “Of course, we figure this out when there are no more titans!”

Eren laughed, “I guess we’re both at fault for that missed opportunity.”

Y/N snorted, “Yeah…”

“I’m just happy to be here with you,” Eren said as he kissed her head, “To have a family with you.”

“Me too,” Y/N sighed, leaning into him, noses touching, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Eren sighed, latching his lips onto hers.

“You’re stuck with me Jaeger,” Y/N smirked against his lips.

Eren gave her another kiss, “Forever and ever.”

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Whoo! The final part is done! I hope you all enjoyed it! i feel like i might’ve rushed it at the end...idk ive been running on like 5 hours of sleep for like the past two days lol! I would love to hear what you thought of it!

[bakugohoex]

“really? you wanna have sex…. here? now?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: aged up, nsfw (spanking, choking, degradation, nipple play and fucking), language, alcohol and kissing

word count: 2100+

information: impatient collab masterlist hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting​

a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this little one shot and read all the other works that are in the collab masterlist up above

summary: in which you arrive at a pro hero event and with bakugo unable to keep his eyes off of you, you end up doing a lot more than catching up and drinking with your friends

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Stars enchanted the night sky, lust filled the air, you could almost see the sparks come from the enormous building. Streets were bombarded with black sleek cars, the twilight glint grazed across the flashing of cameras, one by one pro heroes flooded to the event. The only one Bakugo saw was you, both arriving separately, the suit fitted him perfectly but his eyes, god those scarlet eyes couldn’t keep off of you.

It was obvious to other pro heroes of the relationship, the heart eyes that filled him, the softness he seemed to get when looking at you, the longing eyes. He was a kid in love, and even after all these years it felt like seeing you for the first time.

The red dress clinged to your figure, thin straps encasing your shoulder. Bakugo would’ve stared longer if it wasn’t for Kirishima pushing him to the side “oi shitty hair.” He scowled but even then his gaze never left yours, catching you give a small lingering gaze to his own body.  But you turned to quickly follow Mina who had grabbed your hand, cameras continued to flash enthusiastically once inside. It was blinding, one photo after another with the people you worked with, but then he came.

“Ever so pretty aren’t you.” You could almost feel his grin etch onto your body.

The way the cameras had fallen in love, flashing multiple times at the two of you. His arm resting on your back it was a comfort of lovers in a public place. Your own arm touching his back, he could feel your soft fingers skimming up and down. It made him take a sharp breathe before giving a smirk, you played innocent, not a single word having been uttered between you two.

You noticed him look down at your shorter frame, the boy who had grown since your UA days had become more than you had ever thought. The sex appeal that he presented alongside with his hot-headed confidence made you swoon. His fingers lingered grazing the exposed skin at your back, it was sensitive but made you fluster.

His mouth went to your ear, it lingered bringing a soothing comfort you had missed, his hot breath fanning your exposed jaw. He had thought about every single thing he had wanted to say to you, how gorgeous and seductive you looked. But he didn’t, you heard him hum before departing from your ear. He had been eyeing your neck waiting to bruise it up but all he could think was how if he could, bend you right in front of the cameras and give a show to the world.

“Y/n.” Mina squealed grabbing your soft fingers, taking them running past multiple other pro heroes who were being shouted at to pose.

Her fingers were soft and Bakugo was left standing alone and silent, he grinned and looked forward watching how your body moved along with the dress. He wanted to grab you and whisk you away but the soft intimate movement you both had had would not occur again tonight. To let both you be seen, privately, touching each other, everything would be uncovered.

Greetings between your old classmates occurred, but even then, your eyes couldn’t leave the blonde. The suit fitted him perfectly, extenuating all his features, you seethed, embarrassment hitting at how easily you got turned on by him. His shirt was just a little too tight, the unbuttoned jacket letting his abs indent through the thin white shirt. Even his trousers encased his thighs, sitting down had done nothing but turn you on.

Your eyes filled with lust, rubbing your thighs together, all you wanted was to ride his rough thighs, cum all over them and then cum right on his veiny cock. He noticed your eyes shift and even with you silence between your friends, he noticed only you.

He knew you were riled up, knew how you tried to stand straight but could see how you trembled a bit, he noticed your fingers on your thighs. His outfit having done on a number on you, but who was to say he wasn’t riled up himself.

He knew you’d want to wait; knew he’d ravage you when you both arrived home. But under the yellow lights that provided warmth, he could see the beauty in you and that was what really turned him on. “Y/n they’re passing champaign we need to get a ton.” Mina buzzed already half drunk, you nodded still being quiet. Your thighs and core rubbing against one another made you tense, and you were scared a low muffle might come out and show Bakugo how much you craved him, lusted for him.

He stood up without a word, nobody questioned it, already expecting a grumble back from the man who had just been annoyed with Kirishima for taking his drink. You noticed the smirk and, in an instant, knew he was planning something that was definitely not going to end well. The event hadn’t even started and yet he was hurrying of, “Y/n you’re quieter than usual, you missing Bakugo beside you.” Kirishima mocked, raising an eyebrow at the boy before speaking.

“I had a long day today.”

At the sound of those words, Denki in an instant wiggled his eyes, “I bet you did.” You slapped his side shaking your head at his idiocrasy. You continued talking among yourself, you were still soaking but you were less turned on with the lack of Bakugo’s presence but also Denki and Kirishima fighting about their body counts.

Your phone flashed and it could only be one person, seeing his name with the heart, you opened the message and knew he was up to something.

‘meet me outside’

You left the boy on read, excusing yourself, Denki even giving you a thumbs up. “Have fun.” Muttered from the blondes mouth and you so wish you could hit him again.

Maybe you were oblivious but Bakugo didn’t care and on your arrival to the entrance were cameras still flashed outside and the ones inside hadn’t noticed you. You saw Bakugo leaning against a wall, his back facing away from the cameras, he smirked at the sight of you. His pretty little thing.

Grabbing your arm he pushed you through the doors of what looked like a storage cupboard, grabbing your waist and turning you. Your back hitting the door with a loud thunk, he turned the light on and even with it being a dusty cupboard, it was small, his body easily pressed against yours. Suffocating you both to become almost one entity, “Kat…”

He interrupted his finger to your mouth before his blush lips cascaded across your neck. The open mouth kisses made your back arch under his arm, you enticed him and all he wanted was you. “Arch that back for me baby, I’m going to make you cum.”

“Really? You wanna have sex…. here? Now?” The question had come out from your mouth breathlessly and looking up at you, the straps of your dress already falling off your shoulder. How could he ever stop himself at his only love.

He grinned, “yes, now be a good girl and turn around baby.” It was a command, his hands gripping your sides, your ass on full view. “This is for running off.”

A harsh smack was heard through the fabric, he smirked at how easily you had moaned at one little slap. But the way your ass felt under his hand even through the material was driving him wild. “No foreplay.”

“Ok…okay.” His left hand moved to cup one of your boobs and your knew where his other hand was going, massaging the breast with his hand he flicked his middle and index between your hard nipple.

He had noticed it when you had come to meet him, but here now it felt relaxed under his fingers. He knew once he got home, he couldn’t wait to suck on your nipples and eat you out like you deserved. He lifted the dress up gaining a better view of just how perfect your body was arched in front of him. “You’re going to be a good fucking girl and make sure nobody hears.”

You nod but the slap that indented your now red left cheek made you moan even louder for the boy, “use your fucking words.”

“Yes s…sir.” You tried to surpress a moan at how he tugged your underwear down, leaving it at your ankles. His fingers running back and forth feeling the slick coat his finger whilst his other hand continued to kneed at your boobs.

You could hear him undo his trousers with the slick coated fingers before a sucking noise coming from behind. The way he groaned at the taste of your body intoxicated you with more lust, without any hesitation or warning he slammed into you making you arch even more.

The feeling of his hard cock between your walls made you overflow with desire to feel him go deeper. “So tight for me princess.” He hummed moving back out before slamming back in going deeper.

“Faster.” You whispered trying to not moan as loud.

You could almost feel his grin behind you, it was sadistic, and he enjoyed it. “I can’t hear you.”

“Please f…faster sir.”

“That’s my little slut.” The degradation filled you his previously slick coated hand had been rubbing your ass with each thrust. But moving closer and closer to your neck, he brought it around your neck in an instant. Tightening it with ease, “you like this don’t yah, let’s make them all hear.”

It had dawned on you how a mere thin wall away was cameras and flashes that in a second could expose it all. You were too out of it to care, each thrust going in faster and deeper, he gripped your neck up bringing your chest up to the door. Your neck on full display with his rough callous hands wrapped around it making you lean against his shoulder. His other hand leaving your nipples and moving to the easily accessible clit rubbing at it to make you go into sensory overload.

“Fuck…yes, fuck baby.” His groans in your ear made you melt inside, feeling even more intoxicated and lustful.

Your legs had twitched due to the movement that made him angel different. He loved it too much, how on display you were, how he was able to move his mouth to bite at your jaw. It was heaven, moving back and forth and before you knew it you could feel yourself give way. “Cum.”

“Cum for me baby, come on me.” You did so letting the white gush out of your core, he felt you drip onto his cock but continued thrusting his release coming soon. A few hard thrusts into your numb cunt and his own white cum filled you up, you felt encased and Bakugo was definitely not making this easy for you.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed, grabbing your underwear and pulling it to your sore cunt, “you’re going to keep me inside of you.”

“Katsuki.” You whined feeling tired and rough and not having to keep his cum stuffed in you.

He did his belt watching how your hair was dishevelled and makeup slightly smudged but sortable. “Don’t you want to be a good fucking girl.”

He brought his hands to cup your cheek, putting his mouth on your own, it was a softer kiss but still had the rough tendencies of Bakugo. Whilst letting go he moved to your ear, “I’ll fuck you even harder at home, my little slutty girl.”

He put the red straps back up on your shoulders, smirking at how you had been praised but degraded at the same time. “I’m expecting a lot tonight.”

“Of course you are princess.” Kissing your temple his lips softer from feeling the moisture of your mouth, “go first and don’t be suspicious, okay dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waived him off sneakily getting out of the door, straightening your dress and moving to the bathroom.

Bakugo followed swiftly, acting like he hadn’t just fucked you into an oblivion and mere minute ago. Everything had seemed fine; nobody had noticed and most of the all the night was a success. That’s what you thought but what you both hadn’t noticed was the camera that had been angled right where the door was. And the flashing red light indicating it had recorded the both of you coming out with messy looks and a demeanour that you two were a lot more than just friends.

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[mercurygguk]

what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends. 

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her. 

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

[honeytae]

I didn’t know you had a thing for bandanas.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIV! omg how do i even start...you’re not only one of my favorite people on this site but literally one of my favorite souls on this earth. you radiate warmth, wit, and yes...thottery :) so of course i had to write some grammys tae smut for you, right? of course i did. i love you so much, i hope you have a fabulous day and i’m sending you so so many hugs! happiest of birthdays to you @taetaespeaches, my sister wife, my twin flame, the best honey boy min enthusiast, my favorite wholesome thot! i love you i love you i love you <3

genre: smut (ofc)

warnings: GRAMMYS TAEHYUNG, suggestive texting mentions, tae’s a Tease™️, heavy petting and groping, grinding/dry humping, fingering, brief nipple play, there’s a handjob or two, unprotected sex (stay safe!), mild dirty talk and profanity, this is pretty much just filth i do apologize

word count: 2.7k

“Oh my god.” 

Huffing, you tossed your phone back onto the counter, staring back at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, lips parted in disbelief. You could not believe Taehyung, truly. He could be a tease, of course, but tonight he was on another level. 

The number of photos, that could only be described as none other than thirst traps, you’d been sent throughout the night was dizzying.

Spanning from the time he was getting ready for the Grammy’s red carpet to when he was backstage in that goddamn bandana for the Old Town Road performance, you’d already stashed them in a hidden folder, pulling them back up on your screen whenever your brain drifted to them again. Which, admittedly, had been a lot over the past few hours. 

Despite traveling overseas for the award ceremony together, you could not attend the show with him for obvious reasons. Truly, you didn’t mind. You weren’t about the glitz and glamour anyway; but fuck, he really wasn’t making it easy on you. 

In addition to the multiple professionally taken shots of your boyfriend at the show beginning to circulate, your texting conversation with him consisted of only attachment after attachment at this point, eyes practically bulging out of your head with each scroll of your thumb and hooking you in for more in his absence from your hotel room.

And that had been your only activity for the night until you decided to part from the television and get ready for bed. 

Groaning when your phone began buzzing repeatedly on the marble, you set the washcloth you’d been running over your face atop the surface, peeking at the screen and rolling your eyes when you saw your boyfriend’s name across the top of it.

Swiping your thumb across the flashing display, you lifted the phone to your ear, leaning your stomach against the counter as you mumbled a greeting. 

“Hey, why didn’t you respond?” He asked immediately, making you chuckle at his bluntness. 

“I’m still processing the information you’ve provided me with, Tae.” You responded, hearing the man’s deep chuckle reverberate through the device. 

“What information is that, love?” 

You could hear the amused teasing in his voice, smug grin prominent on his face as he awaited your reply. 

“The endless shirtless selfies, Taehyung. That is the information I’m referencing.” You said, thinking back on the several attachments you’d gotten notifications for over the course of the night, each time Taehyung was changing his outfit followed by a photo of him nearly naked in the mirror backstage.

“I thought they were tasteful.” He teased, giggling when you groaned on the other side of the call. 

“Biting your lip while gripping your bulge? Oh yeah, I’m sure Army’s would agree. Very tasteful.” You teased back, the man humming deeply.

“I don’t share those things with Army though, because those are for you only.” He smirked, you mirroring his hummed reply with a slight smile.

“When are you coming back?” You asked, tapping your fingernails against the surface beside the basin of the sink.

“We need to do one more interview, then we can leave.” He answered, a member of the staff speaking in the background followed by Hoseok’s laugh ringing out through the room.

You sighed in response, quiet enough that you thought he wouldn’t hear it. That thought was proven wrong almost immediately as he chuckled, the phone shuffling in his grip as the voices in the background turned to muffled noise. 

“What’s wrong, hm? Miss me?” He lowered his voice to presumably not be heard by others, his husky tone causing you to swallow a harsh gulp, thankful you weren’t video calling so you could play along with his little game.

“Mm, not particularly. I just wanted to play GTA with Kook.” You teased, smirking at Taehyung’s scoff, hairs raising on your arms as he chuckled into the phone and through your speaker.

“Alright. Well, you can expect Kook soon.” He said, tone smug as he heard the breath hitch in your throat. 

“Love you.” He murmured into the phone before abruptly hanging up, leaving you clutching your phone with a racing heart as you anticipated your boyfriends’ arrival. 

Trying to fight the now strengthened desire for your man, you blocked out the images from tonight along with the tone of his deep honeyed voice through the phone the best you could, reaching for your soap pump with a sigh. 

“Unbelievably rude.”

The silence of your room was awfully loud as you drew out the remaining steps of your skincare routine, hoping that if you took long enough then there would be less empty waiting time for your boyfriend. Your incredibly attractive boyfriend who you could not wait to get your hands on.

Your eyes continually darted to the timestamp on your lock screen, sighing each time as only a few minutes had passed since the last time you checked. 

If Taehyung could see how desperate you were acting right now, he’d surely have that god damn smirk on his face, one that would probably have your jeans unbutton themselves beyond your own control. 

Heaving another sigh, you distractedly stretched your neck from side to side, scrunching your face up in a grimace at the resulting snaps.

The closing of your eyes combined with the loud rush of water from the faucet seemed to drown out the sounds you’d eagerly been waiting for, nearly jumping out of your skin at the sudden addition of Taehyung next to you through the reflection of the mirror above the sink. 

His hair was still styled over that black and white patterned bandana, matching with the shirt that exposed just a touch of his bicep and a whole lot of his chest. 

Despite the immediate salivating of your tongue, you kept your shocked expression on your face, breathing out his name as you leaned a hand on the counter beside you. 

“Fuck, you scared me.” You placed your other hand over your heart, Taehyung grinning before reaching his arm out to pull you into his chest, pressing a kiss to each cheek before leaning back to smile at you.

“Sorry, love. Ended up leaving a little earlier.” He explained, smirking as your eyes glued to the bandana still tucked under the hair over his forehead. 

“Hm, I don’t mind.” You said, blowing a breath past your lips at the man’s appearance. 

“What?” Taehyung asked in reference to the action, his eyes blinking back at you as your hand traced over his long hair curled to perfection. 

“You look really fucking good right now. Not that I need to tell you that.” You mumbled distractedly, fixing the strip of fabric laying over the top of his forehead, Taehyung teasingly raising his eyebrows at you with a swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“No, please do.” He said smugly, causing you to snap out of your lust-struck daze as you tapped at his shoulder with a snort.

“What an ass.” 

“That’s what I’m saying.” He responded, smoothly trailing his fingers down a bit lower to rest on your butt and gently grope the globes, pulling you flush to his chest as his darkened eyes held contact with yours. 

“Can you ever get your head out of the gutter?” You tried to say, gasps escaping every few words as he began pushing your hips into his, effectively grinding his erection into you.

“Hm,” he pretended to ponder for a moment, “with you, no.” He said, placing his hand on your jaw to pull you into a long-awaited kiss, soft yet sensual in the way he smoothed his lips over yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Taehyung’s hand slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, letting his thumb glide over your clit as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

The action was needy, as was the manner his fingers gathered the slick leaking between your folds to push up to fill your hole. Taehyung swallowed your moans as his fingers played in your pussy, his deep chuckles vibrating against you while his fingers dutifully pumped into your entrance. 

“Like that, baby?” He mumbled against your bottom lip, your mouth hanging open as you whined incoherently in response. He groaned at the spasming of your walls around his appendages, leaning his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the counter to stabilize your increasingly wobbly legs.

“God, you drive me crazy.” He grunted, rutting his hips into your thigh as you moaned his name once again. 

Squealing as he suddenly withdrew his hands from your underwear and lifted you up on the counter by your hips, you watched with raised brows as the man ripped your pajama bottoms and panties down your legs, easily tossing them onto the tile floor and leaving your lower half bare on the cold marble counter beside the sink. 

“Eager, are we?” You murmured, Taehyung smirking as he shuffled out of his pants, his boxers soon to follow as you took the liberty of removing his t-shirt from your torso. 

“And you aren’t?” He posed, taking the shirt from your hands and tossing it somewhere below him in the mess of clothes piling up beside his feet. Tugging you by the thighs, he smiled as you helped him by scooting to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck as his own hands landed on your lower back.

“I didn’t say that.” You said, fingers tousling the fluffy hair at the crown of his head as he hummed, playing around with the clasp of your bra until it released with a small sound, the cups immediately releasing your breasts as he pulled the straps down your arms. 

“I consider it a good thing that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He shrugged, gently prying your arms from around his neck to successfully remove the bra dangling from your wrists, pressing kisses to the pulse points of your wrists before laying them down in your lap as his hands instead landed on your breasts. 

You sighed as his thumbs easily circled your nipples, his eyes glued to your chest as he watched the buds twist into peaks with a small grin. 

“So pretty.” He whispered, making you blush as you distractedly reached for his dress shirt, snapping the buttons out of the holes in a haste to see his bare chest. The task proved to be difficult with Taehyung’s increasing pressure on your nipples, a knowing smirk on the man’s face as your pleading eyes desperately darted to his own. 

“Tae, this shirt is really testing my patience.” You sighed, the man chuckling as he reluctantly removed his hands from your chest to assist you in unbuttoning the shirt that had nearly killed you while watching him perform a couple of hours ago. 

As soon as he undid the fifth or sixth button down, your hands were on the revealed skin, feeling him like a madwoman as he lovingly chuckled at your actions. Tossing the loose material to the floor, he finally stood before you completely naked, placing a hand on the back of your head to guide you to his lips in yet another heated kiss.

Taehyung hummed deep in his throat as you reached down to pump his fully erect cock in your hand, taking the hint as you lined him up at your entrance with a push of your other hand on his shoulder. 

“Love you so much.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his hips forward to sink into you, each inch providing you with a delicious burn as you let your head rest on his shoulder, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head as he finally fit himself snugly inside of you.

Starting off slow, he only slightly moved his cock back before pushing it in again, causing you to mewl as he started teasingly circling his hips inside of you. The grinding was nice, sure, but it gave you no real relief. Which he was perfectly aware of.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” You whimpered out as he continued sensually grinding into you, taking your bottom lip into your mouth as he stopped his actions completely.

“Hm? What was that, love?” He cockily raised his brows at you, grinning at the look of pure frustration on your face.

“Fuck me harder. Taehyung.” You practically spat out, the man tutting at your tone.

“Where are your manners, love?” 

“Tae,” you whined, “please just fuck me.” You begged, Taehyung simpering as he picked up your calves, resting your legs in the crooks of his elbows to push your knees to your chest and effectively spread you wider for him. 

Picking up the pace of his thrusts, he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock, praising you with a moan of your name as he tilted his head up toward the ceiling. 

With you leaning forward to kiss his jaw, Taehyung broke eye contact with the vent in the ceiling, instead focusing on you as he continued rolling his hips into yours. His eyes held yours with intense force, only faltering with a flutter of his eyelids when your walls began spasming around him.

“Shit, I love your pussy, baby.” He breathed, placing his lips back on yours when you responded with a wanton moan, placing his hands on your hips to glide you along his length in addition to the force he pounded into you with.

You whimpered at the sudden speed in which his hips slapped into yours along with the depths he managed to hit with the angle, clutching onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself as he groaned your name.

“Fuck, oh my god.” You cried as he sped up the pace of his hips, gradually working himself up into an almost inhumane speed as he quite literally attempted to split you open with his cock. His grunts punctuated each thrust, hot breaths fanning out onto your neck as he buried his face in your skin.  

“T-tae.” You stuttered as the tip of his cock repeatedly tapped at your cervix, Taehyung responding with a deep moan as he glanced down between your bodies, eyes glued to where you met over and over again as your walls tightened the hardest they had yet around him.

“Cum, baby.” He panted, lifting his eyes to watch your own squeeze shut with a gasp, the man himself falling over the edge at the sight. Nothing could ever get him off like watching you orgasm.

As he hastily pulled out of you, you whined at the sudden emptiness in your core, leaning your head back against the mirror in exhaustion as your droopy eyes watched him jerk his cock using your slick, only a few moments passing before translucent white liquid shot out from his tip and onto your stomach. 

Sitting up from the mirror, you fell into Taehyung’s arms, the man chuckling a bit as he rubbed his palm over your spine. 

“I love you.” He murmured, breaths finally evening out as he held you in his arms, your own loosely wrapped around his waist with your fingers caressing the skin of his hip.

“I love you too,” you leaned back to look at him, forehead pressing to his as you gave him a lazy smile, “and I’m so proud of you. You were amazing tonight.” You said, swiping his long bangs out of his eyes as he shyly grinned at you, his flustered reaction at your words causing you to giggle fondly. 

“I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” He admitted, misty eyes making you cup his cheeks as you pressed your lips to the plush skin on either side of his nose. 

“Of course you could have. You’re amazing Tae, don’t underestimate that.” You soothed, the man’s lips quirking up slightly as he tipped his chin to place his lips on yours. 

“Okay.” He whispered against your bottom lip, chuckling breathily when you began pressing feather-light kisses to his lips, exaggerating them with loud “muah”s making Taehyung’s eyes shut as he laughed. 

“You good?” You asked, his irises sparkling back at you as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m great.” He said, reaching up to push his hair back off his forehead, the copious amounts of gel his stylists had put in his hair throughout the night defying the action and making it fall back onto the skin anyway.

“Good. Now clean your cum off my stomach, I wanna go to bed.”

[cherryatiny]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡) 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Are you done, baby?“ Resonated the voice of your sugar daddy Hongjoong from outside the luxurious bathroom you were dressing up in. As you were finishing putting on dark red matte lipstick - the last detail of your makeup to decorate your perfect image, you opened the door and stepped outside into the wide hallway of his house.

Hongjoong was taking you out tonight. He had to use this opportunity of the only performance the worldwide famous soprano singer had in your city.

Coming out of the bathroom, you were wearing the black satin gown made by the best French tailors, Hongjoong bought for you when he was staying in Paris last week. It was as if the dress was made for you and you only, perfectly accentuating every curve you wanted to show off.

„Gosh, you look like an angel who fell straight from the sky, beautiful. Words can't explain how pleased I'm to accompany a lady this charming. Ladies first, we should get going to the philharmonic orchestra, shall we?“

Hongjoong bowed a little as he saw you, holding out his hand for you to take. A true gentleman. Going outside the luxurious mansion, a limousine was already waiting for you two in front of his grand house.

If there was anything Hongjoong loved more than you, it was spoiling you with everything you wanted, so when he heard that the primadonna you were fond of, was going to sing in your city, he had to buy the tickets with the best seats for you two.

Walking down the red carpet, straight to the VIP lounge of the philharmonic orchestra. Leaving your purse on one of the hangers, along with the coat Hongjoong helped you to take off, you sat down on one of the two velvet sofas there were, as Hongjoong did the same next to you.

The waiter who was previously waiting by the door came up to you two, a bottle of red wine from the best French winery in his hand as he poured you two a glass.

Throughout the concert Hongjoong’s hand never left its place on your upper thigh, your one, on top of his, fingers playing with the rings he had on.

However, the concert was kind of forgotten as you two just peacefully enjoyed the presence of each other.

The sound of a steak being grilled, vegetables being roasted, the tastiest smell of the chocolate lava cake that was being baked only added to the sight of your handsome sugar daddy Seonghwa, as you two enjoyed your time together in his black & white marble kitchen.

You were sitting on a kitchen counter, watching Seonghwa who had his back facing you as he stirred the vegetables, however, your mouth wasn't wetting at the vegetables, but the immaculate sight of his broad shoulders in the white shirt.

It wasn't a problem for Seonghwa to afford any 5-star Michelin restaurant or rent the best chef in the country to cook for you, but it didn't have the same atmosphere, nor was it a gesture that came straight out of his heart, like cooking for you himself was.

As he turned off the stove, he served the meal on pretty ceramic plates with golden lining. Pouring champagne into a fancy glass and dropping some strawberries into it, Seonghwa picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck to not fall, he seated you on a dining chair in front of the glass dining table

Flashing him a smile, you dipped your tongue into the bitter alcoholic liquid, cutting the vegetables and the meat on your plate, you put some of it into your mouth, the tasty food melting on your tongue.

Like seriously, is there something this man is bad at? He is the most lovable person you know, he's smart, he's handsome, he can cook, and he can definitely bring you a lot of enjoyable moments in bed...

„Enjoy the dinner, beautiful. I hope you’ll like what I’ve cooked for you and don’t get too full, because there are also some desserts waiting for you.“

You laughed at his flirty comment because you knew the chocolate cake wasn’t the only dessert waiting for you tonight.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Spoiling his sugar baby, buying expensive clothing and accessories for her, or just spending money on her in general, was probably Yunho’s favourite activity. So when he was scrolling down different blogs trying to look for some place to take you to next a photo of Milan in Italy popped up.

Travelling there wasn't a problem as your sugar daddy Yunho owned a private jet ready to take him wherever he pleased. And before you could say anything, you were already laying in a king-sized bed with a tray full of different types of breakfast food, because in Yunho's opinion there was no better way to start a day than with a tasty breakfast in bed.

Laying next to you, he fed you crepes with fruits, pouty smile showed up on his face as he saw how much you seemed to have enjoyed the food he ordered for you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ears so it didn't get to you face as you ate.

After the breakfast you had to take a shower because let's say, there just wasn't much energy left to shower the night before. And as you finished showering an outfit Yunho prepared for you was already waiting there, since you two were supposed to go out today and do some shopping for the next week's ball Yunho was taking you to.

And there came his favourite part of this day - shopping. It wasn't a coincidence he chose Milan for your trip, since it was a city of fashion you two adored that much. Shops like Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, or Versace, you name it. Yunho's hand found your as you two intervened fingers and headed your way through the beautiful city.

„Princess, take this dress as well. I’m sure it'll look amazing on you, this shade of blue is totally your colour.“

You know, when shopping with Yunho, everyone would feel like the prettiest person alive, he won't stop hyping you up or complimenting you as you show yourself off in different robes. The current blue satin robe, that was accentuating your curves went perfectly with the clear high heels with diamond straps that adorned your ankles. However, the diamonds on the straps weren't that shining as the ones in Yunho's eyes when he looked at you in awe.

„Oh god, no words needed, we must get you this dress, it's just so... perfect on you baby. Now… what do you think of us going shopping for lingerie and you give me another private fashion show afterwards?“

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

After you got into a sugar daddy type of relationship with Yeosang, you learned the difference between secret and private relationship. Even though people knew you two were in some kind of relationship, no one knew what it was about and apart of that, Yeosang liked to keep things rather private and just between the two of you. So the best dates in his opinion were the dates where you two weren't in public and could be just by yourself, which was quite difficult to carry out considering your busy schedules.

„Good evening, Mr. Kang. Your table is ready, the restaurant is closed down as usual, so you two could dine and enjoy each other in private.”

Said the young waitress, who was here always at the times you two came.

Showing you the way wasn't necessary as you always took the same table. The one right next to the glass wall with a panorama of the city covered in the dark, shining lights that decorated the evening in the streets.

You usually just stood there quietly for a few minutes, while the best cooks in the city prepared your meal. A glass of red wine, in one of Yeosang’s hands and the second one, wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. At this point, dinner at this restaurant was like a ritual, always keeping your schedule free for a few hours on a friday evening no matter what.

Every friday, Yeosang would reserve the whole restaurant for two hours, just so you two can eat in private, and spent the time talking and enjoying each other's presence.

„The view today is magnificent, the lights are shining bright, not as impressive as my girl though, but it's still very beautiful.”

Giving you a soft peck on your cheek, Yeosang's hand motioned for you to sit down on the leather chair with soft cushions, and talk to him about your week while enjoying your favourite food with the best man in the world.

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Gosh, princess come on, why does it always take you so long to pack when we go somewhere, it isn't like you're gonna wear something half of the time though. I told you that you don’t need to bring anything, I’ll buy you anything you need when we get there, so please hurry up already...”

You couldn't quite understand why San was being so impatient to leave when the jet you were flying by was his, therefore, it probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if you came a few minutes late, but you still listened and obeyed his complaints, zipping up the luggage you decided to take with you.

Turning around, your eyes fell on the already impatient figure of you sugar daddy San, the unbuttoned top buttons of his white linen shirt exposed how in shape he was, sometimes making you wonder why he hadn't become a model with a face and body like that, but when you came to think about that, if he were famous, he wouldn't have been yours...

San needed a well-deserved rest at some peaceful place for a while, since his job was stressing him out so much, and there wasn’t a better rest than a week on a private island with his beautiful sugar baby. And since you already finished your semester, there wasn't a problem with you leaving for two weeks.

His limousine along with a driver, with who you were well acquainted, was already outside his mansion, waiting to take you to the airport. San, like the true gentleman he was, immediately took the luggage out of your hand and opened the door of the limo for you.

Throughout the drive to the airport, you were sitting on the back seat next to him, your head on his shoulder and his fingers playing with your hair.

You fell asleep on the way to the airport since San for some unknown reason woke you up at 5 fucking am, and San just couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked as you were in the peaceful state occupied daydreaming. And because of that, he didn't have the heart to wake you up, so as you two arrived at the airport, his strong arms picked you up close to his chest as he carried you to the jet bridal style.

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Seeing the impact your overly stressful work had on you lately, Mingi couldn’t leave you to suffer and cope with it by yourself, that’s why he had to come up with a way to help you relax, and there wasn't a better way to make you relax than to take you to a luxurious spa resort in mountains.

He wanted to dedicate you a week full of massages, swimming pools, jacuzzis, saunas and of course himself. While you two were there, Mingi had carefully planned out your daily routines, so you can get as much relaxation as possible.

According to his in your opinion completely unnecessary schedule, it was time for a good massage. But for real, what was the point of creating a timetable, when you could just be spontaneous. However, it was still really cute and thoughtful of him.

The male masseur hasn't even massaged you for more than five minutes, when Mingi told him off, jealous at having to watch the way the male's strong arms rubbed on your bareback rather inappropriately in his eyes. And that was why Mingi was currently massaging scented oil into your skin, certain that he'll do better than the male masseur because he knows what's the best for his princess.

His hands roamed all over your body, not leaving any part of it untouched, and by that time, you both knew that it wasn't just a massage to relieve stress anymore. He tried to hold himself back to not tug at the towel that covered your bottom half from him, his eyes drifted to the wet swimsuit you previously had on when you two went swimming.

„Princess, what do you think of jacuzzi right now? You know, the one that's outside on our balcony, we could watch as the snowflakes fell onto the ground, while mountains covered us from the sun, while enjoying the hot water and bubbles. And since it’s private I don’t think there would be any need to wear a swimsuit…”

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„Mr. Jung, here’s the virgin mojito for you and Ms. Y/L/N” interrupted the waiter you and your sugar daddy Wooyoung in a conversation full of teasing and sexual tension. Poor boy, the awkward discomfort visible on his face. You two smiled at him and took the drink he handed you „Hmm, virgin mojito, just like the first time we met, well except for the virgin part...“

You two were laying on the couchette, the beach umbrella keeping you safe before the piercing sun rays. You cringed at the reference about your virginity from the first time you two met in the club. „Oh my god, Wooyoung can you not-“

Looking at him in disbelief through the expensive sunglasses you had on, you both fell into a burst of deep laughter at the memories from a few months ago that were flooding back. Taking a sip from the cold drink in your hand, you eyed the people that were playing around on the beach or in the sea.

„Wanna go swimming, princess?“ giving Wooyoung a side-eye, you pondered over his idea, without any word being said you stood up from the couchette and made your way to the sea. Looking back you saw Wooyoung still sitting there under the umbrella watching you in the distance.

„You going or not?“ and with that, he ran over to where you were, a mischievous smile on his face as he picked you up unexpectedly, running with you deeper into the water, „Jung Wooyoung, if you throw me into the water, I'll fucking kill you.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Opening the massive door of your sugar daddy Jongho’s penthouse, with the golden entrance card e gave you, you stepped into the marble hallway. His housekeeper took the purse from your hand and helped you take off the coat you had on.

And as you arrived in the living room, he was already waiting for you there, his eyes shining brighter than the beaming smile he had on when he was you standing there in all your glory. You two haven't seen each other for almost two months he spent abroad.

And as soon as you caught the look in his eyes, you ran towards him, not wanting to wait any longer until you can finally hug him. Jongho's strong arms effortlessly picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist to get closer than possible to him as you hugged him, probably squeezing the soul out of him.

„Baby, I’ve missed you so much, my pretty little princess, I promise to never leave you for this long, every day I had to spend without you was like a punishment. And the guilt I felt for neglecting you was eating me alive, that’s why I had to bring you some gifts to make it up for you. Come on, let me show you.”

You pecked the tip of his nose as you always did, the look in your eyes telling him that you felt exactly the same without him, allowing him to take you wherever he wanted. Not letting you go out of his arms that held you up, he took you to the guest room of his penthouse.

The one that was usually empty, because you of course always spent the night in his room, when you were staying over. Opening the door of the room for you, you almost fell from his arms as you saw all the designer dresses, shoes or accessories there were. „Jongho, baby, but you didn’t have to buy me anything, I just wanted you to finally be home.”

„Well, then now you not only have me but all of this. I too wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, but you know how much I love spoiling the heck out of you, so buying these things for you helped me overcome the sorrow I felt from not being able to be with you, princess.“

[ezgithechaotic]

pushing up the dasies . peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x female reader

summary: Someone has been stealing Y\N's flowers, and she is determined to find who it is.

warnings: she\ her pronouns (don't know if this one's a warning), mention of the death of a loved person, graveyard

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. I really have no idea if this is good or trash. I’m getting mixed signs. So, please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

As a comic book nerd, I personally love both Andrew and Tom's Spiderman. Just thought this story fit Andrew's more, but feel free to imagine Peter as your favorite! 

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The first time you realized a few flowers were picked from your garden, you didn't think much into it. The kids around the neighborhood liked to play hide and seek around your garden. You thought; it should be Thompson's girl, she likes flowers. It wasn't something that never happened before. You would simply plant new ones, it was no big deal, you could never get angry at children. But after some time, you started to realize the pattern. Every month on the same day, you found a handful of your daisies gone upon returning from your part-time job. Mrs. Thompson swore her daughter would never do such a thing without asking, and after the third time, you were sure somebody was stealing your flowers. Maybe it was that gruff man across the street that never got along with people. But you had a feeling if he had to do anything with your flowers, it would only be blowing them up. 

Peter always wondered whom the pretty flowers and house belong to. The post box just outside the garden said Y\L\N, and he had always imagined an old sweet woman lived in the white-painted house with a green door. And Peter hoped he didn't make the poor woman too sad with missing flowers. Boy, was he wrong. You weren't old, and you were furious and determined to find the person who stole your beautiful daisies. 

Your friends always wondered why you liked living in such an old neighborhood. The house was one of the few things your mother left you after she died, along with the considerable amount of money in your bank account. You could always sell the house, find an apartment downtown, so you can be closer to school that's what your friends told you every time you had them over. But you loved the house. You loved that the house held so many memories of your childhood, especially your garden. Even though your mother was a busy woman, she had always made time for you and her flowers. At the age of six, growing flowers with your mother quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. That week you did what everyone would do, changed your shift with Mary Jane to catch the flower thief. 

So, no, selling the house or letting strangers steal your lovely flowers was not one of the many choices. 

Now, Peter Parker was many things, but not a thief. Well, it depended on what you would call stealing. Surely picking a few flowers from a random garden couldn't count as stealing. And God knows he wouldn't do it if he weren't penniless. Trying to survive college and paying for an apartment didn't leave him much. The money The Daily Bugle paid was shit. He had been selling photos for the damn newspaper since high school, but it was no use, Peter had to find a job that paid more than The Daily Bugle. And there was no way he was going to ask Aunt May for money, even though she would be happy to give him some. But that was another day's concern, for now, the only thing he needed to do was be quick. Because he knew if you found out that it was him who was stealing, sorry picking, your flowers he sure wouldn't be able to swing away this time. 

Peter honestly felt guilty about your flowers, they were lovely. And he knew this was a safe neighborhood, so he had no way of paying you back with saving you. He had been visiting Gwen every month since her death. It was one of the few things he could keep up with after he graduated high school. Daisies were Gwen's favorite. Peter knew he could easily find another place to pick the flowers, but he believed that there was something magical about the garden. He felt so much love around the house. Maybe it was a silly thing, but Peter thought Gwen would have loved that garden. 

Y\N had been sitting on her porch, hiding behind the dark blue armchair, actually too anxious to face the flower thief. You felt childish after some time. It was just a few daisies, right? There was no need to act like a crazy woman. As you were getting ready to go back inside, you saw him. He had an average height, brown messy hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and an unbuttoned baby blue shirt with a greenish-brown jacket. Y\N's anger turned back the minute she saw him touch the flowers. 

"You, flower thief!" 

A moment before, Peter felt like his whole body was on edge as if bells were ringing in his brain. But he was already late to realize she had been waiting for him and there was no way to run, he wasn't wearing his suit. Where were the damn spider-senses when he needed them the most? So, he just stood there, speechless, his hand hanged above the daisies. She was pretty, as pretty as the flowers before him. Guilt heating his face, Peter couldn't help but stare at you with his eyes wide open like a dumbstruck idiot. He felt like his lunch was climbing its way back up. 

You were now, standing few steps away from him. "You've been stealing my flowers for months!" 

Peter held his hands up in defense. "Look, I can explain." 

Y\N put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. Your heart beating like crazy. Even though it was still bright and you were in the middle of a road, he was a man. A man taller and despite looking skinny, stronger than you. But you hold your face as still as you could.  

"Go on then." 

Peter couldn't find the words to explain. What was he going to say? Sorry, I thought my dead girlfriend would love your flowers so, I've been stealing them, I hope you don't try to kill me. No fucking way. His mouth opened and closed few times, making you sigh. You realized the boy wasn't going to give you any answer. He was probably taking them to his girlfriend or boyfriend. 

"Are they pretty?" you asked, dropping your hands. Peter, very confused, kept on staring at her. You rolled your eyes at how silly he was. "The person you're taking my flowers to." Something at the back of your mind hoped he would say they were for his mother. Now that you were closer you could see the sweet hazel color of his eyes. 

"Um-" His hand went up, scratching his neck. "She is." 

She was.

He shuffled through his pants pockets. "I have a photo-" 

"No." You stopped him. "I want to see if she is pretty enough for my daisies." 

"What?" Peter tried to grasp his head around the idea. 

"I want to see her and tell her that her boyfriend is a thief. C'mon." 

"I don't think-"  Peter was getting anxious, now. How was he supposed to tell you that her girlfriend was dead? 

"Of course you don't think." You started walking. "C'mon, now. Take the flowers." 

Peter didn't know what to do so he went with it. What could go wrong, right? 

"I'm sorry," Peter said after some time. "I have no excuse for what I did." 

His head hung low, watching his steps as he walked. He knew he would stutter if he looked at your face. Peter had a habit of getting tongue-tied around pretty girls. And, well, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Mind you, he wasn't even thinking about Gwen anymore, which made him feel kinda guilty. 

"It's okay." You had your hands in the pockets of your jacket. "My life's been boring lately. You were the only exciting thing, I guess." 

"I'm sure you have more exciting things than me." Peter still didn't look at you but you could see him smiling.

"It's Y\N, by the way." You kept your eyes on him. "If you wanted to know the name of a woman you constantly robbed."

He laughed. "Peter, Peter Parker." His eyes finally met yours. It was ridiculous, how easy it was to just look at his face and feel safe even though he was a stranger. His smile grew even more. It was almost contagious, his smile. He had something about him that made you wanted to scream and purr like a cat at the same time. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, he was making you weak at the knees. So, you pulled your eyes away from him. 

Pull yourself together, woman! He has a girlfriend.

You were too distracted to realize where was Peter taking you until you arrived. It was the same route you took whenever you felt like talking to your mother. Peter and you were standing just outside of the graveyard. Your head whipped around, turning to Peter. He had a soft smile on his face. 

"Peter, I-" 

"It's okay." 

"No, It's not okay." You took a deep breath, pressing your palms into your eyes. "I'm such a dick." 

"No, you were just mad at me." 

You slouched your shoulder, didn't know what to say. What would even one say in this situation?

"C'mon." Peter's warm hand was gently holding your arm, now. "Let's go see her." 

You didn't talk until you arrived at the tombstone. Peter put the flowers in front of it. 

"Daisies were her favorite." He had a sweet look on his face, he put his hands back into his pockets. 

"They were my mother's favorite, too." You murmured, but Peter could hear you perfectly. "I think that's why I overreacted you picking the flowers. I wasn't thinking." 

"Oh, It's not stealing anymore, then?" He teased. "It's okay, honestly. She would've liked you. You have that fire in you like you could make the world better just with a gesture of your hand. She liked that kind of people, that can light the room with their smile." 

"I think I would've liked her, too." You said, your eyes on the tombstone.

Gwen Stacy. 

Her name was familiar to you. You didn't know where, but you were sure you had heard before. Still, you didn't ask Peter anything, assumed he wouldn't be comfortable talking about it. You didn't say anything until you were out of the graveyard. You knew you would come back tomorrow to see your mother, but with Gwen on your mind. 

The more you looked at his face the more you could see him. Peter wore his heart on his sleeve, he was easy to read. "You blame yourself." You said, nodding your head slowly. You smiled after seeing the face he made. "It's okay, I know the feeling." 

"Your mother?"

"Yeah." 

Neither of you talked for a long time. Peter could tell you weren't ready to talk about it. He knew it wasn't easy to open up, especially to a stranger. It'd been years since he talked about Gwen, so, he knew the feeling, too. 

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was a message from Mary Jane.  "Just arrived home, you owe me." 

"That's it!" You exclaimed, remembering your talk with Mary Jane. "That's how I knew her name!" 

Peter, looking very confused, asked you. "What?" 

"Gwen, her name was very familiar." Pocketing your phone again. "I have a friend, Mary Jane, who went to the same high school with Gwen. I've seen her in the yearbook. That's where I recognized her name." 

"You know MJ?"

"Oh, yeah," you laughed. "We met in Brooklyn, probably four years ago. I think it was very late, some guy was trying to get her number even though she said no, like five times. And I hadn't had the best day of my life. So, I punched the guy and told him to leave her alone. We have been friends ever since."

Peter was amazed. He didn't know how much cooler you could get. 

"You know her, too?" 

"Yeah, We've been friends for a long time. My aunt kinda tried to set us up."  

You laughed. Peter and Mary Jane seemed like two opposite characters. You would never imagine them together. But again, maybe Peter's pretty face was affecting your judgment. You didn't know. He made your mind foggy. At last, you found yourselves at your front yard again. Your eyes wandered over the empty spots that daisies left. 

"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?" Peter was leaning against white fences that surrounded your garden. He had that sweet smile on his face again. "So I can pay you back for daisies."

You bit your lips to stop yourself from smiling so much. "Gwen was pretty enough for them. You can have some once a month when I'm not looking." Peter was feeling like you were about to turn him down. Both of you knew this wasn't really about the damn flowers. But again, Peter was every so often wrong about these kinds of things. "But you know, maybe not Saturdays. I'm usually free for a cup of coffee on Saturdays." Peter was ready to feed himself with only pasta for a week if it meant he would get to see you again. 

You could visibly see Peter's eyes liting up. "Just one cup?" 

You shrugged. "Tea is fine, too." 

"I didn't know MJ had friends like you." He said, intensely watching your every move. 

"Like me?" You were so sure something bad was coming, he was simply too good to be true.

"You know, this beautiful. If I had known, I would have visited her more."

"Wow, you are hiding a monster under that pretty face, don't you?"  

[atlas-private]

Snaps - WhiteKnight

Weiss: Gah! How hard does taking a good selfie have to be!?

Yang: You okay in there Weiss, everything coming out alright?

Weiss: Go away Xiao-Long, I'm trying to get good lighting!

Yang: What for, you trying to get a good ass-shot for VB or something?

Weiss:...

Yang: Weiss?

The door to the bathroom opens and before Yang could peek in shes quickly pulled in by the Heiress.

Yang: Hey now what's the big- Butt...

Before Yang stood Weiss, still wearing her school top and heels. Although her skirt was missing showing off the Heiress's smooth legs and a rather risque looking pair of light blue string panties that left little to the imagination of what exactly she hid underneath that skirt. Yang even thought she noticed the faintest tuft of white hair peeking above the pantyline.

Yang: Damn Weiss, where the Heck have you been hiding that?

The Heiress at least had the decency to guffaw.

Weiss: I'll have you know that unlike you, I don't flaunt myself about.

Yang: Fair point but I mean honestly, your ass is on par with Blake's!

Weiss huffed.

Weiss: As much as I appreciate the compliment I need your help. Here take a look at what I have so far.

She handed Yang her Scroll with the photo gallery opened, in it were various photos of Weiss in different poses and state of dress. Although Yang did see the progress of when Weiss first started taking to first shot, fully clothed and looking at the mirror unsure, to her current outfit with her butt on top of the counter and towards the mirror.

Yang: Well these all look good enough honestly, but why do you need my help?

Weiss: As much as it annoys me to say it, I believe you have a more critical take on how best to woo the opposite sex.

Yang: Pardon?

Weiss shook her head and sighed.

Weiss: You know how make man horny?

Yang: Oh! Damn right I do!

Weiss: Exactly, so can you give me some advice?

Yang gave a wide grin.

Yang: Well then have no fear, Yang is here!

---

Inside of JNPR's room, Jaune and Ren where currently relaxing while Pyrrha and Nora were sparring in the arena.

Ping

The sound of Jaune's Scroll going off from getting a message had broken the comfortable silence.

Ren: A message?

Jaune: Yeah, probably Pyrrha and Nora wanting us to meet them at the cafeteria.

Jaune checked his Scroll and went to the message, seeing that it was from Weiss.

Jaune: Huh, maybe she wants to schedule another study session?

He opened the message and coughed in surprise. Weiss had sent him a picture, but a rather lewd picture that made Jaune stiffen in more ways than one.

The picture was of Weiss holding the scroll above herself and wearing an unbuttoned school shirt, looking at the camera with her tongue poking out just a little. As he kept looking he saw that her skirt was missing entirely and that other hand was pulling the front part of her panties outwards showing the barest hint of her crotch but giving Jaune the answer that she was indeed a natural white.

Before he could respond he received another message from Weiss.

This time it showed her laying down in her bed looking at the camera with a smirk. Although now she was entirely naked save for the pair of panties from the picture previous. Her shapely ass raised up to give a view to him and with a caption just above the open area.

Weiss: Now you send me something my Dork Knight.

Jaune only gulped at the request, he never knew Weiss was able to be kinky, or at least he thought it was kinky. Plus something about seeing the prim and proper Heiress posing in such a way really got his gears going, but there was one problem.

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: Yes Jaune?

Jaune: Can you give me advice on how to talk a nude selfie?

Ren only raised a brow at his leader, and became slightly worried that growing up with Nora had dulled his sense to dealing with the absurd.

Ren: Of course, first remove your shirt-

---

Weiss currently sat on her bed in an embarrassed state. Now clad in a bathrobe after taking the last picture, and had been a mix of emotions ever since. First she was proud of sending not one but two pictures to Jaune. This quickly died down to regret in thinking she could've sent something better and finally into worry that Jaune might think if her as a Harlot.

Yang: Yeesh Weiss it's just a nude, not like you asked him plant a baby in you or something.

The response she received was a pillow being thrown at her.

Weiss: You don't get it Yang, what if he thinks I'm too small or what if he thinks my butt is too big? Or or or- Mmhmph!?

She found Yang's hand suddenly covering her mouth.

Yang: Just chillax Weissy, you just gotta have faith is all. Now just take a few breaths and you'll get results.

Weiss stared at Yang and did as told, calming down a bit until she heard the familiar Ping of her Scroll going off. She looked at Yang again, and Yang looked at her.

Weiss: Can you open it for me?

Yang raised a brow at her.

Weiss: Right, this is between me and Jaune now.

She readied herself for whatever response he had given. Opening the message to find two pictures from Jaune and she felt the heat on her face rising from what she saw.

The first picture was of Jaune, stood in front of the mirror without his shirt and flexing. He seemed to be embarrassed if the slight blush was anything to go by but he still stood proudly. Weiss had to admit that Pyrrha's training was doing wonders for his body there was a caption to go with it.

Jaune: I'll do my best to appease you.

She smiled at that, something about that message just clicked something inside if the Heiress. The second image however was far different. Much like her own picture, Jaune was laying in his own bed on his back and scroll facing downwards. He still had his pants on but the belt and zipper was undone and allowed the Arc to pitch a sizeable tent with his white boxers as even the waistband had been lifted ever slightly to give a small glimpse within. Weiss gulped, her first thought being that the size would destroy her, but also that Jaune was a natural blonde all the way. This one also had a caption.

Jaune: Your knight's blade is at the ready your majesty.

So distracted Weiss was that she failed to notice Yang moving up beside her.

Yang: *whistles* Damn VB, you gonna tear Weiss up with that!

Weiss snapped out if her trance and did the only thing she could think of.

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Across the Hall, Jaune was putting his clothes back and adjusting his member when he heard the familiar shrill if the Heiress.

Jaune: Uh, was what I sent her that bad?

At the question, Ren came out if the bathroom when he gave Jaune his privacy.

Ren: Not in the slightest, those poses were rather good for the sudden moment.

Jaune: How can you-

Ren: I did a modeling gig before Beacon started for some cash.

Jaune: But-

Ren: It was for someone who's last name was Adele, can't fully remember. Tell no one by the way.

Jaune: Oh... Okay.

The two were in silence save for the yelling still coming from across the Hall.

Jaune: Hope it wasn't too bad though.

They heard the laughing shout from across the hall.

Yang: He's gonna destroy you with that thing!

Weiss: Won't know until I try it Xiao-Long, now give me back my Scroll!

Ren only looked at Jaune who was blushing now.

Ren: It seems it was good enough Jaune.

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July 8th, 2021

(Hello there, Private here just saying this is my first NSFW-ish type story. Honestly, it's difficult to make male nudes sound attractive since from what I've seen is either measuring with something or stark naked in the mirror. No sense of creativity I tells ya. But the ladies have some more leeway, but only few of them do get creative.

Anyways, thanks for your time and have a great day.)

[kissme-hs]

Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub­­, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

 But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

[tinkerbellwoo]

A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud. 

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked. 

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform. 

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

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[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

a luminous love || tom holland x reader

a/n: I feel like I should apologise for the length of this. I was not intending for it to be as long as it’s ended up, but I hope that doesn't put anyone off! there is also a follow up of this planned: the subsequent road-trip. both are definitely stand alone’s but there will be a few casual nods to this fic throughout. i’m thinking of doing a couple shorter blurb style fics as these longer ones take up a bit more time to plan and write. also looking to delve into my angsty side after doing so many slice of life, fluff pieces. let me know what you think, thank you all for reading and being amazing as always! come chat! x  

word count: 2556 warnings: alcohol use summary: its the annual summer BBQ extravaganza at the holland household

The patio doors were wide open, folded in on themselves as shimmering golden sunlight enveloped the kitchen. Sunbeams glinted off the mirrors and glass surfaces, rainbows dancing around the open space. Light music was playing from a portable speaker, the birds chirping along to the soothing tones. You could hear voices all talking over one another, loud laughter and a dog barking. From your position in the hallway you could see people sheltering in the shaded kitchen from the sweltering heat that was London on a glorious summer day. Bodies filtered in and out through the large open space, congregating both inside and out. You felt a gentle squeeze of your hand. Taking your eyes off the crowded room and glancing up, you saw tom had rested his bag in the hallway, and was waiting for you to do the same. “You okay?” he asked, as you stepped out of your trance and copied Tom’s actions, “It’s only the family, you’ve met them before - and a couple family friends...” he trailed off. “Oh.No, I’m excited I promise!” you reassured him. Tom grasped your shoulders, spinning you round slightly so you were standing directly in front of him, your bodies touching. His smile widened, pressing a feather light kiss to the top of your head, “I got you.” You leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes quickly as you soaked up the closeness. You picked up the discarded gift bag, lost in amongst the jumble of things you and Tom had brought in for your quick stay at the Holland household. He entwined your fingers together, rubbing the back of your hand slightly with his thumb before jerking his head questioningly, ready to face the onslaught? you nodded, grinning. Pulling him in close beside you, he stretched his entwined hand across the back of your neck and up over your shoulder casually. “You weren’t having a summer Holland BBQ without your favourite, right?!” he bellows, as you both appear in the kitchen entry way. A myriad of eyes darted over to the pair of you, everything stilling for a millisecond. Even Tessa dropped her ball. Then the place erupted. “Oh honey!” “Ayy, about time guys.” “Favourite? yeah right!” “Only in your dreams you div.” “Oh look who he brought!! Thank god, I needed someone to talk about...” “My favourite non-Holland!” The cacophony of voices echoed around the room, people whooping and hollering before finishing their previous conversations. With another light squeeze, you feel the weight of Tom’s arm disappear from around you. His fingers ghosted across your back before he was hugging his brothers, pulling out high fives and fist bumps. You found yourself immediately enveloped into a perfume filled, soft hug, Nikki running a hand through your hair complimenting the slightly lighter colouring, “- I’m so glad you could both make it! I was worried you’d miss out what with your trip but it looks like we were just in time.” You were heading on a road-trip up to Scotland to visit your family since Tom had some proper free time off work, him wanting to drive and explore some pretty hidden routes with you. You’d decided to stop off for a night at his family’s house before heading off the next again morning. “We wouldn’t miss it! Yearly tradition and all, also it’s just a wee thing but please just accept it no questions.” Nikki pulls a face at the gift bag, “You don’t have to do that, you’re family - no need for gifts!” You can feel yourself falling into a grin at the comment before thanking her for letting you stay the night and for the amazing spread. You hear the pitter patter of tiny feet on the tiled floor, before your four-legged friend jumped up on her hind legs, tail thumping the ground and front legs pawing at yours. “Oh hi baby, hi Tess!” you coo softly, kneeling on one knee to stretch behind her ear and rub her belly as she continued to hop on her back legs, her tongue sticking out to lick your face.   Her ears suddenly pricked at a whistle, and both your heads turned as she noticed Tom - immediately forgetting about you and bounding over to him. He sticks his tongue out at you menacingly. You rolled your eyes, grinning as you stand back up again. Nikki leading you to a group of people gathered around the island, “Anyway! Let’s get you a drink and introduce you to some friends! Tell us how you’ve been, it’s been so long.” //// You were laughing with the twins, watching Paddy show some of his new football tricks. Tessa was trying to get in on the action, pink tongue hanging out as she ran around you all. You’d already been handed plenty of drink, a table set up in the corner of the kitchen with every kind of spirit laid out for guests to help themselves to. Massive beer crates were stacked next to the fridge, clearly on a rotation. You had met and talked with so many family friends already, before the groups dispersed and you were waved over by some familiar faces. The boys were taking up a whole section of the garden with their games. Far away from the BBQ and food, as directed by Dom. “What do you say to a game of beer pong?” Harry asked you, shaking out some of the curls that were beginning to stick to his forehead in the sweltering sunshine, “Bet a tenner I’ll sink you.” You laugh, smirking, “Alright kids, you’re on!” He groaned, “I hate that nickname, you’re older than us by literally two months!” Paddy acts as referee as you and Sam pair up against Harry and Harrison who were already squabbling about each other’s techniques. As you watched your last shot dive into the cup, bopping about slightly, you cheer loudly. The competition, beer drinking and sun already heating up your cheeks, staining them pink. You hug Sam in celebration and made a beeline to Harrison for a commiseration’s handshake-turned-hug, hearing Harry to have it out with his twin next to you.   “Cough up, bro.” You held out your hand upright as Harry begrudgingly slapped the ten pounds into your hand. You all start laughing as Harry downs the last cup, not before sloshing it all down himself. //// You’re lounging in a deckchair, listening to some childhood stories of the boys until you feel a shadow block your sun. “Hey darling, you alright?” He hands you two platefuls of food before pulling up an empty deckchair beside you. “Hey! So good. Warning I’ve definitely had more than my fair share of your gross beer.” You thank him for the food, pressing a soft and quick kiss to his cheek as he chuckled at you. He had already taken to the sun, his face now painted with a sun kissed glow. You take a minute, swallowing slightly as you take him in. The food plates resting on your lap, he lounges back slightly, a bottle of beer in one hand. Tess immediately jumps into his shorts clad lap, his striped linen shirt was unbuttoned and his dog tags shifted as she lay down, panting and eyes softly blinking in the sun, mouth upturned as if she was smiling. “You look good.” You whisper as you pass across his food, trying to avoid Tess’s eager snout as you did so. He quirks an eyebrow, “Oh really?” he laughs, “How many beers have you had exactly?” “Well, I played beer pong with your brothers...” He nods his head in understanding, smirking at the slight wobble in your voice. “Did you win?” “You bet I did!” The hand that was resting on Tess’s back he instead used to high-five you, laughing as he turned his head in search of his brothers. That same hand now resting on your bare thigh comfortably as his leg leant against yours. “Well, if you’ve got another round in you later...we can beat them again?” You agree enthusiastically, knowing that you’d be at a slight disadvantage seeing as the sun and alcohol was already going to your head, but that Tom would carry your team easily. More people gather round the two of you with their plates of food, engaging in conversation about golf, work, filming etc kindly including you in their conversations as you munched on your food, hoping it would soak up a little bit of the alcohol. You soon found yourselves back indoors, stomachs nice and full, as you took a break from the sun. Tom was leaning back into the arm of the sofa, wrapping his arm around your back and resting it on the opposite side of you, pulling you super close. He was talking animatedly to the man on his left, one of Dominic’s friends that you’d been introduced to earlier. You were fiddling with Toms tags, lightly dragging them back and forth on their chain as he conversed about his latest job. “I found it!” Nikki announced as she made her way over to the sofa, everyone shifting up as she squeezed in-between you and Harrison’s girlfriend, who you’d been chatting with on the opposite side of the couch. Tom groaned. “Not another one mum! I’m surprised you still have any left to show at this point.” Nikki ignored his objections before pulling open the photo album, and immediately you were taken in by the cute small toddler in a variety of places around the house; in the bath, under the christmas tree, in his high chair with chocolate birthday cake all round his face, outside in the grass on a blanket - giant smile plastered across his little face. Tom had rested his chin on your head, peeking over you. His cold tags making your back flinch slightly at the change in temperature. you cooed and laughed along with her as she took you through the book, telling you stories about her eldest, mischievous son. You could feel the vibrations against you as he laughed at different pictures, his mum leaning across to ruffle his hair. “You two would have the cutest kids, I’m just saying-“ Nikki blurted out. Tom groaned and immediately pulls himself and you up off the couch, “-I’m just saying! Tom!” “Oh, here we go! Mum you’re cut off,” he says laughing, guiding you back out into the sunshine, and past the BBQ, “Dad, mums at it again.” Dom sighs, then laughs before heading inside, “What has got into her!”   You stifle a giggle, Tom with a hand on either shoulder his body pressed flush against you as he propelled you through the throng of people gathered round a fire pit, and led you back to the beer pong table. “Please ignore everything my mother just said.” You spin around quickly so you’re chest to chest. Bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck as you pull him down just slightly, whispering in his ear, “Whilst we’re definitely not ready for kids yet, I’m definitely not against some practice in techniques...are you?” He pulls his head back sharply, golden eyes coming to life in the glittering sun. His entire face breaks out into a smile, “You’re such a tease, move it!” 

Spinning you back around, he presses you forward brushing your hair behind your shoulder as he sinks some light kisses into the side of your neck, as you both continue towards the beer pong. You pretend to shove him off, his breath tickling your cheek. 

“PDA! PDA! Ew, get a room guys!” Paddy jokes, cupping his hand around his mouth and announcing to the garden. “What are you, twelve?! That’s it Pads!” Tom suddenly bounds away from you, leading to a chase as Paddy runs nimbly around the garden; dodging people, chairs, cups and plates - Tom hot on his heels. You burst out laughing, shaking your head as Tom lifted Paddy, chucking him over his shoulder. You sat yourself down on the dry grass, waiting for the boys to finish their play fighting. As you do, you feel a soft body lean itself against you, tail hitting off your legs. “Hey baby,” you murmur, clapping and stoking Tess as she lay belly up in the sun, “Whose a clever girl?” //// “Here.” You sit up, having been lying on the grass since the latest beer pong match which led to copious amounts of drinking games. You’d questioned if the world would stop spinning if you lay down, a chorus of laughter coming from the boys and their friends.  Tom passes you a glass of ice-cold water which you gratefully take, before hunkering down next to you himself, sitting with his knees up and his arms clasped around them. You take a couple sips before balancing your cup in the tufts of grass, he opens up one of his arms and you cuddle into him. “Your brothers suck,” you joke, the water chasing away your light headache. He laughs. “Thank you for pushing our trip back to fit this in,” You rest your head on his shoulder and look out at all the people, still having a great time despite the fact the sun was slowly disappearing below the trees. “Tom. Of course, my folks completely understand. I love your family and you don’t always get the time off to see them. What’s one extra day, hm?” He turns his face to look at you and you lift your head off his shoulder. You had a spattering of pink across your cheekbones and nose, your freckles peeking out. Your hair was falling out of its messy half up-do. yes twinkling as you looked up at him through your lashes. His hand brushed against your hair and the side of your face before he tilted your chin upwards and took your mouth in his, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, letting him press soft clusters of kisses on your nose and cheekbones. You laugh and bring him back to the centre. “I love you,” he announced, taking a breath before kissing you again - you unconsciously reached for the back of his neck to pull yourself in closer. “I love you too.” you sigh, shifting yourself to now lie between Toms’ legs. letting him whisper soothing words into your ears, of all the places you were going to visit on your trip.

“Oi lovebirds,” Harry comes bouncing over to the two of you. Tom leaning back on his elbows as you sit comfortably between his legs, him tightening them around you.

“I took these. Thought you might like them. Who’d of thought? You guys actually look really cute.” You hit his arm, as he dramatically yelps and rubs at the attacked area.

He held out the polaroid’s as Tom balanced on one elbow, shifting his weight to the left as he reached out and took the pictures.

“These are actually sick Haz, thanks bro!” He shifts back, sitting up with your back pressed flush to his stomach as he brought his arms round for you both to look at the small collection of photographs Harry had taken throughout the day.

You smile wide at the joy and love plastered on your faces, a tiny miniature you beaming up at your goofy boyfriend squinting in the sunlight. You feel Tom’s arms wrap around you tighter. breathing each other in, you feel him relax behind you, you trace patterns along his sun kissed skin with your fingers as the sun begins to paint the sky in gorgeous oranges and pinks.

[thatharringrovehoe]

Some more Mob AU stuff cuZ I love it.

- Nancy and Steve never dated, but they have had sex. Once. Nancy wanted her first time to be with someone she trusted and Steve is her BEST FRIEND. She trusts Steve more than anyone. And it's. Not great. Because look. Steve and Nancy have alot in common. To much. They each like to be in control. They're both 100% Tops with a capital T. So when they have sex, even though Nancy is nervous, it ends up being almost a fight. Constantly trying to flip the other over, lots of biting and teeth and frustration because neither of them will submit. Afterwards they put on mud masks and get high and agree that while they love each other there is no way they're ever going to be like that.

- Steve notices the way Jonathan goes all glassy eyed when Nancy walks into the room. How his breath hitches whenever she gets mean. Cuz she is. She's not a bad person, but she's definitely a spoiled brat in a different way than Steve. Because while Steve is starved of love and affection, Nancy has been drowning in it since birth. She's haughty and petulant and will not stop for anything to get what she wants. And Steve is worried at first. Jonathan is a good spymaster and an even better friend so he's reluctant to feed him to the lioness that is Nancy Wheeler.

- He doesn't worry later when he watches Nancy go absolutely gooey with affection the first time Jonathan kisses her in the hallway. How she leads him around like a lost puppy by his camera strap to do what Steve suspects is fucking filthy things to him in the photo development room. Because he knows what Nancy likes. Knows that while Steve kills with kindness Nancy Wheeler is all bite and no bark. Likes to make the pleasure sting. And judging by the way Jonathan practically drools when she rakes her manicured nails down his chest over his shirt while they make out leaning against Jonathan's car after school, he 100% is down to be destroyed by Nancy *the princess* Wheeler.

- Jonathan is still a creep. The only difference here is that he's NEVER crossed Steve. Because when the Harrington kid came up to him in 8th grade and asked if he'd heard any interesting rumors Jonathan thought it was a joke. Just another shot at that weird Byers kid. Had half a mind to tell him to go fuck himself. But right as Tommy curled the beginnings of a mean smirk, Steve shut him down without even looking at him. Just held up his hand. Down boy. And Jonathan thought "You know what? Fuck it." Because if he was lying then he was just like everyone else anyway. But if he was telling the truth. Well. He wasn't above bribery. Told Steve everything he knew. Earned himself a seat in King Steve's court. Used the shadows that always used to swallow him up as a cloak. Held himself with a little more confidence because the monarch of Hawkins may have everyone's secrets. But Jonathan spun the web.

- Billy and Jonathan actually get along really well. They get high and talk about music whenever they're not otherwise occupied getting fucking wrecked by their spoiled rich kid Tops. Billy is low key concerned for Jonathan because damn. Wheeler is fucking savage. Like they'll be passing the joint back and forth and Jonathan will start getting almost to detailed the longer they smoke. Billy did not need to know Nancy Wheeler pegs her boyfriend with a dildo that big okay?

- Carole and Tommy are actually married. Like legally. As soon as Carole turned sixteen Tommy BEGGED Steve to pull some strings. To forge some documents. Cuz Tommy LOVED Carole. She was it. And Tommy could be one nasty piece of work but he would die for this girl no hesitation. And Steve is a sucker for that romantic shit. Set them up with a trip to Italy where a lot of Steve's mother's family lives. Because his grandfather respects a man who's ready to commit to his woman like that. And Steve is his grandmother's favorite. They have a ceremony in a little Church at the heart of the village. Tommy did not fucking cry when he saw Carole in her dress okay? It was just dusty in that old church, shut up.

- Nancy and Carole HATE each other. But in a very wasp-ish kinda way. Will hang out and have 'spa days, just us girls' but would choke each other out given the slightest opportunity. Tommy thinks it's hot. He will never tell Carole this.

- Dustin is obsessed with the fact that Nancy and Steve are kind of mirrored? Just two dominant rich kids that fell in love with emotionally stunted boys that were abused by their fathers? They both have dark brunet hair and big brown eyes? Their boyfriends are blonde? Steve are you listening? Steve!

- Steve gets really bad nightmares. Like wake up mid panic attack bad. And he's usually really good at hiding it from Billy. Is careful not to sleep to deeply around him. But one night after some fucking incredible sex Steve just passes the fuck out cuddling. The next thing he knows he's being shaken awake by a terrified Billy Hargrove. Because Steve had been screamin and shakin and cryin out and Billy was ready to burn down this hick town looking for whoever hurt Steve like this. Was gunna bury them in the Hawkins woods and piss on their grave. And that's when Steve tells him everything about the upside down. Introduces him to El to prove it.

- Speaking of, El doesn't spend a year all alone in a fucking cabin. Because Steve knows everyone's secrets and he likes having people in his pocket. And as much as Hopper dislikes Steve Harrington he can't say no when the king of Hawkins offers Jim perfectly forged paperwork for his 'daughter' El. So El goes to school and spends time learning how to be an actual child while Steve Harrington yanks on the leash of the chief of police whenever he wants.

- Billy is SOFT okay? He's just never been allowed to show it. Had been painted with bruises for just existing so God forbid his father let him show a human emotion. But after a year in Hawkins with Steve he lets his shoulders drop just a little. Will twine his fingers with his boyfriend's during movie night at the Byers. Brings Steve breakfast in bed. The first time he weaves a daisy crown for him Steve almost fucking weeps he's so touched.

- Steve is fucking possessive. Like. Intensely jealous. And at first this was a problem because Billy could not understand why all the girls in Hawkins treated him with kid gloves? They didn't just disregard any playful flirting, they full on didn't acknowledge it. He didn't really get longing stares as he walked through the halls anymore. No more tittering teenage girls blushing over him when he had gym outside. And he's not interested in women but it's nice to be noticed okay? Especially when he puts in so much effort. It starts to make him self conscious. Like, is he just unattractive? Second guesses himself to the point that he stops wearing his shirts unbuttoned and starts to get a little obsessive over working out. It's when Billy starts skipping meals that Steve notices. Sees Billy's lip wobble a little when he asks Steve if he's actually attracted to him or if he's just being nice. And Steve has to explain that he just... Doesn't share well. At all. That when Andrew Brady showed up to school last month with a fat lip and a limp it was because Steve had heard him talking with his buddies behind the general store about how he wanted to bend Billy over his Camaro and make him scream.

- And Billy is just. Shook. Gets all warm and fuzzy because no one hase ever loved him this much. Never wanted Billy this much. Wanted Billy to stay. Can feel tears willing up behind his lashes because the most amazing boy he's ever met is so over the moon for Billy that he's willing to draw blood on his behalf. Kisses Steve so hard they both forget to breath. Feels safe and loved, because he belongs to Steve Harrington. However he still flirts with people on the daily though cuz he's a little shit. And hey if it means his jealous boyfriend rails him so good he forgets his own goddamn name then that's just a bonus.

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Touch it for Real, Part 3

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / enemies to lovers / bug gets meta

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Mia.

Mia, Mia, Mia. 

Oh she was lovely. You’d been chatting with her on Baekhyun’s phone for the better part of an hour and for a moment you forgot all about the man who now laid with his head on the other end of the sofa with his feet stretched over your lap and a phone held up to his face.

He was scrolling through something, giggling and typing. 

The phone you had down in your lap vibrated with another incoming message. 

Laughing emojis, a row of them. She was sharp. Wit and charm came through in her messages and you found yourself responding with an equally long string of laughing faces. The ones with tears leaking out their eyes. She felt so damn familiar and comfortable the moment you got past the awkward introductions and you really started talking to her; the jokes were easy and the topics were something you knew enough about to fake your way though thanks to Baekhyun’s many passions and his absolute inability to shut up about them. He’d held you hostage with so many video games and anime episodes, you knew exactly what she was talking about now. You felt like a complete pseudo pro. A well-read scammer. A faker but a weirdly genuine one. 

You went back to her profile and dragged each of her pictures across the screen with the tip of your finger, switching between them all. She was pretty. She was smart. She was interesting to talk to. She was perfect. Just perfect. A steady warmth had seeped into your chest as you looked at her. It was welcome and actually felt nice at first; if not a little bit unexpected. But the longer you looked at her smile, the more intrusive that warmth felt. After too long, it was sticky and almost too warm. You struggled to breathe deeply. You were breathing normally, there was absolute nothing off about your breathing, but each breath you took suddenly failed to satiate. Why were your lungs suddenly missing oxygen? They were misbehaving without any reason to. You closed out her pictures and returned to the chat window. 

She was asking about the latest episode of an anime. Something that was in its final season. Something you were sure Baekhyun would also be watching soon if he hadn’t seen it already. You could feel her excitement in her words. Something epic must have happened.

“Baek did you watch Attack on Colossatron last night — the latest episode?”

“Not yet—no spoilers, I’ll kill you.” His response was quick and you responded in a similar fashion in text to Mia; without the death threats. You weren’t quite that comfortable with her yet. 

Baekhyun shifted and moved a foot behind you, digging it under your butt into the gap of the couch cushion. You ignored the intrusion because you were talking to Mia. His soon to be brand new girlfriend by the looks of the conversation. You caught what you were certain was subtle flirting just below the contexts. Then outright flirting. She was sending you a picture from the dating profile you’d set up for Baekhyun. She had to have saved the picture to send it. It would now be saved on the camera roll of her phone where she would likely look at it again and again, admiring how good Baekhyun looked in it. 

She was commenting on how unexpectedly handsome you were and how most of the men who shared interests with her did not look like you. 

She was asking for a picture of you—err, of Baekhyun. She was having trouble believing such an attractive man like you was real and she actually used the word catfishing, careful to insist that she wasn't accusing you of anything; just that she was sure you looked just like some celebrity she saw on twitter and one couldn’t be too careful. 

But you were quick to cooperate and to agree with her need for assuredness. As a woman, yourself, you understood her suspicions instantly.  Yes, Baekhyun did look shockingly attractive in the profile pictures you posted of him. You could see how someone might doubt that he was real and he lived only 5 miles away and was now sweeping her off her feet with his engaging conversations and hilarious jokes. You’d be sure and make him thank you well for this later. 

The pictures of him were surprising, even to you, and you lived with the guy. You saw him every single day. Yet something about seeing him in these pictures, dressed in that black button up shirt and jeans and looking at the camera with a breathtaking natural smile; one he gave you so easily that night when you told him just how good he looked all dressed up. 

“Peanut, look at you! You look so fancy.” 

“Wow, I cant believe how handsome you are.” 

It only took a couple of sincere compliments for the man to unfold before you and the results on camera pulled you into an uncomfortable and unwelcome thoughtfulness when you looked at them alone later. Of course you knew he was handsome. You just hadn’t been prepared for how very attractive he would look on camera. 

You got all his best angles and the man had taken you off guard when you’d bravely asked him to give you a sexy look. 

It happened just at the end of your little makeshift photo-shoot. You were both a little tired, you could tell with the way he slowed down with his talking and his movements. You could always tell when Baekhyun was tired. Sometimes before even he knew it. 

The sun had gone down and you’d pulled him from your room into the living room where the lights from the city shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, creating a soft glow on his face. The moon was full outside. It was a chilly winter night and snowflakes drifted down to the street below. You were feeling perhaps a bit romantic. Perhaps you were a little bit grateful to be inside and warm and spending your time capturing the pretty face of your annoying best friend. 

You’d gotten a bit bold with the pictures and he’d been behaving so well, not even complaining when you asked him to lay down on the floor so you could capture the beautiful city-scape in the background of the shot. He’d gone still while you set up; moving furniture and turning on a lamp in the corner for more lighting on his features — you wondered briefly if maybe he had fallen asleep. 

You laid down beside him holding your camera up in the right spot to get something nice. His eyes had closed up and his breathing was even and slow and when you’d softly called his name with your camera acting as a barrier in between your faces, you’d expected it to act as more of a buffer than it did. 

“Baekhyun?”

When he heard you call him, his eyes opened and he turned his head toward the sound of your voice; the shift in his eyes was stark and breathtaking and he blinked them closed and then very slowly he opened his eyes again for you. 

“Hmm?” His lips stayed closed when he hummed a response.

What exactly were you going for here? The mood was set. The lighting and the scenery were in place. Hell, even the position of him was set —him laying beside you on the floor in the middle of the night like this when everyone knew it was much too late to be entertaining any of this nonsense. The longer you looked at him the more shades of pink you saw in his cheeks. The pinkness matched his lips and the lighting made every bit of warm flush on his face tell such a romantic story. He looked so very warm and inviting. 

You took a shot and you said it. If the picture came out well, that would be rewarding enough. 

But, you didn't actually expect a real sexy look. Not really. You’d expected something silly, or something goofy or something with an awkward smile. Maybe it was the nighttime, or the way he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and just let it hang open with the clear smoothness of his chest visible, but when he pulled his chin down and ran a hand through his styled hair, bringing it down just a little bit; giving it a messy and tousled look, you had to grip the camera tighter to keep from doing something dumb like accidentally dropping it. You could not understand the flash of nervousness you felt run through you. 

He lifted a single eyebrow. You had called him and it was clear from the inactivity in the camera that you weren’t taking any pictures of him. 

“Hmm?” He repeated the hum that came from the back of his throat. His eyebrow danced and it was the only movement on his face.

You inhaled a breath and you did it.

“You look incredibly sexy right now.” 

Despite the camera, despite the props you’d placed around him just so, his eyes seemed to seek out yours with purpose; one hand on the floor was within touching distance and the other hand rested over his forehead from when he’d ran it through his hair, the tips of his fingers landed over one of his eyes and it was so perfect. You felt goosebumps all over your skin.  

The moment his eyes locked into yours you gripped the camera as if your life depended on it. When his lips slowly parted with a gentle exhale and the tip of his tongue appeared between his parted lips and slowly touched against the corner of his bottom lip a surge of heat rose up the back of your throat. 

“I do?” He said with his eyes on yours as if he was looking directly at you; as if the camera did not even exist. 

You hit the button and you heard the shutter click. 

You allowed yourself a moment to look at the picture Mia had sent you. Only a moment though because she was talking again. She was instructing you to send a new picture right now, with your left hand holding your right earlobe. It was the kind of specific sort of picture that would prove that you really did exist. 

“Peanut,” you reached down and tapped his leg three times quickly, “Peanut, our new girlfriend wants a picture of you right now with your,” you held up your hands in front of your face, figuring out which was the left one, “left hand holding your right earlobe.” You held up your left hand for him to see and he pulled the phone down from his face to look at you. After a second his opposite hand was raised and he gripped his earlobe with his fingertips. 

“Is that your left hand?” You raised your left hand higher and lifted your eyebrows as you shook your head once. You felt a sense of urgency in getting this picture to Mia as fast as possible to calm her doubts. 

“It’s my left. My left is your right, stupid. Why do I have to do this?” 

You snapped the picture close enough that it would look like a selfie and sent the image to Mia. She was satisfied enough to send an emoji with heart eyes and you could feel victory at your fingertips. You could hardly believe this was working. 

“She thought you weren’t real.” You said in between messages and Baekhyun’s leg was shaking behind your back. He’d been sitting still for too long here and the nervous energy was building, you could feel it trying to escape from his limbs. He probably needed to go for a run or something or you were in for a long and noisy night of singing or dancing or whatever other shenanigans he thought you needed to suffer though. He hummed a non-response to your answer, clearly so distracted by what was happening on his screen that he couldn’t be bothered to give you any more of his attention right now. 

Baekhyun was not so quietly giggling under his breath and you looked up caught by that very particular sound of it. Something felt familiar in the sound of that giggle; more, the intentions behind it. The particular sneakiness of it maybe made you look up and it took you another second of listening to the way he stifled himself, tried to control the sounds of his laughter before a realization dawned and recognition struck you on the head. 

Baekhyun couldn’t have been giggling, laughing, texting, having a grand ol’ time on his phone because you had his phone in your hands. You had been talking to Mia for a whole damn hour, who in the hell was Baekhyun talking to and was that your phone he was using? 

“Baekhyun who are you talking to on my phone?”

His stomach bounced with stifled laugher below his shirt and he was typing again. His eyes secured on the screen of your phone and not at all looking at you. 

“Baek, who is that. What are you doing?” It wasn’t that you didn't trust him with your private conversations. He knew more about you than probably any other human being on the planet. It wasn't the problem with him knowing it. The problem was with that laughter. The problem was with what Byun Baekhyun might do with all of the things he knew about you and with whoever the hell had the misfortune of texting you at the exact moment when he had your phone.

“Ben,” Baekhyun said after a long pause and you searched through your recent memory for a person who had that name. You’d matched with some guys last week but you were certain there was no one with that name. 

“Ben? Who the hell is Ben? I don't know a Ben” You were leaning now and Baekhyun bent his legs up as soon as you moved, blocking your lean with his knobby knees. You leaned on the other side of them and he moved them to block again. 

The maneuver brought out the panic in you. He was blocking you from your own phone. He was up to something and he was now blocking you from reaching for your phone and you had just nearly murdered him in the kitchen over cheese, did he really want to do this again? 

“Give me my phone. Baek, who the shit is Ben?”

“I don't know. Some guy named Ben. Said he was some lady’s nephew or cousin or something. He knew your number and he knew your name, and wow he is—”

Oh god. Your co-worker Susie had done it. The son-of-a-bitch had actually given your phone number out this time even though you had successfully, you’d thought, dodged their high pressure tactics to set you up with some eligible bachelor who would probably be 10 years too old for you, balding, with bad teeth, or bad habits, or would be obsessed with his car or his muscles or some sports team and you’d have to make nice small talk with someone who’s interests, frankly, bored you to death until you could politely let the man down. 

And now, what was Baekhyun telling him? What kinds of horrific lies was this little gremlin giggling about over there. You tilted and reached for him again and he moved his knees again. 

“Bug, how- how do you spell hemorrhoids? Hem—hem—er—roids, no that’s not right. Let me look it up. It’s important that I represent you well. A strong, intelligent woman who can talk about her hemorrhoids.” 

You leaped then, over the stupid knees you flew and you landed hard — seated across his belly and the pained grunt he let out was satisfying to hear. He doubled up in pain while simultaneously shoving your phone underneath himself into the softness of the couch cushions and you watched it disappear somewhere below his butt where he assumed you would not dare to reach. 

“Baekhyun,” you said in as calm a voice as you could pry from your lips. Your teeth gritted together as you spoke and much of the sweetness was lost in the delivery.

Your hands were feeling the softness of the cushions that he laid on. You followed an arm that went down and disappeared behind his back and your fingers traveled to the end where you felt no phone at all, only his empty hand that you pulled up. You did the same on the other side, moving to the other hand and bringing it back empty too. On his face he wore a smug, self-satisfied smile. 

“Peanut,” your next attempt at a compromise pulled his name out in a sweeter tone and his lips turned up into a mischievous grin with teeth bared and all. To your own ears though, you really laid it on thick. This was your darling Peanut. You let your whine come through and you pulled your lips into a pouty frown.

“Bug,” he said, mimicking your overly saccharine tone with a tiny lift of an eyebrow on his face and a fake frown that didn’t touch the rabid joy in his eyes.

“Give me back my phone,” you said and your hands dug into his ribs hard as he reached for your wrists and quickly grabbed to hold you still with both of his free hands before you could do any actual damage to him. 

You struggled against his strong hands, reaching with out-stretched fingers despite his hold on you for a few more tickles before he tightened the grip and you could not connect any more attacks. 

“Give me back my phone,” he giggled back, again mocking your ineffective attempts to overpower him. You simply couldn’t do it. He was much stronger than you were.  

The childishness of this brat! You closed your eyes up tight as you forced yourself to take a deep calming breath. You could feel close to the edge again. Close to losing control. How many murder attempts did you need to commit today? Maybe you needed to enroll in anger management classes. You tried to count to ten again but gave up halfway through to threaten him again. 

“I’m going to get mad, give me my phone.” The friendly tone you had forced was gone and you could hear the actual anger in your voice now. Any reasonable person would concede. Any normal human adult would laugh it off playfully, say ‘okay, okay, I was only kidding’ and hand the thing over. A normal person would even apologize for taking it in the first place. 

Baekhyun was not a normal person.

“Ohhh, I’m going to get mad,” you heard him say in that same mocking voice and no amount of calming breaths could touch it. You could count to ten thousand and still want to destroy him. You squirmed all over and pulled at your wrists that he held in his grip and his hold tightened the more you moved until you could only lean, you could only fight back with one thing. The more you fought him, the tighter his muscles constricted and it became evident that you simply could not win this way. Your hands were useless to you. Only your head was free. You’d have to use it to your advantage, but how? 

You could headbutt him; break his nose. Break your head. Make both of you take a trip to the hospital during a global pandemic. Catch the dreaded disease. Lose your sense of taste and smell and potentially infect someone vulnerable that you loved. 

He was like a cat. Only interested in playing with something until it was dead and then losing interest after he couldn’t torture it anymore. You couldn't simply play dead. He had you trapped and you needed that phone back. 

You could bite him. Break the skin. Mean business for real. Make him bleed and make him cry. Make him pay for all of it. Give him a nasty scar on his hand, or on his neck or on his chest, maybe rip off his earlobe like Tyson did to Holyfield. Send him to the hospital during a global pandemic. Go to prison for assault charges. Get a nasty infection from a prison tattoo. Die.

Your struggle for a plan made you go physically still and you looked at his face; into his eyes and in those eyes sat all the usual bullshit and toddler behavior that you usually saw when he had latched on to something to tease you with, something he could play with and have fun with at your expense. Something he could exploit. 

You could use your mouth. 

You could use your lips.

You could use your tongue. 

What is this? Some sort of trashy rom-com? Would you really stoop so low, so early in the story? Kiss him to distract him, become a walking, talking, kissing cliché and an unoriginal failure of a human being? Get scolded and told to leave his home. Become homeless during a global pandemic. Without high speed internet access, lose your easy breezy data entry job. Get hungry and get cold. Possibly end up selling a kidney on the black market to make ends meet. Get a nasty infection from the shady surgery. Die. 

No. This wasn’t a cheesy romance story. This was your life. You’d have to live with the consequences of your choices and there was no way you would steal his first kiss just to get petty revenge.

This wasn’t enemies-to-lovers, this a violent revenge plot and you were pissed off god-dammit. How dare this idiot get you into such a compromising, such an undignified, such a frustratingly suggestive position and hold you captive like this. 

How dare he still be smiling through your entire inner monologue?

Didn't he know anything at all about women and the powers they possessed in their bodies? 

He flinched visibly when you dropped down; lowered your chest to his chest and you were face to face with the man. Your quick movement startled him and he loosened the grip around your wrists enough for you to rotate them before he tightened his hold again and watched you with wide eyes. That grin finally, finally fell from his mouth. His lips sat down-turned and pink. He’d gone positively pink with your quick movement. Your plan to move into him instead of struggling to get away clearly startled him. You felt the advantage at once. 

When you moved again it was only your eyeballs and it was to look pointedly at his lips before you pulled your eyes back up to look into his eyes. The slow movement made a bold statement, even to someone as clueless as he was. You were on top of him. He could most definitely feel the entirety of your weight on his body and your breasts were flush against his chest. And now, you had just looked down at his pink lips. 

Whatever steady and in-control breathing he had, stuttered and his body below yours went rigid with his eyes wide; obviously unsure of what you were about to do and much too on edge to take his eyes off of you. 

What became clear as you stared at his flushed face up close was that he had not thought this far ahead in his plan.

He probably didn't even have one to begin with. 

You moved closer to him and his hands released their hold on you again. You heard a gasp for air when his hand let go. You weren’t convinced he let go on purpose. There seemed to be a disconnected look inside his eyes right now. 

Instead of going straight for his earlobe and squeezing the shit out of it to teach him a lesson, you kept this going. You could not help it. You felt drunk on your own power and you didn't actually want to hurt him. You just wanted the damn phone so you could see what damage he had already done and begin cleaning up the messes. 

He swallowed and his lips opened to speak.

“W-What are you doing?” 

Nervous and trembling and uncertain; oh he was all of the above. Your free hand was moving now, traveling down the length of his arm to his flank when he moved again, this move felt much more frantic than the last. He grabbed your wrist more gently than before when you got close enough to touch him and he pulled your hand back. A feeble attempt it seemed, made by a man who had just come to his senses again after being in a daze. 

You leaned in. “Peanut,” you said directly into the space below his ear. You could smell him here. He smelled nice. Clean, and vaguely familiar. You remembered your shampoo that he still had and made a mental note to get it back from him. The scent of it on him was different than on you. The breath you took at his neck definitely smelled different. 

He was frozen stiff and when you pulled up to look at his face, his eyes were closed. He swallowed again and you reveled in the realization that you had not heard a single peep out of him since you began your counter-attack. Not a giggle, not a mocking laugh. Not a silly impression of what your voice sounded like to him. He was as quiet as a mouse. It paid to be pro-active. You felt free, as if you’d just been armed with some new very effective weapon that you had no idea would work so well. 

He had your hand again and was pulling — keeping you from reaching below his body to reach where you were certain your phone was stashed. Right here below his left butt cheek. Maybe even inside his back pocket. Either way it was there and you were centimeters away from it. 

So you went in again. This time it was a whisper. This time you went too far. You felt the softness of his neck brush against your bottom lip.

“Give it to me, while I am still being nice.” 

It was the exhale from your lips after you spoke that seemed to do it. The puff of air from your parted lips that drifted over his ear and warmed his neck, you felt him squirm below you and his hands moved releasing you all over and all at once. 

He was going now. He was leaving. You felt it happening below you. 

It was a tactic you’d used before when he tried to grab a hold of you and throw you onto your bed, or when he tried to wrestle something away from you in the kitchen. 

He went boneless. When you did it he would shout and laugh and lose his grip on you and you’d use the distraction to drop to the floor and roll out of his grip in one motion. It was much more difficult for him to do right now, being directly under you on the couch like this, but somehow he was vanishing fast. 

He moved so quickly it was like he melted from beneath you and he was pushing you off at the same time as he rolled, simply rolled from the sofa down onto the floor below in a single motion of retreat. 

You know that was where he went because you heard the rough thump of his body hitting the floor hard and you heard the grunt as he vocalized the pain of gravity having it’s final say. You were pushed with a force that made you roll onto your butt and below your legs you felt the rectangle of plastic and glass of your cell phone. 

He was moving fast. But he was also talking as he did it. 

“You are mean,” was what he said and he was halfway through the living room by the time you registered his complaint. 

Something about his fit irked you though. Was it such a big deal — so out of the question? Did he hate the idea of you kissing him, even if on accident that he had to overreact like this. 

“Oh settle down, It’s not like I was going to actually kiss you, Baekhyun.”

You’d expected to hear his bedroom door slam shut but he’d stopped with his hand on his door and turned his face in your direction. His expression was odd. 

Baekhyun was rarely upset with you, so you had very little experience with what he looked like when he was. He had been upset with others around you, but it wasn’t ever directed at you.

“I know you weren’t.” 

You could see it from where you sat and it made you stand up. Wait, was he really upset? At you? Because you pretended like you were going to steal his first kiss? Because you took something so precious to him and weaponized it against him? 

He was breathing hard and you took a step in his direction. 

“Baek, I was just—” 

“—trying to get your phone, I know.” His voice was cold and his words were short.

You suddenly felt like absolute shit. It moved fast and it overwhelmed you. You’d made a mistake and Baekhyun was upset at you. You’d acted carelessly and thoughtlessly and you’d hurt him. 

“We...we were playing around, I was just playing around, I didn’t mean it, Peanut. I’m sorry.” You could not help the thickness in your voice. You could not help how your voice cracked as you spoke up quickly, needing to get the apology out into the air before he could misunderstand any further. 

Before he could wake up and realize how low of a person you could be when you really set your mind to it. Before he could understand that maybe you didn't deserve so many chances to get your life together and get a better job, or be a better roommate, or make more money and pay more rent, or delete your facebook, or create better passwords. 

You realized you were crying when the wetness dripped down your chin and landed on your arm and as soon as you noticed you lifted both of your hands up to cover your face — before he saw, before he noticed or heard. You held your breath to keep from hiccupping or making any sort of sound at all and you closed your eyes and tried to stop the quiet gasps. 

You succeeded for the most part. 

It was the smell of him though. You did not notice that he moved, but you smelled him again, only this time it came with a warmth that enveloped you where you stood.  

“I’m not mad at you,” he whispered over your head and you inhaled through the snot that filled your nose, unable to get any air through. You gasped through your mouth instead and hiccupped through the breath. 

“You seemed mad at me,” you said into his shirt, the same shirt you’d cried into hours ago. This shirt would have so much of your messes on it by the end of the day. What in the world had gotten into you today? Maybe you were going to start your period soon. This was getting ridiculous. 

His hands rubbed slow and steady circles over your back and until the gasping stopped enough for you to lift your head and look into his face. 

“I’m not,” he said with more conviction the second time and you almost believed it. Had it not been for the strange way his eyes dropped yours so easily you would have. 

You didn't say that though. 

His lips parted once and his eyes grasped yours in that flimsy way again and his lips closed up again as he swallowed it away and didn’t say what he was about to say. 

You shook your head. He had to tell you. Whatever it was, you could work on it, do some self reflecting, or read some self help books. 

“What is it? Tell me.” Your insistence was desperate and his damn eyes refused to stick. It was making you crazy the more you noticed it. 

His mouth opened again and this time he inhaled deep enough to speak for hours and hours. 

“Peanut, what?” 

“Don't—” he began and you closed your mouth and looked into his face, dipping to catch them when his eyes dropped again and again. He noticed the dance you did and you saw the light dance inside his eyes. 

“Don't what? I’ll do it. Or I won’t do it. Whatever, just tell me.” If there was one thing you were good at, it was talking to this man. You could always pull it out. Whatever he had been sitting on, keeping from you, whatever he had deep down inside that was begging to be let out. You could talk to him. He could talk to you. It’s as part of the magic you shared with him. 

“Peanut,” you said again, refusing to let him close up again, refusing to let this go. He had to say his piece for the upset to move behind you both, so you could get past it. 

“Don't use your beauty as a weapon against me.” 

As soon as the words left so did his eyes, but that did not matter because you could not look into his face anymore after he said it either. 

Your…beauty?

Baekhyun didn’t look at you and see beauty. Impossible. You were a mess. Some days you showered. Some days you did your hair. These two events rarely happened on the same day. 

Outside you could pull off some-what put-together and even downright attractive when you wore the miracle bust enhancing bra you bought off some shady website he definitely told you not to enter any credit card info into, but inside you felt like a circus clown wearing a respectable young woman suit. Every day you worked to stuff the oversized shoes into your feet and struggled to zip them up. Every day you painted over your honking red nose with concealer in the hopes that it wouldn’t rain today and give you away. 

“It’s really shitty and really unfair to do to me.” He kept talking and you felt like maybe the ceiling had caved in on you. “I know who I am. I know my place and I know what league I am in.”

He said the word league with a whisper and you stared at his mouth as he spoke such nonsense words you hardly had any thoughts that made any sense inside of your own head. 

League? He was such an amazing person, but league? You’d heard some serious bullshit come out of his mouth in the past, but this? Seriously? 

He was a genius. He was beautiful inside and out and he was such a good person, a good person to you, a good person to his grandmother, a good person to his online friends. He was so good at whatever he wanted to do and he was really fucking sweet when he wasn’t being ridiculous. And even when he was being ridiculous it was so funny you usually didn't mind the ear deafening noise involved. He was a great dancer and an even better singer and he had so much to offer. 

He was shy. He was terribly embarrassed and debilitatingly nervous at the mere idea of talking to any other girl that wasn’t you and he took a whole lot of warming up to until he opened up to you even, but when he finally did, after tiptoeing around him for 4 months after you’d moved in and he finally grabbed a bowl of popcorn and sat beside you on the couch to watch lifetime movies with you, making fun of the writing and the acting the entire time until he was making fun of you for crying at the happy ending. 

He was reliable too. He refused to even entertain the idea of you moving out just because you could no longer afford the previously agreed upon rent after you lost your job. He searched for something to hold you over until you could get back on your feet and while the data entry thing was mind numbing, it was genuinely saving your life most days. You could at least pay your bills. You could at least force him to accept the much lower rent you started paying him again after you got your first paycheck. 

Oh god. League? 

You could feel it building again. The burning in your eyes peaked and you felt your face frowning down dramatically and the tears were flowing more freely than before. 

“You’re such an idiot.” You cried openly and his face changed at once into one of extreme concern. His hands waved over you uselessly, occasionally connecting to pat over your back in some attempt to stop this. 

“You are such a catch, you stupid idiot!” You were wailing very loudly. You could not help it. He was such an idiot. And he was such a catch. 

“Oh my god, are you yelling at me right now? After everything you’ve done to me today, now you are yelling at me and calling me names. Great. Just Great. Here, my face doesn’t hurt, why don't you punch me in the face too.” 

The sarcasm made you half laugh half choke in the middle of a particularly strong sob and you coughed with your mouth open to be able to breathe. Your nose was still useless. 

“Jesus,” he said to himself, “my mouth was open.” 

You were being steered. Your eyes were still closed and you were pushed now. You didn't really want to move but your stubborn legs saved you by taking a step instead of letting you fall flat on your face. You opened your eyes when you felt a fresh cold breeze against the wet surface of your cheeks and you saw in front of you the contents of the freezer. 

There were some frozen veggies. Some ice in a bin. Something meat-like in a freezer bag. And about six different boxes of various ice creams. Most of them chocolate. 

“Get one,” he said and his hand was pushing your elbow up and steering your hand toward the open box of chocolate popsicles. 

You grabbed with your open hand and he pulled your elbow back like you were a claw machine and he was working the lever. 

You grasped the popsicle between both of your hands with a small smile building against your will. 

“Eat it,” he said from behind your head and you were already ripping at the plastic wrapper. You didn’t even have a chance to throw away the wrapper when his hand was pushing at your elbow again. It bent upward and the chocolate plopped right into your open mouth. 

“Bite,” he said. 

You bit. He didn't have to tell you to chew and swallow. You knew how to do the rest. 

After the ice cream you were seated on the sofa next to him and he pulled out a portable game system to keep him entertained while he pressed play on the movie he’d put on the big tv on the wall. 

It was Bridget Jones's Diary. You had seen it enough times to know the entire movie by heart and still, still you laughed at every joke, swooned at every steamy look, and squealed like a piglet at every kiss scene. It literally did not get old. You could fall asleep and wake up watching this movie for the rest of your life and be as happy as ever. 

After he’d felt you’d been babied enough for him to trust you not to dissolve into a fit of disaster without him, he left you alone to finish your movie. He said something about a bug he was working on fixing and you could hear him working from behind his closed door in his room. 

He had been quiet as he worked. He usually was, save for the occasional song he sang along to, or work sounding phone call he took. 

The credits were rolling on your happy ending and you could feel the beginnings of the first few period cramps twinging inside of your abdomen. 

Everything made sense now, as it usually did whenever your period began. 

You’d just stood to head toward the kitchen for some pain medicine when Baekhyun’s bedroom door was abruptly pulled open.  

He bolted through the doorway and his phone was in his hands, his eyes were wide. Panic was written all over his face as he searched the room for you and finally made eye contact with you in the kitchen. 

You had a bottle of pain reliever in one hand and another popsicle in your other and you were trying to figure out the logistics of getting the bottle of medicine open without having to put the sticky melty treat down anywhere and things weren’t going so well. Things were getting drippy. 

Baekhyun arrived then and you beamed a wide and genuinely happy to see him smile. He would help you. He would open the pills. He would stuff you full of them to stop the pain. 

At this point you didn't even care how many. You’d take however many the Gods decided to shake free from their plastic prison. 

“Help,” he said, walking by the medicine you held out to him with his phone displayed in his hands. “Help me, she...our girlfriend, Maya, she—”

You gasped at his mispronunciation and you lifted your popsicle hand toward his face as you made the sounds with your mouth, “Mia. Like Mee-uh.”

“Mia, Maya, Moira, She is — she is talking to me.” His eyes were wide and they were crazed. 

“She’s saying things and she’s really fucking smart and clever and she’s saying things to me, Bug. She’s, oh god, -the fuck didn't you tell me she was cute. Fuck. You have to help me. She thinks I’m cute too. Oh God. What do I do? What’s next?”

He was breathless when he was done and both of your hands were still full. Your popsicle was beginning to drip down your wrist. You would have to clean it up before you got ants. You still had some medicine to take too. 

He was pacing. He thought she was cute too, it wasn’t just you who thought so. He said it himself. Although he reacted this way with nearly every girl you had seen him interact with. Hell, just last week he made you answer the door for the delivery chicken because the girl was cute and he wasn’t about to scribble his signature all over her hand by accident. 

“Baekhyun, I already laid the groundwork for you.” Maybe the day was finally catching up to you but you felt suddenly very tired and in no mood to play make-believe with him right now. 

“What does that mean?” His face betrayed his utter cluelessness and you sighed deeply, feeling much of the same melancholy mood return to you despite the chocolate and your favorite movie still fresh on your tongue. “What does that mean? I don't know what to do. You were going to help me.” 

He was right. You shouldn’t just abandon a friend in need like you’d abandoned the popsicle in the trash can just now. 

“You have a new episode of your show to watch. She also likes that show. Why don't you stream it together?” 

His eyes lit up and his smile was wide and beautiful. Then he was spinning on his heels without even so much as a glance back. He typed into his phone and had nearly reached the door of his bedroom without even acknowledging your help when at the last minute you caught the look he shot you. It was a bright smile. He was excited and his smile reached his eyes. 

“She said yes,” he said, “thanks, Bug.”

His door closed and you reached for the bottle of pills. Grabbing just two today, you downed them quickly and retreated to your room with a gloomy, lonely, little storm cloud floating stubbornly over your head. 

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