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saccahrine sundays | k.bakugou

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 5.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: katsuki can never find enough time to get some sleep. between being a full time pro hero, a father and a husband— hours of rest are hard to come by. unless it’s one of those sweet, sweet saccharine sundays.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to late twenties ), somnophilia, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female recieving ), tummy bulges, mating press, pregnancy!kink, daddy!kink, breeding!kink, light!exhibitionism, cumplay + needy bakugou has a praise!kink... <3

♡ author’s note(s): brrr hey guys! it feels like forever since i last posted a full fic, january was bleh so im happy to get this out !! special thanks to @greenchild for feeding me this idea and thank to all of you for your love, support and 2.8K. i love you all, enjoy <3

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katsuki bakugou couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep. between being a pro hero and family life, the full eight to nine hours of pure rest wasn’t easy to come by— now he wasn’t complaining, he was far too grateful for the life he lead to whinge and whine about the finer details. bakugou was right on track to becoming the number two, he had a beautiful wife who loved him and supported him no matter how reckless he might have been and two little brats that he adored more than anything. he was miles ahead of his high school classmates, never letting up or resting so like he said, there was no room to complain.

but even as the faintest wisps of light slip through drawn curtains and a vermillion gaze settled on the old all might digital alarm clock ( reading 9:01 AM ), katsuki bakugou can’t help but feel grateful for the sleep he just had. no interruptions from wailing toddlers or infants who need changing, no late night call ins for patrols— none of that, just an arm around his wife’s waist and the soft sound of her breathing to coax him out of his sleepy state.

bakugou remembers now, a distant yet far from faint memory of where he and his wife spent two days of their honeymoon under slumber’s spell, having ravished each other the very night they arrived in paris for their honeymoon ( all mina’s idea, she had told katsuki it was the perfect destination for newly weds in love— and whilst the several districts his alien friend recommended did appease you, the blonde had promised to take you on a more luxurious getaway when he was hire up in the hero rankings ). of course that very honeymoon lead you to fall pregnant with your first little miracle— taiga bakugou, the very spitting image of her father except or the slight tilt to her nose and the sparkle in her eye that only her mother possessed.

raising her had proven to be both an enjoyable and exhausting experience for katsuki, with a matching explosive personality to rival even her daddy’s— there were many restless nights the pro hero spent butting heads with his daughter while his sweet spouse was away on missions and getting used to the field again. even during the pregnancy, full nights of rest were little to none— the cravings taiga gave you were almost unbearable for the blonde, not to mention the 2AM labour his little girl put you through...and yet he would repeat the last four years of lack of sleep all over again if it meant reliving every single moment with you. raising tatsumo was much better; however.

so as the weight of well deserved slumber lifts from katsuki’s shoulder’s he’s forced to deal with the memories of your sweet cries from the night (or rather, nights) he made you his wife. he stirs under cotton sheets, a familiar hardness pressing against his inner thigh as he recalls the way you tightened around him— “honey baby,” the desperate whisper tastes foreign, bitter across his tastebuds as he licks his lips. katsuki was usually much more composed when it came to sex, he could hold out for hours while you pleaded and begged of him to give you more. but this morning was different, very much so.

skilfully, the ash blonde slips a hand between your sheets, finger tips calloused with years of training and battle, dancing up your bare thighs from where you wear only his shirt and a pair of panties. the fingers trail up to your underwear, pressing them against your cunt as bakugou watches your face for any reaction— you twitch once before falling back into a deep slumber, letting your husband know that he can continue. he peels like orange silk away from your core and down your legs, half resisting the urge to sniff your undergarment like the dirty man he is but he decides that he can longer wait, already turned on by the feeling of your bare pussy against his hand.

the pro knows exactly how to turn you on, dragging is nails down your thighs just an inch from your wetness and his mind fogs with lust at the thought of the sounds you’d make for him if you were awake...not yet, he says to himself. his next move is to fuck your mouth, two of his digits sliding past parted lips from where you snore— gathering the drool that pools on the surface of your tongue. back and forth; move bakugou’s fingers until he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve made them with your spit. returning those very same fingers to your cunt, he parts your folds— already slightly sticky and hot with the nectar he’s used to savouring. if this were any other time, bakugou would be eating you out like a man starved of his last three meals but the rising sun tells him that his moments to fuck you are very few.

so now, he slides those lubed up fingers right into your tight little hole, shuddering under the sheets at how you automatically clamp around him— even while you sleep. katsuki’s vermillion eyes seek out your face in the warm light of the dusk, watching as your expression contorts into that familiar look of pleasure— lips blossoming into a cherry pout, brows furrowed as if you’re focusing on the way your husband makes you feel.

“fuck, honey baby, so good ‘n pliant for me even when yur fuckin’ sleepin’,” katsuki slurs against saliva that slips along his tongue, he’s hungry to fuck you, make you moan and scissors his fingers deep inside your obedient cunt in away that makes your slumbering body jump. pressing a thumb to your neglected clit, bakugou twists his fingers in search for your g-spot, pumping them into you with vigour. “gonna make you cum angel, baby, please cum while you’re like this s’you can take my cock.”

if there’s one thing pro hero dynamite knows, it’s that your body is a slave to him, no matter what state it’s in. your thighs part instinctively; giving your husband room to curl his fingers and press down hard on your pleasure spot— gummy walls sucking him in deeper. he makes you cum while you sleep, juices staining your supple skin, honeyed from the warm light outside.

“atta girl, cummin’ for your husband like that even when you’re sleeping— so fuckin’ naughty...” katsuki grunts, locks of sun kissed hair beginning to plaster itself against his forehead. his body shakes with the desire to be inside of you, his internal temperature rising with every second that he’s not sheathed within your walls. pulling his fingers away from your twitching mound, bakugou slides them, cum soaked and all, into his mouth to taste your very sweetness. “would eatcha out like a starved man, honeybee, but we don’t gotta lot of time left baby...”

with that, bakugou shuffles his sweats down enough for his cock to spring free, tip bright red and leaking against his toned, scarred abdomen. with practised ease, he hooks your right leg over his waist and positions your dripping cunny right over the head of his length. it takes everything katsuki has not to plunge deep inside of you, to abuse your tempting cunt until it’s formed into the shape of his cock but for once he wants to take you slowly, enjoy his time with your limp body at his disposal.

pressing his girth against your slick entrance, your husband sighs, coating himself with the remainders of your delightful release. the mess you made just for him, makes it easier for him to guide his cock between your velveteen folds that take him so well. his free hand comes up to brush over your cheek and even in the depths of your rest you manage to nuzzle into katsuki’s palm and make his coo— what a precious little doll you are, so good for him and always so obedient no matter what state you’re in. fuck, it drives him so insane that he can’t even think straight.

“...suki....”

fucking hell. the way you sigh out for him so mawkishly whilst you dream makes him twitch, not even half the way inside you. “c’mon honey baby, don’t go moanin’ my name like that when i haven’t even had a c-chance to make you mine yet—“ the blonde shudders, eyes screwing shut as he finally bottoms out inside of you. katsuki let’s out a choked moan, from deep within his chest while you welcome him into your lethally syrupy cunt. “ohh, fuck, that’s the stuff, good girl...”

bakugou’s thrusts start slow yet, forcing your limp body to jolt up the bed and your tits to bounce in tune with the rhythm of his hips— your little hole sucks him in so greedily, so selfishly, clamping down on him as if to prevent him from leaving your body as a whole. pro hero dynamite is shaken to his core, how can his precious baby take him so darlingly while she’s asleep, refusing to let go of him and keep his cock tucked away inside of you.

shit, shit, shit.

he wants to defile you, asleep or not, ruin how pure and angelic your body appears even after years of being together. it’s your fault he’s like this anyway, you deserve to have your pussy destroyed no matter the circumstances— ruby framed eyes threaten to roll back into his skull while bakugou picks up the swirl of his hips between your sticky thighs, you flutter and squeeze around the girth that’s stretched you out so many times before and yet you still remain a tight hole designed for your husband and your husband alone.

lips map their way up the column of your neck, committing every dip and scar and blemish to memory even though katsuki knows where each of them are. the amber colour of the morning sun highlights each of your marks, your husband giving you as many lovebites to match each one. “nn, suki...more..” you whimper, so quiet he almost misses it underneath the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. could you feel how he deflowered you in your sleep? ruining such a good girl while you resting? he wants so bad to corrupt you from the inside.

static stretches across katsuki’s brain, crackling as his neurones fire and dopamine fizzes in his veins. cum. cum. breed her. it’s too soon but the blonde can’t help it, pent up and high on the morning sunrise— addicted to the taste of your skin licked with light perspiration. it’s been ages since he’s had you like this, can you blame him for not hanging on so long? bakugou lifts your thigh higher on his waist, using it as leverage to plough into the deepest parts of you, his precious wife, desperate to cream inside you before wake up.

“mm, know you’re close lovebug, won’t you cum for me suki?”

katsuki’s gaze hones in on you, vision blurred and hazy with lust from his impending orgasm. your own eyes are heavy with sleep but the soft smile on your face is filled with a familiar adoration and saccharine love that the blonde can never get tired of. he knows that you know your voice alone is another to send him speeding off of the cliff of release— your hole squeezing around him, beautiful hips that once brought his children into the world gracefully moving up and down to coax his girthy cock to its final release.

“honey baby,” katsuki whines like a broken man when you cup his face, hot puffs of air warming up the space between you. his hips don’t let up though, driven by the way you move against him beneath the sheets, he’s so close he can almost taste it. “c-couldn’t wait for you to wake up, needed you so fuckin’ bad...”

your mouth hangs open in a quiet groan, getting lost in the claps of sweaty bodies against one another and katsuki latches onto your lower lips to swallow your noise— breathing it in and letting it spread through his body like oxygen. “oh, lovebug, y-you don’t...” you pause, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the angry tip of your husband’s cock grazes against your gummy spot, sending your walls into a flurry of flutters that make katsuki twitch. “ ...you don’t ever have to wait with me, d-don’t hold back, kay?”

you’re a breathless mess, a sight to behold and he can’t take not having you filled with his seed any longer. the lazy push and pull of your bodies smacking wetly against each other become erratic thrusts, heat pooling in the abdomen of the pro hero boiling him alive in feelings of desire for you and you alone.

bakugou quivers from his lips to his toes when he cums, filling your slippery walls with a creamy white and lining your insides with the claim of your man. your man. your husband. “fuck, fucking hell, h-honey, gimme that pussy...gimmie that fuckin’ pussy,” his groans linger in the crisp early morning air, dancing with the static while he orgasms within you, endless bouts of white stuffing you to the brim. you kiss in an attempt to calm him, squeezing around his thick cock to ride out his high. you taste of orange liquor and manuka honey, addicting while he sucks lavishly on your tongue and spares you the air you need to breathe. ‘cause at the end of the day call you need is him.

“did you cum, precious one?” ever the gentleman, katsuki has to ask but even you can see in his blood red ruby eyes ( no matter how tired they may seem ) that he’s gearing up for a second round, shallow thrusts pushing his own release deeper into your fertile womb. there’s about thirty minutes until the kids wake up, but your lover can make you see stars in fifteen.

you shake your head once as bakugou rolls you onto your back— strong arms caging you into the prison if his love. large hands dance tenderly up the back of your thighs and you meet his eyes with such a saccharine smile his heart bursts at the sight of you. “you’re insatiable, lovebug,” the tingling notes of your moan caresses bakugou’s cheek as he manoeuvres your legs to fold you into a mating press, shifting his weight above you. “did you really need me that much, daddy bear?”

“think y’already know the answer to that, honeybee,” katsuki drawls, tripping over his words filled, oh so generously with blazing desire. he still remains sheathed inside you, a darling whine dripping from his cherry lined lips— the ones sore from kissing you— as he gives an experimental thrust into the tight heat of your core. you accept him willingly, opening up for him like a blossoming flower which makes katsuki’s hot breath stutter from the overstimulation. neither of you can look away, sharing the intimate moment of his length sinking into you— katsuki groans as you suck him in inch by inch before leaning over and attaching his lips to yours, licking at the seam of them in order to coax them open. his wife is a tease however; denying him the pleasure of sucking on her tongue...for now at least.

but it’s all worth it, for katsuki wants to burn the erotic sight of you beneath him into his mind forever. your skin shines like it was kissed by the setting moon, eyes hooded and holding a lust that only burns brightly for him while your chest heaves in anticipation of your husband claiming you for the second time that morning. “m-move suki, please—c-can’t...” the tail end of your pleas fall away with the fading night sky.

the man doesn’t need to be told twice.

save for a few shallow thrusts to get going, katsuki soon finds himself pistoning into you at an unruly, god speed pace. the blonde revels in the way one hand of yours twirls strands of his hair between your fingers whilst the other digs crescent moons into his blemished honey skin. helpless huffs and candied cries tickle bakugou’s ears while he presses your body flush against his and pins you down with his hips.

their movements don’t ever waver, cock catching on every ridge your damp pussy has to offer him, each thrust calculated amplify your pleasure that rolls in heatwaves throughout your body. katsuki’s mind grows blank, thick with the mirage you’ve cast over him from the way you push back against him, taking more of his inches into you.

“ngh, lovebug,” you say, high off of euphoria while katsuki’s leaking cock bears down harshly on your g-spot and you smile up at him deliriously— looking like the eighth wonder of the world. you grab the hand your husband uses to keep your thighs up and bring it down to your tummy for him to feel what you feel. “can feel your cock inside me, love, so big...makin’ my tummy bulge like a good daddy bear...”

something snaps within katsuki at the sound of your breathless praise; a feral blaze setting alight deep inside his chest— spreading throughout his body as his cock drives deeper and deeper inside your spongy, wet cunt— just about breaching the gates of your cervix. breed her. fuck her. make her swollen with your cum. bakugou can’t even think straight; intoxicated by the way you move against him, the way you look so full of him and his thick length.

he wants you to look full all of the time. so katsuki does with the only way he knows how. dropping his head to your neck, sharp attack your neck with blossoms of bruises forming under your skin in the name of love— you whine, a gorgeous symphony of his name against his ear while you tangle your fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “y’can’t jus...jus say stuff like that to me, honey...” bakugou croons against your skin, screwing his eyes shut while his hips pick up the pace and plunging his length right into your womb. the sounds of your arousal wetly spill into the sex scented air— fuelling katsuki to thrust into you faster. “not if you...n-not if you don’t want me to fuck another one of those shitty brats into you.”

as stuttered as his words are, bakugou means every single one of them. a primal desire activates in the back of his mind, overriding every single of senses. just the thought of lining your womb with his pungent seed, making you pregnant once again and seeing you round and full with katsuki’s child is enough to drive him off of the rails. And the pro hero knows that you feel the same, he can tell by the way your heat clamps down on his cock and strangles him, as if to milk him of every ounce of his cum.

“yes, want you to make me pregnant suki, make me a mommy again, please—!” you simper out loud, desperate tears springing to your eyes while the bed groans beneath you. visions of you round and swollen with a baby drives him to thrust into you harder, faster so that more and more of his precum spills into you. “know you want it, want it too...your cum, deep inside me—ohmygod suki—yes!”

bakugou slaps a hand over your mouth, watching as your sweet doe eyes brim with tears at the languid roll of his hips against yours. “careful honeybee, don’t want the kids to...fuckin’ hell... h-hear—“ he stutters, eyes rolling, limbs shaking violently. his other hand drops between your conjoined bodies, drawing vicious circles into your swollen clit to draw you closer and closer to the edge. star dust is littered behind your eyes, the bright white signifying the race to your high that only katsuki can give to you. “or do you want to be heard, you want everyone to hear how full you’re gonna become when i get you pregnant again. how you’ll whine and beg me to suck on your tits when you start makin’ that sweet milk for our baby. is that what you fuckin’ want, yn?”

you can’t help the way your pussy flutters around his cock that brutally grazes your g-spot— the dirty words your husband speaks like music to your ears. a symphony with his moans and the sounds of his balls slapping against your bare ass. “oooh, shit baby, you must do with the way your lil cunny clamps down on me—just like that...”

“oh god, lovebug please...cum...cum! need it daddy bear—can’t take it anymore,” you babble against katsuki’s hand, brain turning to mush at the unbearable pleasure. the knot in your tummy becomes tighter, close to snapping as the white light of pleasure clouds your view.

patterns drawn diligently against your clit speed up; turning to quick figure of eights to tease your orgasm. “‘course you fuckin’ do honey baby, my little breeding bitch. my sweet little wife who can’t wait to be a mommy again. take this cock, you dirty whore. take it and I’ll give you my fuckin’ baby.” bakugou slurs, losing all control as the pace of his hips begins to falter. you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, tip pulsing with the need to paint your insides.

your gazes lock within the frenzy, while your back arches and hips lift to take your husband deeper inside you. dynamite is feral like you’ve never seen before; an animal reduced purely back to instinct. unfocused red eyes become teary like your own with hot pleasure while they lock onto you but you know that behind lust; loved the adoration and love your husband holds for you. thats all you need to reach the edge and tumble into your orgasm,

it takes but a few more thrusts and a pinch to your clit before you’re cumming— release squirting out and splattering against bakugou’s toned abdomen.

the blonde never lets up while you cum undone on his iron hot rod, letting him pump into you with unrelenting feverishness. katsuki is desperate, needing an extra push even with you strangling his cock with your insides. “s-say you’ll make your daddy a daddy baby, say you’ll give me another fucking kid. fuck, fuck yeah...please honey baby—“ bakugou damn near sobs, trembling violently above you as his breath hitches with ever hiccup.

smiling gently, you pull his head to your neck, cradling your husband while his pace slows to circular grinds. “i’ll make you a daddy again, you can cum for me now lovebug...”

“shit, shit, oh god— cummin’...” thats all bakugou needs to hear before bottoming out inside of your abused hole— screaming against your bitten flesh and forcing his cock into your fertile womb as he sprays with his thick, sticky seed. white coats every ridge and crevice of your pussy while impatient thrusts slow to sensual grinds. you feel the tears of neediness soak the supple skin of your neck, rocking your hips against katsuki to milk his cock for all it’s worth— even if slow waves of his cum seep down your folds and to the sheets below.

“g’morning, katsuki,” you sigh blissfully, fingers combing through your lover’s sweaty mop of sun kissed locks. the pair of you lie still, limbs still intertwined as you catch your breath under the orange hues of the light outside.

your husband shifts his head to look at you, eyelids heavy over blood red eyes with a satisfied look on his face. he’ll never get over having you all to himself first thing in the morning— katsuki bakugou will always consider that a luxury and as he looks to you, a great smile soon takes his features. “yeah...good fucking morning to you too, angel face,” bakugou doesn’t dare pull out of you, intent on keeping his word. “love you yn, you’re always so good to me...”

katsuk’s lips mould into a pout as you continue your earlier ministrations of brushing back sweat slicked hair away from his face before pressing a chase kiss to his lip and making his cock twitch from over sensitivity, inside of you. he was always a sucker for the romantic moments after a passionate round of sex, he was a domestic, love struck son of a bitch what could he say? “suki...lovebug, you know you can pull out if it’s too much,” you remind him, the sound of your voice pulling his attention back to you. as he stares; katsuki maps out every detail of your face, the way your eyes glitter in the mellow light that peeks from between closed curtains or the slight dip across your cheek in the form of a scar from where you’d been injured on the field— he spends time committing it all to memory as if it’s the last time he’ll get to witness such beauty. “you’re staring, bug.”

“nuh uh, not pulling out.” huffing, bakugou leans up for another kiss, which you happily provide him with as he curls up onto your chest like a kitten seeking warmth. “keepin’ you plugged full s’you can get preggers like i fuckin’ promised.”

“you were serious?” you question him first, earning yourself another grouchy huff before your eyes roll and a comfortable silence sweeps across your bedroom, periodically interrupted by the morning birds waking up and chirping. “always a man of your word, huh bug? don’t worry, we’ll make you a daddy bear soon, but i’ve got to clean up before the kids wake up.”

“don’ you fuckin’ move— leave the dumbass kids, they’ll be fine on their own.”

“not with taiga’s quirk coming through, now move, you’re heavy.”

with that, you manage to shove bakugou off of you and he only hisses lightly as his softened cock hits the cold air, already missing your heat. the banter between you both as husband and wife is always light and you always win; he wants to bite back but anything he says will be soft on his sharp tongue. damn you and you being the love of his life. bakugou watches as you fix his shirt over your frame and head to your en-suite bathroom to make yourself more presentable to your kids— mumbling something about how many times katsuki came inside of you.

sure there was a lot of it, but he’d only cum inside you twice and he was trying to give you a baby. again.

the shower turns on and he can hear the sound of water running but it doesn’t cover your sweet voice as you call for him. he could never miss that. “katsuki bakugou, you horny bastard, i love you, my daddy bear!” you sing for him; making the blonde smile.

“i love you more, honey baby,” he chuckles back, tucking himself back into sweats before settling back into the ruined sheets.

bakugou was so luckily to have you and you’re beautiful children— he wouldn’t trade any moment of his life for the world except for maybe more time with you. he swore, he’d spend forever loving you if he could.

“daddy?” sweet thoughts are cut off by the groggy voice of bakugou’s eldest daughter, taiga, who stands in the doorway of his bedroom rubbing her cherry red eyes.

the blonde grins, rising from his place in bed and crossing the room in three short strides. he quickly crouches down in front of his little girl and ruffle her unruly mop of matching blonde hair. “g’morning brat, what’s up?”

taiga clutches her shoto plushy tightly, the one uncle todoroki had gotten her for her first birthday ( the one that bakugou hated because it was his daughter’s favourite— kirishima hated it too because he had always thought he was the favourite uncle ), and pouts down at her father, scowling sleepily. bakugou knows if you could see the two of them now, you’d be saying she was the spitting image of him. “tatsumo woke up n wouldn’t stop whinin’, fink he’s hungry, daddy!” the little girl grumbles, clearly still reeling in the after effects of her sleep that got cut short.

“how about we go get him and make some pancakes then?” katsuki suggests softly, hauling his daughter onto his bare shoulders and being mindful not to drop her stupid fuckin’— i mean her plushy to the ground. “y’gonna help me mix up enough batter for ya ma n’ brother, you got that brat?”

taiga squeals as at the new found height, wrapping a singular chubby arm around bakugou’s head for support, making his heart burst at the tiny hand that grips his chin. fuck, he loved his life. “only if we can add choco chwips, daddy!”

“oi, don’t you push your fuckin’ luck with me brat, ya mommy might let you get away with eatin’ shit like that but not me—“ bakugou makes an attempt to scold his daughter while they make way towards his son’s room, but he already knows he’s going to give into her. he can’t say no to taiga.

“i’ll tell mommy you cursed at me!”

“why you little sh—“

“careful, katsuki, if you keep cursing her out i might have to put you on punishment later,” taiga bursts in to wriggly giggles on bakugou’s shoulders, making it harder to keep her in place as you brush past him to grab tatsumo from the nursery.

“daddy’s gonna get in trouble!”

the teasing tone to your voice lingers in the air while you fetch your son, who seems groggy and pouty when he comes into katsuki’s view— wrapped up in your arms while you wear a cleaner shirt of his. there’s that glint in your eye, similar to the one your children posses when they’re doing something mischievous. and that alone tells the ash blonde he’ll be getting punished in ways that could lead to another little one rushing through your house.

bakugou can roll with that.

but for now; he reaches up and pinches taiga’s nose— telling her to stop running her mouth and sending you into giggles while you carry your children downstairs for breakfast. katsuki bakugou couldnt remember the last time he’d gotten a full nights sleep, but what he did know is that he’d always remember the very saccharine mornings he’d get to spend with you and your beautiful children after.

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“taiga, did you put chocolate chips in the batter even though i told you no?”

bakugou had turned his back for but a mere second to grab some milk for tatsumo; who played happily with smooshed bits of banana in his high chair— and suddenly, the batter was littered with the offending, tiny pieces of candy.

“no, it was mommy!”

“yn...”

you quickly throw your hands up in the air as defence, dropping the packet of sinful treats to the counter. “what? i’m having cravings, bakugou!”

“you’re not even pregnant, yn!” the man himself raises his spatula at you accusingly with a scowl, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from cursing again.

you smile up at your husband, knowing he can’t stay mad at you for long. “but i will be, katsuki, it’s the thought that counts.” your eyes flicker up as you wipe the melted chocolate on your finger tips off with your tongue before moving to settle your daughter down for breakfast. bakugou splutters, cheeks flaming with a reddish rose at the thought of your soon to be baby and all the activity that comes with making one which makes you laugh. “oh and lovebug? your pancakes are burning.”

with a jump, katsuki turns to flick off the flame and save his batch of pancakes while you tend to your kids— leaving him to contemplate over your chocolate chip breakfast, how lucky he was to have you.

“i crave chocolate, can i get a pregnant?” taiga squeals shortly after.

“not a chance in hell, brat.”

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sidehowriting · 6 years

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A/N: Hey, guys! I’ve written a new fic, this one is for @wintersparker Angst Writing Challenge. And let me tell you, the struggle bus was real on this one. I literally went through 3 different scenes and like 4 rewrites before I settled on one I didn’t hate. But on the bright side I now have more half asssed material to one day write something else? Sure, let’s go with that. Anyway, here’s the story. Italics are flashbacks.

Prompt: Hey, babe.

Pairing: Thor x reader

Summary: You’re trying to get your daughter to sleep.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, IW spoilers, minor character death, pregnancy and babies

It was a night. Your seven-month-old daughter had been fussy all day. She woke up early in the morning, she didn’t want to eat her breakfast, she refused to nap, she threw her dinner on the ground, and now she’s refusing to go to bed. You know its not her fault, she started teething and she’s been miserable ever since. But that didn’t stop you from being annoyed.

“Sh, baby girl. Mommy’s got you.” You hugged her tightly, rocking back and forth. Her pained wails still filled her quiet bedroom. You leaned back against her crib a dull headache forming in the back of your skull.

If you were being honest with yourself, she’s been acting up since her father left. Thor left a few months ago, claiming he would be back in no time. He was worried about Ragnarok: the destruction of his home and his people. He said he needed to prevent that and then he would return home to you. And you told him to go, you could handle being a single mom for a bit. Your daughter clearly had other ideas. She cried more since he left, she slept less. Just like you.

You kissed the top of her head several times, softly humming. This did nothing. “I know your teeth hurt and I know you want Daddy,” you mumbled into her few pieces of hair. “He’ll be home soon, my sweet.” You had seen the news today, you knew some weird aliens had attacked. You were sure this would draw Thor and he would come back to earth and in turn you and your daughter.

She was still crying despite your best efforts. When she would get fussy and cry, Thor was always the one to take her in his arms, instantly dwarfing her. You’ve been in his arms before so you knew how warm and comforting they were. She apparently felt the same way. Her cries would turn to whimpers. If that didn’t work, he had been known to create a soft rumble of thunder. The light sensation of that always put her to sleep right away.

You rested your cheek against the top of her head as you continued to rock her. “Please, my darling, please sleep. You’ll feel so much better if you sleep.” You started humming again, hoping maybe that would do something. Maybe your humming could yield the same results as Thor’s.

As you hummed you closed your eyes. Her cries eventually started to quiet down and soon she was silent. You could feel her still and her soft snores filled your ears. You didn’t stray from your rocking and humming at first, though. You wanted to make sure she was out before you did anything.

Once you were sure she was going to stay asleep, you inhaled deeply to sigh. However, you started coughing, like a swarm of dust just filled your lungs. You panicked. You silently begged that your coughing wouldn’t wake your sleeping daughter. Opening your eyes, you looked down at her. But you were confused. She was covered in dust? No, she was the dust. In silent horror, you watched your precious daughter disintegrate in your arms.

Your daughter was no longer in your arms, instead there was just a pile of dust where she once was. You didn’t even know how to react. No amount of time working with the Avengers or with S.H.I.E.L.D had ever prepared you for this. This was…this was… You didn’t have words.

As the reality of it started to sink in, your heart quickened and your breathing all but stopped. You were a helpless mother, looking at the dust of your child and trying to comprehend your next step. You wanted to scream but didn’t want to disturb the dust. If she turned to this surely she could turn back from it?

But finally you screamed. Long and hard you screamed until your throat was raw and you were sure it was bleeding. And then you screamed more. When you couldn’t scream anymore you cried and when you couldn’t do that anymore you screamed again. This cycle repeated for how long, you didn’t know.

You were sobbing, clutching what you could of the dust to your chest when you heard your front door open. You didn’t bother to look and see who it was. You didn’t care if it wasn’t your daughter.

Strong familiar arms wrapped around you and you instantly leaned into them. You had so much you wanted to say to Thor but you had no words. He didn’t seem to mind. His silence made you think that he knew what had happened. He knew what the dust meant. And that broke your heart even more.

You held the positive pregnancy test in your hand. Well, one of them. You had taken three just to make sure it was true. You tossed two of them but kept one, the first one. You were waiting for Thor to come back from the store. It all made sense why you craved pickles and cheese like your life depended on it.

The front door to your small home creaked open and Thor walked in, carrying a small bag with him. “My love, I got three different pickles, not sure which were the ones you wanted.”

“Thank you, babe,” you said, smiling brightly. The test was still clutched in your hand. “I’m sure they’re all delicious.”

He set the bag down on the counter. “I hope so.” He eyed your demeanor closely. You were still smiling and rocking back and forth on your feet. Clearly you would not be able to keep this a secret. “What’s going on?” He asked, curiosity dripped from each word.

Giddily you handed him the test, unable to contain yourself. He took it, looking at it closely. “Surprise,” you said, eyes shining.

He looked at it long and hard, taking it all in. “Pregnant. You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you said while nodding.

A huge, goofy smile broke across his face. “You’re pregnant!” he cheered, picking you up and spinning you around. “Oh, my darling, this is the best news I could ever receive.” He set you down and kissed you, pouring his love and adoration for you into it. You felt it move through your lips and down to your toes.

Slowly, he pulled away, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, my darling.” He wrapped his large arms around you. “You’ve made me so happy.” His hands rested easily on your still flat tummy.

“I love you so much too, Thor,” you said leaning into him. His arms always were your favorite place to be. They always were so warm and made you feel so safe.

She sobbed to the point of passing out. He couldn’t blame her. After everything that happened, after everything that he saw… Then to come home to find his beloved rocking back and forth, clinging to piles of dust. He instantly knew what had happened and it took everything in him to not crumble. He had experience so much loss… His father, his planet, his people, his friends, his brother, and now his daughter. How much more loss could he take?

He easily lifted her up, the dust falling to the floor. He couldn’t bare to look at it as he carried his love to their bed. He laid her down and tucked her in, kissing her forehead. He climbed in next, not bothering to change out of his battle armor.

He laid awake that night, unable to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his little girl. Her eyes bright with curiosity. Her gummy smile that was always coated with drool. Her melodious laugh that always made him smile no matter what his mood. Being away from her tore him apart and he hated himself for leaving. Honestly, what would have changed if he had stayed? Ragnarok would still have happened, Thanos would still have gotten the stones.

She rolled over next to him, facing his direction. There were bags under her eyes. She looked really tired.

“Hello, my darling,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes roamed over his face. His hair was different than when she last saw him. It was now significantly shorter. And he lost an eye, but then got a new one, but it didn’t match his natural blue one.

“Hey, babe,” she said hoarsely. She had screamed and cried plenty last night so he wasn’t surprised that she barely had a voice now. “I’m sorry,” she croaked.

His brows scrunched in confusion. “Darling, you did nothing wrong.” He reached out and stroked her cheek, trying to offer some form of physical comfort. “This was Thanos.”

She shook her head. Having worked for S.H.I.E.L.D she knew who he was. She knew that he was bad news. “No.” She started to tear up again. “When I was pregnant with her. I- I didn’t want to travel to Asgard. I was scared the travel would hurt her. But you were right. Things would be better-“ When she found out she was pregnant, they talked about going to Asgard. He thought it might be safer there and he wanted to show her the place as it was his home. But she had refused, saying she didn’t know how space travel would affect the pregnancy. She wanted to wait until after the baby was born and had built up more of an immune system. He had respected her decision. After all, they would have years together with their daughter, right?

He cut her off by pulling her close to him. She didn’t flinch when she was pressed against his hard armor. And he was sure he smelled which also didn’t seem to faze her. “Darling, Asgard is gone. Ragnarok happened and then Thanos… You wouldn’t have been any better there.” There was pain in his voice as he spoke and his arms around her tightened. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I left you two alone. I wasn’t there. I-“ His voice became shaky, “I should have killed Thanos.” The battle flashed before his eyes again. Why didn’t he take the head shot? Why did he take so long to make a move at all?

She sniffled and he knew she was crying again. This promoted him to tear up as well. He had seen so much loss in the past few days. He had felt so much loss. But what broke him most of all was knowing the love of his life was experiencing the same pain as he was.

There was a passing silence. He laid with her, holding her close to him, afraid she too might disappear. “Are we gonna make it through this?” Her voice was so small.

His small daughter was placed in his arms. She was swaddled so snuggly, only her delicate little face was peaking out. Her eyes were flickering closed as soft coos were emitted from her tiny mouth. Gods, he didn’t realize he could love something so small so fiercely.

“Hello, my darling,” he whispered softly to her. As carefully as he could, he tenderly kissed her forehead. His blonde hair tumbled down onto her, covering her face. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure, but she made no noise. He chuckled softly, pulling his hair back, revealing her tiny face again.

His beloved had fallen asleep in her bed, clearly exhausted from delivering their bundle of joy. Her face looked angelic as she slept, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with her even breaths. How his heart swelled with love for her.

He sat down next to her bed, his tiny daughter still sleeping peacefully in his arms. He was so content with just holding her, staring at her little face. Nothing could bring him as much joy as just being with her. “My little darling,” he whispered to her. “I love you more than the sun loves the sky. I promise you I will always be here to keep you safe.” That was a promise he intended to keep.

He answered her truthfully. “I don’t know.”

#wintersparker #thor x reader #thor x you #thor angst #Thorsdottir

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Jungkook started sucking on the tip of Taehyung's cock like it was a lollipop, and Taehyung felt so fucking- so full, almost- with a warmth around his cock and fingers in his hole, fucking in and out sloppily."Ha," Jungkook let out with a snarky smirk. "I do win."Taehyung couldn't take it.While Jungkook was too busy sucking on Taehyung's cock, he didn't notice how Taehyung grabbed the packet of lube and poured some of it onto his own fingers. Taehyung bucked into Jungkook's mouth, the younger groaning at that, just pushing his three fingers in deeper.Taehyung smirked, sitting up a little and leaning forward, reaching his hands between Jungkook's thighs and pulling his cheeks apart. "I don't lose that easy, Cherry." He whispered, and Jungkook- who was off his cock- looked at him in confusion, and then felt Taehyung press his finger in.Jungkook gasped out, and his finger movement stopped as Taehyung fit his whole finger in, feeling up his tight hole."A-ah- Tae, m'never done this before," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung cooed, pressing his second finger in slowly. "Thought you were a winner, baby?"Jungkook groaned, not liking how much he was liking the feeling of having Taehyung's fingers pumping in him. "I am! M'not a loser," Jungkook growled, and then slammed his three fingers into Taehyung, seeing the older boy grip Jungkook's arm tightly, whimpering out.Taehyung bit his lip, and then looked at Jungkook through his hair that was falling on his eyes. "You wanna play dirty, baby? Alright-" Taehyung growled, and then slammed his third finger in without warning, and Jungkook gasped.Fuck they slammed right into his prostate. Jungkook felt precum ooze out of his cock, and whimpered too, feeling himself grind down onto Taehyung's fingers. "I-I hate you-" Jungkook stammered, and saw Taehyung smirk, and then bite his lip, concealing a whimper.Jungkook moved forward, and their cocks pressed up against each other, and both gasped out, feeling a need to be dominant but also kind of giving in and liking the rush of being fucked by fingers.This was quite the fucking show, both grinding their cocks against each other, trying to look angry but failing because they had each other's fingers against their prostate."So- f-fuckin' tight- your ass was made for this-" Jungkook growled, all while gripping Taehyung's shoulder and trying to get more of his fingers against his prostate."Shut the fuck up- little-" Taehyung started, and then bucked his hips up needily. "-bitch.""Nnngh- not- not gonna cum before you-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung laughed. "Give up now, baby. I have a longer duration than human males." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook groaned."I-I hate that-" Jungkook snapped. "Your stupid alien dick-" Jungkook said, and then felt Taehyung press their leaking cocks against each other. "S-stupid.""Cum.""No.""Cum!""No!"Taehyung curled his fingers, and started scissoring his long fingers inside Jungkook's hole, and Jungkook tried doing the same in Taehyung, but then Taehyung leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Jungkook's nipple. Jungkook gasped."F-fuck you-" Jungkook cried out, feeling kind of embarrassed as he came all over Taehyung's cock, a little splattering on their stomachs.Jungkook's cock went limp, and he knew Taehyung had to cum, but pulled his fingers out of Taehyung, feeling pliant all of the sudden, wanting to pass out from how intoxicated and full he felt with Taehyung's fingers still in him.Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the bed, and spread his legs. Jungkook whimpered when Taehyug started finger fucking him again, silverish cock still awfully hard."A-are you gonna fuck me?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked at him, saw how he was flopped against the bed, lips apart and eyes dilated, red hair looking redder in the dim light."Nah," Taehyung whispered, and then fucked three fingers in really deep, making the younger boy cry out in oversensitivity. "Not when we're both drunk."Taehyung leaned down, swirling his lips and tongue around Jungkook's nipple while fucking his fingers into him. Jungkook reached his hand down, tugging on Taehyung's cock.It went on for a while, Jungkook to drunk and too exhausted to get hard again or try and dominate Taehyung. So he just lay there and let Taehyung finger fuck him and nip at his nipples wile he just lazily tugged on Taehyung's cock.After what not only felt, but was actually ages, Taehyung came, and spurted all of the silver cum onto Jungkook's stomach. Jungkook whimpered out, feeling a little empty as Taehyung pulled his fingers out, both breathing heavily."Y-you cum a lot." Jungkook said, noticing the amount of silver semen splayed on his tummy. Taehyung giggled in his drunk state."Hm, yeah. S'weird alien thing. I personally think you full humans cum too less," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled too.Both pulled their clothes on lazily, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's shirt and wiping his stomach with it, making the older boy groan.They both cleaned up, and Jungkook flopped lazily on his bed, curling up. Taehyung sighed. "C'mon, Koo, we need to sleep in the control room. Remember?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook whined, burying his face in his pillow."No. I don't confide to these laws that ignore my rights as a human-" Jungkook started, but gasped when Taehyung picked him up bridal style."Shut up." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned, but wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck."M'surprised you can even pick me up with your noodle ass arms-""M'surprised you can even think of topping with your noddle ass di-""Shut up!!" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung giggled, while carrying the younger towards the control room.Taehyung kicked the door of the control open, and Jungkook turned to see- and then both of them screamed.Hoseok was on the floor with Yoongi on his lap and they were making out.Yoongi and Hoseok turned to the entrance and saw Jungkook and Taehyung, and they screamed as well.All four stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide, and then Yoongi said- "If you tell anyone anything I'll tell Namjoon you two fucked on the captain's chair."Both boys huffed. "Dammit, he'll believe you over us any day. Y'know what- we're just gonna go sleep in our rooms." Taehyung mumbled, and then rushed out, Jungkook gripping onto him tightly.Yoongi and Hoseok waited until they heard the footsteps fade away, and then looked at each other."Wanna make out on the captain's chair?" Yoongi asked."Hell yeah," Hoseok responded.And then Hoseok rushed up and sat on the Captain's chair and Yoongi straddled him and they began furiously making out again, Hoseok squeezing his ass. All while the stars shone outside and moons orbited peacefully✫ ✬ ✭ ✬ ✫"Bro if you like, think about it- soda's just crunchy water."

"Yup. Jimin is drunk." Jin said, and Jimin giggled, rolling over and doing a somersault in attempts to sit up straight.

"No no- I am not drunk I am Jimin!" Jimin said, and Namjoon sighed, looking at Jin.

"I told you we shouldn't have opened up the vodka bottles and decided to have 'fun time'." Namjoon mumbled, and Jungkook groaned, drinking his third glass of coca cola infused with vodka.

"I was almost the mother of a whole generation of a half human race, I deserve fun time." Jungkook snapped, and then tipped the glass back.

"Fair enough." Namjoon sighed, and saw how Hoseok had been weirdly dazing out, looking into the wall with dulled eyes, while Yoongi (who had a whole bottle, but no one wanted to say anything) had his head on Hoseok's lap.

"All I'm saying is- soda? Is crunchy. Sparkling water? Tastes like burps." Jimin concluded, and Taehyung huffed.

"I hate that I understand what he means." Taehyung said, and took another few sips of his drnk. Jimin giggled, and Namjoon just mumbled fuck it and down his entire glass.

"Listenn-" Jungkook slurred a little, sitting up straight, on his knees. They were all on the floor of the lounge in the ship, which was made for the people on the ship to relax. "Is anyone else like superrrr horny?" Jungkook asked, and Yoongi scoffed.

"After everything that happened today you're still horny?" Yoongi asked, and Jungkook shook his head. "No I'm not! I'm just- h-orny.. wanna fuck someone." Jungkook flopped onto the floor, and Taehyung sighed.

"Mood." Taehyung replied, and Jungkook flickered his eyes to him.

"Bro- why're you holding my hand?" Hoseok mumbled in his drunk state, and Yoongi, who was holding Hoseok's hand, dropped it, cheeks turning red.

"Sorry." Yoongi said, and Hoseok scoffed.

"That shit's gay." Hoseok mumbled, and then grabbed Yoongi's hand. "Hold it tighter."

Yoongi did a cut gummy smiled giggle into his thighs, and Jimin just sighed, watching as Namjoon and Jin were giggling between each other.

"Y'all so horny and shit. Just fuck already, Christ." Jimin said, gripping a bag of weird alien chips in his hand.

"We're not horny, Pinkie." Jin said, and Jimin pursed his lips. "Yes you all are. You're all little sluts."

"Hey!" Jungkook snapped, frowning. "We're not... little."

Jimin giggled at his response, and then took another sip of his drink, and flopped onto the floor. "M'gonna take a nap. Don't fuck here," Jimin squeaked, and then yawned cutely and curled up in a little ball.

"Goddamn, that's kind of cute." Taehyung said, and then stood up and walked over to Jimin. "Come on, Park. Lemme drop you to your room." Taehyung said, leaning down and picking Jimin up bridal style. Jimin hummed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's neck.

Jungkook frowned. The other four in the room were still in conversation, so Jungkook stood up and following Taehyung out the lounge. Jungkook rushed up to walk alongside them.

"Tae," Jungkook said, already feeling a kick of needy rushing through him. "Can I- um- can we talk? After this."

Taehyung turned to look at him, while walking towards Jimin's room, and the two boys heard a giggle. "Talk with your dick in his ribcage-"

"Shut up Park. Go to sleep." Jungkook said, and Jimin kicked him in the face.

Taehyung laughed at that, and Jungkook just let out an ow, clutching his cheek. He waited outside Jimin's room while Taehyung took him in and dropped him onto the bed.

Jungkook tapped his foot against the floor impatiently, and then heard some murmuring between the two. Finally, after what seemed like ages to Jungkook, Taehyung walked out.

Jungkook looked at him with darkened eyes for a few seconds, and then allowed his drunk state to take over. He grabbed Taehyung by the shirt and pressed him against the wall, leaning in.

"Don't make me wait, Kim. M'not very patient," Jungkook growled lowly, and Taehyung smirked.

"Neither is your dick with how fast you came last time-" Taehyung retorted, and Jungkook looked away for a second, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek in anger, and then flipped his attention back to the older boy.

"Shut up. Or I'll make you shut up," Jungkook whispered into his ear, and Taehyung gripped onto Jungkook's waist.

"Or-" Taehyung said, pinching his curve. "I keep talking, and you shut up and listen to me, hm?"

Jungkook snickered humourlessly, clearly a rising sexual tension growing between the two. "You still don't get it, do you Tae? I might come off as a little dumb or whatever- but the point is, I like taking control, yeah? So if you could just-" Jungkook started, and then slammed his hand onto the wall beside his head. "-shut the fuck up about me not dominating you, we could get somewhere, and I'd actually fuck you."

Taehyung smirked, no- laughed. "This doesn't bother me. You know this doesn't bother me, right? Baby, I don't think you get it," Taehyung whispered, and then gripped Jungkook's hips and flipped them over, so Jungkook was against the wall now.

"You like taking control? Well I like showing boys like you there place- that place behind under me," Taehyung said, whispering into his ear. "Whimpering, gripping onto the sheets. Doesn't it just sound more fitting, Cherry?"

Jungkook couldn't- no- wouldn't let this phase him, however hard this whole conversation between them was getting him.

"What'd be more sitting would be you on your knees with me cock fitted in your mou-"

"Oh my god!" Jimin yelled from inside his room. "Will one of you man up and just decide to be the bottom?? Jesus fucking Christ- I can hear everything! Go to your own rooms!"

Jungkook and Taehyung both blushed, and they mumbled out quick sorry's and then walked towards Jungkook's room. Jungkook opened his door, and then saw that Taehyung wasn't entering.

"Come in," Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung smirked. "There's only one place I want to come in, and that's you-"

"Tae, don't fucking test me. I'm gonna fuck you, and that's final." Jungkook snapped, grabbing Taehyung by the arm and pulling him into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"The only time I'd let you dominate me, baby, is when you'll ride me. So will you just stop being so stuck up and suck my dick already? Jeez-" Taehyung snapped back, and Jungkook huffed.

Both were dominant. Both fuming. Both were arrogant. Both weren't going to back down until they won. Both wanted to be on top. Also- both were hard as hell and wanted to do something sexual right now.

This could be interesting.

"Y'know what, Tae?" Jungkook said sharply, and then pushed Taehyung onto his bed, pulling the sleeves of his sweater up. "I've had enough of you disrespecting me like this, baby. Just wait until I've got you whimpering my name-"

"Whimpering your name with my dick in your ass!" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook leaped on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

"Shut the fuck up-"

"You shut the fuck up-"

"You let me fuck you or-"

"Or what? You're gonna cum too fact because your little dicky didn't get attention?" Taehyung snapped, and then Jungkook frowned, and sat up.

"M-my dick's not small.." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung suddenly realised he overstepped a boundary in their sexual talk and sat up as well.

"Oh no, Kook, I was just- I was just saying it like that. Don't worry." Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook looked at him with big eyes.

"Promise?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded in reassurance.

They both looked at each other for a few seconds with their big eyes and slightly tinted cheeks and heavy breathing- and decided to snap.

"Well god- 'cause my dick will feel real big in your ass, Tae." Jungkook growled, and Taehyung reached forward and slapped Jungkook's ass really hard, making him wince.

"That's cute, baby. But your ass was meant for my cock, darling. I can already tell." Taehyung smirked, and then Jungkook huffed, eyebrows furrowed.

"Okay Tae- that's enough. I'm really horny and wanna do something! Can we move past this talking stuff and get into it?" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung sat up as well.

"Well.. okay, but we both did kinda mean what we said. What do you suggest we do?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook bit his lip, and then placed his hand on his clothed cock, palming it a little.

"Kinda wanna fuck you, Tae." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung snickered, and reached under his sweatpants, taking his hardened cock out as well, stroking the length.

"That's funny, I kinda wanna fuck you too, Kookie." Taehyung said with a smirk, and Jungkook crawled a little closer to him, until he was hovering over him, and Taehyung had his back against the headboard.

Jungkook pulled his boxers down a little too, leaking member springing free, slapping against his stomach. "I've got an idea," Jungkook whispered, and then reached for the cabinet, taking out a packet of lube that was in his drawer.

Taehyung frowned, and Jungkook placed his hand over his mouth before he could speak. "I know. You wanna fuck me. But- think about it, Tae. We're both horny- so just let me have my way, yeah? You'll learn to love it- and we can both be satisfied." Jungkook said with a knowing smirk, and then took the lube in his palm.

Taehyung was about to complain, but Jungkook wrapped his hand around his cock and moved his hand up and down the silvery blueish tan member.

Taehyung tipped his head back to groan, feeling Jungkook moving his hand up and down fluently. He was so fucking horny, didn't have it in him to complain about a handjob.

"Like this, TaeTae? Gonna love it when I fuck you, pup. Gonna love my cock in you." Jungkook whispered, watching how Taehyung let out a chocked snicker, bucking his hips up needily.

"Hm- sure thing. With how nicely you move your hand around my cock, I'd think your ass would do the same, bunny." Taehyung whispered, and then saw Jungkook released the hand, looking at Taehyung cautiously.

"Thought you were smart, Tae." Jngkook said, other hand on his thigh- Taehyung not noticing how he was kinda pulling it apart, spreading his legs. "But you're clearly not if you think I'm not a dom-" Jungkook whispered into his ear, before pressing one finger into his hole.

"Oh- fuck you," Taehyung groaned out, and Jungkook just laughed cockily, seeing Taehyung drop his head down, letting Jungkook press the finger in fully.

"You're tight, Tae." Jungkook giggled, and Taehyung lifted his head up, and only let out a groan in anger and pleasure when Jungkook pressed the second finger into him, both fingers lining up.

"I fucking hate you-" Taehyung growled, and then grabbed Jungkook by the back of his head and pulled it down to his cock. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but Taehyung slammed his cock between his lips.

Jungkook gagged around his cock, and then decided to just keep going and started sucking on his long hard dick, pumping two fingers into his hole, hearing him whimper.

"F-fuck- Ugh- Haven't done this in so long," Taehyung let out, voice growing slightly higher, Jungkook's fingers brushing against his prostate as his tongue swirled around his cock.

Jungkook pulled off his cock, looking at him while breathing heavily. "I win." Jungkook smirked, and Taehyung scoffed. "No you didn't-" Taehyung started, but Jungkook pressed the third finger in, and Taehyung whimpered out.

"Ha," Jungkook let out with a snarky smirk. "I do win."

Taehyung couldn't take it.

While Jungkook was too busy sucking on Taehyung's cock, he didn't notice how Taehyung grabbed the packet of lube and poured some of it onto his own fingers. Taehyung bucked into Jungkook's mouth, the younger groaning at that, just pushing his three fingers in deeper.

Taehyung smirked, sitting up a little and leaning forward, reaching his hands between Jungkook's thighs and pulling his cheeks apart. "I don't lose that easy, Cherry." He whispered, and Jungkook- who was off his cock- looked at him in confusion, and then felt Taehyung press his finger in.

Jungkook gasped out, and his finger movement stopped as Taehyung fit his whole finger in, feeling up his tight hole.

"A-ah- Tae, m'never done this before," Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung cooed, pressing his second finger in slowly. "Thought you were a winner, baby?"

Jungkook groaned, not liking how much he was liking the feeling of having Taehyung's fingers pumping in him. "I am! M'not a loser," Jungkook growled, and then slammed his three fingers into Taehyung, seeing the older boy grip Jungkook's arm tightly, whimpering out.

Taehyung bit his lip, and then looked at Jungkook through his hair that was falling on his eyes. "You wanna play dirty, baby? Alright-" Taehyung growled, and then slammed his third finger in without warning, and Jungkook gasped.

Fuck they slammed right into his prostate. Jungkook felt precum ooze out of his cock, and whimpered too, feeling himself grind down onto Taehyung's fingers. "I-I hate you-" Jungkook stammered, and saw Taehyung smirk, and then bite his lip, concealing a whimper.

Jungkook moved forward, and their cocks pressed up against each other, and both gasped out, feeling a need to be dominant but also kind of giving in and liking the rush of being fucked by fingers.

This was quite the fucking show, both grinding their cocks against each other, trying to look angry but failing because they had each other's fingers against their prostate.

"So- f-fuckin' tight- your ass was made for this-" Jungkook growled, all while gripping Taehyung's shoulder and trying to get more of his fingers against his prostate.

"Shut the fuck up- little-" Taehyung started, and then bucked his hips up needily. "-bitch."

"Nnngh- not- not gonna cum before you-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung laughed. "Give up now, baby. I have a longer duration than human males." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook groaned.

"I-I hate that-" Jungkook snapped. "Your stupid alien dick-" Jungkook said, and then felt Taehyung press their leaking cocks against each other. "S-stupid."

"Cum."

"No."

"Cum!"

"No!"

Taehyung curled his fingers, and started scissoring his long fingers inside Jungkook's hole, and Jungkook tried doing the same in Taehyung, but then Taehyung leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Jungkook's nipple. Jungkook gasped.

"F-fuck you-" Jungkook cried out, feeling kind of embarrassed as he came all over Taehyung's cock, a little splattering on their stomachs.

Jungkook's cock went limp, and he knew Taehyung had to cum, but pulled his fingers out of Taehyung, feeling pliant all of the sudden, wanting to pass out from how intoxicated and full he felt with Taehyung's fingers still in him.

Taehyung pushed Jungkook onto the bed, and spread his legs. Jungkook whimpered when Taehyug started finger fucking him again, silverish cock still awfully hard.

"A-are you gonna fuck me?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked at him, saw how he was flopped against the bed, lips apart and eyes dilated, red hair looking redder in the dim light.

"Nah," Taehyung whispered, and then fucked three fingers in really deep, making the younger boy cry out in oversensitivity. "Not when we're both drunk."

Taehyung leaned down, swirling his lips and tongue around Jungkook's nipple while fucking his fingers into him. Jungkook reached his hand down, tugging on Taehyung's cock.

It went on for a while, Jungkook to drunk and too exhausted to get hard again or try and dominate Taehyung. So he just lay there and let Taehyung finger fuck him and nip at his nipples wile he just lazily tugged on Taehyung's cock.

After what not only felt, but was actually ages, Taehyung came, and spurted all of the silver cum onto Jungkook's stomach. Jungkook whimpered out, feeling a little empty as Taehyung pulled his fingers out, both breathing heavily.

"Y-you cum a lot." Jungkook said, noticing the amount of silver semen splayed on his tummy. Taehyung giggled in his drunk state.

"Hm, yeah. S'weird alien thing. I personally think you full humans cum too less," Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled too.

Both pulled their clothes on lazily, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's shirt and wiping his stomach with it, making the older boy groan.

They both cleaned up, and Jungkook flopped lazily on his bed, curling up. Taehyung sighed. "C'mon, Koo, we need to sleep in the control room. Remember?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook whined, burying his face in his pillow.

"No. I don't confide to these laws that ignore my rights as a human-" Jungkook started, but gasped when Taehyung picked him up bridal style.

"Shut up." Taehyung said, and Jungkook frowned, but wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck.

"M'surprised you can even pick me up with your noodle ass arms-"

"M'surprised you can even think of topping with your noddle ass di-"

"Shut up!!" Jungkook whined, and Taehyung giggled, while carrying the younger towards the control room.

Taehyung kicked the door of the control open, and Jungkook turned to see- and then both of them screamed.

Hoseok was on the floor with Yoongi on his lap and they were making out.

Yoongi and Hoseok turned to the entrance and saw Jungkook and Taehyung, and they screamed as well.

All four stood there for a few seconds, eyes wide, and then Yoongi said- "If you tell anyone anything I'll tell Namjoon you two fucked on the captain's chair."

Both boys huffed. "Dammit, he'll believe you over us any day. Y'know what- we're just gonna go sleep in our rooms." Taehyung mumbled, and then rushed out, Jungkook gripping onto him tightly.

Yoongi and Hoseok waited until they heard the footsteps fade away, and then looked at each other.

"Wanna make out on the captain's chair?" Yoongi asked.

"Hell yeah," Hoseok responded.

And then Hoseok rushed up and sat on the Captain's chair and Yoongi straddled him and they began furiously making out again, Hoseok squeezing his ass. All while the stars shone outside and moons orbited peacefully

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