#rough ass past and trying to ignore it long enough did not work out for him

[mikomiio]

Doodles of my boy Salem and future boyfriend Damon

[slvt4felix]

I Could Never Hate You

Pairing -> ninth member!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~3,300 words Includes -> hurt/comfort, angst, enemies to lovers, hyunjin's a meanie, reader has anxiety, minho struggles with his feelings, cringy nickname use, yelling, swearing Summary -> The rest of the group members are over the silly rivalry between you and Minho. They decide to take matters into their own hands. However, their little game takes a turn for the worse when one of the members betrays your trust. Some may call it destiny…the way it leads you straight into the arms of the one you would never expect. Author's Note -> This is my first time posting on here, so hopefully this isn't too rough. Also, I swear I don’t hate Hyunjin. I love him to death. It was just necessary for the plot… anywaysss hope you enjoy!!

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“I swear to God if you guys don’t open this door right now!” You yell as you pound on the hotel room down the hall from yours. There hasn’t been a reply, but you know that Hyunjin and Felix are in there. The two of them are always locked in their hotel rooms the night before your shows. They try to get as much sleep as possible for the next day.

‘They are definitely laughing their asses off right now,’ you think to yourself. It was just a stupid prank to them. Something to get you and Minho to finally get along again, but they just don’t get it. You had tried for so long to make it work, but Minho was just too stubborn. For heaven’s sake, you guys used to be the best of friends. One day he just started being cruel. Ignoring your texts, saying snarky things under his breath, scoffing every time you accidentally messed a move up. It escalated to the point where you no longer talk anymore. Truly, it is not your fault and they don’t seem to get it. He refuses to say anything about what happened, completely disregarding the fact that you were ever close enough to share your deepest secrets.

You turn around to leave, realizing the two boys were probably never going to open the door. You hear the lock click and spin back to see the annoyingly beautiful face of Felix. Although he wasn’t outright laughing at you, he was putting little effort in trying to hide his smile.

“Hey, what are you so upset for? I didn’t notice anything wrong on the bus earlier?” Felix asks. You just stare back dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck would you ever put me in a room with him?” you spit pushing past Felix into his room, “Don’t you dare look at me like that, you know how he treats me.”

Hyunjin just looks at you from his spot on a queen bed closest to the window. He looks shocked, as if he hadn’t expected you to actually put up a fight against the sleeping arrangements.

"How is that our fault?" Hyunjin questions. He seems like he may be genuinely asking, but you know him better than that. You have always been closer to him than the other members, especially after all the things that went down with Minho. Hyunjin was always the one to comfort you. The first to step up when your anxiety got to be too much. So, it was obvious that the members did have something to do with it, and it wasn't just an unfortunate fluke.

"I saw the way you guys all ran to claim your rooms while I was still collecting my suitcase. Don't act stupid. I know you know what's going on," you say back in hopes to get him to at least explain what their plan was. Maybe you could reason with them and get one of the boys to switch. Heck, you'd even be willing to sleep on the couch in Hyunjin and Felix's room, but it's starting to seem like they don't even want you in their room in the first place.

You hear Felix close the door behind you, but it's all blocked out as you watch Hyunjin roll his eyes at you. While this may seem like a typical Hyunjin action, it just didn't feel right. He tries to be more gentle with you than the other boys. After confiding many of your secrets and insecurities in him, he knows to control his face around you. Yet, it's beginning to look like he's forgotten all about that tonight.

"Yeah, I'm the stupid one..." he mumbles under his breath. With every sentence exchanged, the tension in the room grows thicker. You almost feel bad putting the other poor boy in the room through this. You can practically feel him stiffen with every word spoken.

"Hyunjin-" Felix starts but is cut off by a sharp look from the man himself. You know it's starting to go too far if Felix is getting upset, but Hyunjin doesn't seem to care.

"Why are you so angry right now?" you ask him, praying the question doesn't fire him up more. Maybe he's just having a really bad day, or maybe he just wants to be alone and can't deal with your problems.

"I'm not angry," he starts, "you're just making a big deal out of absolutely nothing." By the end of it he begins to raise his voice, another thing he knows you aren't a fan of. You take a step back, a little confused at his ignorance. He's been with you through all the fights, why doesn't he understand how big of a deal this is to you?

As you're still trying to make sense of his previous statement, his voice quiets down, and he looks back down at his phone as he whispers, "Just like you always do."

"What is that even supposed to mean?" you ask, scared for the response. He glances up sharply, making true eye contact for the first time tonight.

"You're always crying over stupid shit, and I really can't handle it anymore,” he states angrily, his eyes not leaving yours the entire time. He finally breaks eye contact, and the tension explodes, painting the whole room red.

As dramatic as it sounds, it's like a knife to your heart, or perhaps more accurately a stab in the back. You know exactly what he means by that. It's like he was aiming for your most sensitive spots. With your anxiety, you tend to panic over things that don't usually matter much in other people's minds. Every time you have an anxiety attack or are just freaking out about something, you usually try to hide it. You worry that your friends won't take you seriously or will make fun of you over something they consider 'not a big deal'. You've confided in Hyunjin over this topic before. He's helping you get over that and come to them when you need help. So why is he now turning on you? Was it all an act before?

You feel your eyes start to tear up, but you hold them back. He cannot see you cry.

"Fuck you," you say, attempting to put venom behind it, but all that comes out is your shaky voice.

"Y/n, wait," Felix says sympathetically as you go to leave the room. Normally, you would stop and let Felix comfort you, but suddenly everything is feeling just a little too heavy and you can't seem to look him in the eye any longer. You stride out of the room, keeping your shoulders straight without even glancing back. You just need to stay strong until you make it into the hallway. You slam the door behind you despite typically being the one to argue when the other members to it. Your eyes are blurring too fast at this point to even recognize the fact that you probably should've shut it a bit quieter. It is a hotel and noise complaints are a thing, but, honestly, that is the least of your worries at the moment. You just keep replaying back the fight in your head trying to figure out what you did wrong. It had to be something, right?

You start down the hallway, cursing when you realize your room is at the other end of the hall. You hope the other boys can't hear your sobs, especially the two you just departed from. As much as you want to be comforted, it feels like you're past the point of no return and just want to be alone. You try to stifle your cries a bit with your hand, but it doesn't do much. You're heads getting a little too light, you're breathing getting harder to control. Your hands are shaking, and it seems like the crying is just starting. Some may call you sensitive, but when the tears start you simply begin to spiral. There's very little that can calm you down at that point. Hyunjin usually has to take you somewhere and help you take deep breaths especially before your concerts. But he's the one who started this mess. So, what are you supposed to do now?

You finally make it to your hotel room, barely being able to read the numbers, and you start to dig around in your pockets. You start to panic as you struggle to find your key card, but eventually you grasp the small rectangular piece of plastic and open the door.

Once inside, you shut the door, a bit calmer this time, and fall back against it. The only thing on your mind being the fact that you are finally in your own room, alone. You put your hands over your face, trying to quiet some of your senses. In the haste to get out of the situation, you completely failed to remember the problem that had started it all.

Minho is sitting in one of the beds; he had plenty of time to choose considering you just dropped your suitcase off and stormed off upon realizing the two of you would be rooming together. He's all cozy in his sweat pants and t-shirt, obviously thankful for your abrupt disappearance. He looks up, shocked to see you re-entering the room. He plans to make a jab of some sort, but immediately pauses upon seeing your state. It seems like you haven't even noticed that he's in there yet. He's never really seen you like this before, or at least not since he started pushing you away. Putting that aside, he accepts defeat realizing that you need someone. You need him.

Your eyes are covered as you cry quietly into your hands, pushing your head back into the wood behind you. You flinch slightly upon feeling strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you away from the hard door. However, you soon relax into the arms, enjoying the feeling of safety flood your system. The man is warm and gentle as he presses you against him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck.

"Follow my breathing," he whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps from your head to your toes. You try to listen to him, but all of your senses are so overwhelmed that you can't seem to focus on anything. Feeling like a fool, you begin to cry harder, immediately sending you back to the fight with Hyunjin.

"Honey," he starts, "you just have to take a deep breath. I don't want you to pass out on me." Hearing the quiet voice in your ear helps bring your mind back to the present. Trying to focus on the instructions, you begin to notice the chest rising and falling slowly against yours. You can even feel the man's calm heart beat against your racing one.

Following the normally simple order, you try to take a deeper inhale resulting in a few hiccups and more tears. One of the arms around your shoulder falls and his hand begins to rub your back gently. As you focus on the sensation, your breathing starts to even out, just as Minho had hoped.

Once you are in a slightly better state, he moves you over to the bed. Setting you down on the edge, he kneels in front of you and softly pulls your hands away from your face. You instinctively bow your head, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep from facing the man in front of you.

Minho reaches his hand out, bringing your face back up towards his. You slowly open your eyes at the gentle touch. He's looking right back at you, a soft expression covering his face. He hasn't looked at you like that in years. He practically lights up when your eyes meet his.

A smile grows on his face, as he quietly says, "There you go, kitten." Your face flushes at the nickname, and you hear Minho giggle softly at your blushing cheeks. He used to call you that all the time. A fan had once greeted the two of you at a fan meet saying how you both had the same energy as cats. So from that day on, he had called you that nickname constantly, earning well-deserved teasing from the other boys. Yet, it had all stopped out of nowhere.

'He doesn't care about you anymore,' you remind yourself. You pull away from him roughly and stand up from the bed. You take a few steps away from him, the comfort you had felt being ripped away in seconds. This was too confusing. He can't ignore you for years and suddenly act normal. That isn't how this works.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of explanation. He slowly stands up, his soft look from before transforming into a look of pure regret.

"What are you talking about? You're upset and I care about you," he calmly explains, obviously ignoring the elephant in the room. But you can see it in his eyes; the nerves, the regret, and the sadness painting itself across his irises.

"You hate me,” you say, leaving no room for discussion. You were sick of being left in the dark and being turned on. You just want to know, what happened?

"You don't really believe that do you?" he asks as his body language changes. He reaches a hand up, pulling a little too roughly against his hair as he looks down at the ground.

"I mean-" you start to say but are cut off by a small sniffle coming from across you.

The culprit looks up at you again, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Minho never cries. It's just one of those things. So he wipes them away and says the last words you would ever imagine him speaking to you.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers genuinely, "I never meant to make you feel that way, but I guess that's what it's come to, hasn't it?"

You stand stiffly, staring at him. You had never seen the man look so defeated. You are even more confused about where the two of you stand than you have ever been.

"But I don't get it, you're just so mean. I don't know how you couldn't hate me."

"I could never hate you,” he states staring at you. His eyes are so deep that you can see exactly what he's feeling, and you realize, this is it. He's an open book. This may be the one time you get to see under the surface of Lee Minho since those days of friendship all those years ago.

"Then why did you push me away?" you ask, taking advantage of his state.

"I was just so scared. I thought you would hate me if you found out..." he trails off. You simply wait for him to finish his sentence, but he never does. He just looks back at you in hopes that you understand what he's trying to say. A silence builds, and Minho takes a deep breath before continuing.

"I love you and I was just too scared in case it would ruin the group," he says, finally letting the truth escape after years of secrets. The shock of the statement leaves you speechless, simply staring at your old best friend.

After a few seconds of building tension, you can’t help but start to giggle, leading to near hysterics with more tears springing to your eyes. You had thought you had cried all of them out, but it looks like you were wrong. There's no way that's the reason. If only he had been honest with his feelings, then you would've never been in this situation in the first place.

He looks surprised at your laughing, and his whole body seems to deflate.

'Hopefully he doesn't think I'm laughing at him', you think. There's no way they had messed up communication that bad to let it get to this point.

"You should have said that, Minho. I was so in love with you," you state gently, trying not to bewilder the poor man. He looks up, and there's pure excitement on his face. It's beautiful to see compared to his earlier expressions, and you're reminded of all those little reasons you love him. All those reasons that have been buried down due to his obliviousness.

"Really?" he says, taking a step closer to you. Your cheeks heat up upon realizing that you really did just reveal one of your darkest secrets.

He takes another step closer, his face now only inches from yours. You feel his arms wrap sweetly around your waist. You glance down at his lips; they're slightly chapped, but honestly, it's just all part of what makes Minho, Minho. Your eyes go back up to meet his, and you can see the tension and nerves drawn upon his face. You quickly close the distance, making the decision you should have made all those years ago.

Minho doesn't pull away, instead immediately melting into the kiss, bringing one hand up to delicately cup your cheek. This may be one of the softest moments you have ever witnessed from Minho, and man do you want more.

You don't kiss for long, it's short and sweet, but it means so much more. Within it is everything you had wished you could've said to each other since the beginning.

You both pull back, a laugh leaving both of your mouths as you take in how outrageous the situation is. He pulls you close again, his head falling on your shoulder.

"I promise, I will never ever treat you like that again. You mean so much to me," he whispers. You bring a hand up to pet the back of his hair, pulling back just enough to give him a kiss on the cheek.

The two of you eventually pull away as your eyelids begin to droop. You realize how late it has gotten, neither of you noticing with all the drama that has unfolded. You quickly change into your pajamas and get ready to go to sleep.

You end up in the same bed with your head lying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. Despite how sleepy you both feel, you know there is so much more to talk about and neither of you will be able to fall asleep.

Minho breaks the silence, asking you the dreaded question, "So, what happened? Did someone hurt you?"

"Hyunjin and I fought. He said some very hurtful things." I reply sadly, the memories of the fight resurfacing.

"You two are so close, I'm sure he didn't mean it. You know how upset he gets when we’re on tour for so long. He gets aggravated having to be around us all the time, but it was still messed up for him to be so mean to you."

You laugh at his response, "Yeah, like you can talk."

"Hey!" he says dramatically. You both giggle, and despite the tough topic, the tension seems to melt away. It always used to be that way with Minho. It's as if the two of you were made for each other. Everything just felt so much better and easier around him. Suddenly, everything in life was a lot sweeter.

"But seriously, don't worry about it too much, kitten. Felix will take care of it, and Hyunjinnie will be running back to you by the morning."

Part 2 out now!

[k-atsukibakugou]

Hey…It’s me again how would Katsuki react if you told him “Make me” when he tells you to shut the fuck up? 👀….

w/c: 0.5k warnings: not edited at awllllll, f! reader x bakugou, a lil rough notes: hihihihi thank u for ur ask!! im so sorry it took me so long i was stuck staring at it Forever i love talking ab this stupid man i need him on a level i cannot describe

i imagine this as a sidekick and pro hero dynamic, where you’re a little younger and newer, overly excitable about everything, even early in the mornings or on the late night patrols, constantly trying to make conversation with him, i mean if you’re going to be working by his side for the foreseeable future why not try to be friendly?

it all comes to a climax after working with each other for about three weeks now, three long weeks for bakugou to try and zone you out, to give you clipped answers for you to get the hint to just shut up, three weeks of trying to palm you off to another hero at the agency, unfortunately for him, your quirk worked best alongside him.

you ignored his crass attitude, putting up with people like him was just part of the job for you, something to move past and get on with your patrol, paperwork, or interview, whatever it was you had to do when he was annoying you. and god did he annoy you, waiting until his back was turned for your face to sour, just as hellbent on remaining cheery as he was to be a pain in the ass. he was good for your career, you'd remind yourself after every patrol, after every roll of his eyes, after another snippy comment from the muscular blond. it boosted your popularity signing on with his agency, cracking the top 100 just by announcing it, only gaining popularity and publicity working alongside him. but you're cracking, every time he demands you walk behind him instead of beside, cracks deepening each time he glares at you with those red eyes that feel like they're looking through you, finally shattering one last time when he’d turn around so fast he had to grab your shoulders to stop you running into him.

it was a dark, cold, late night, nearing 4am, towards the end of your patrol, and he was sick of hearing you talk, he was too tired and there wasn’t enough energy drinks in the world to give him the energy to engage with this,“shut. the fuck. up.”

his gloved hands are still holding your shoulders tight, leaving you nowhere else to look but up into his eyes, your own blazing with a new anger at him, too exhausted to filter the words forming on your tongue, “make. me.”

you match his tone, sure your lips are curled in a snarl similar to his own, wondering if killing him right here would be worth exchanging your hero costume for a prison uniform. reaching a hand up, you yank his hand off your shoulder, storming past him, being sure to bump his shoulder with your own, hard, continuing down the alleyway, only making it a few feet before he’d catch up again, pushing you against the closest wall before you could blink.

Brick’s pressed hard to your chest, uncomfortably digging into any exposed skin, his thick arm across the top of your back to pin you in place, smirking lips beside the shell of your hear at your tiny gasp and whimper, “that’s the best idea that’s come out of your mouth.”

[bobgasm]

lieutenant smoulder [4.5/15]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 2657 warnings: they’re insufferable assholes, he fingers her, smut, nsfw [18+ only], contains spoilers for future chapters

prompt: “i was made for you”

summary: in which bucky has a secret

author’s note: bonus part from bucky’s pov. contains spoilers – best read after part 8 but takes place between parts 4 & 5

devour | lieutenant smoulder | embers

        Bucky silenced the alarm blaring from the nightstand, but not before Y/N yelled at him to “shut that fucking thing off before I ram it up your ass, Barnes.”

        “It’s really great waking up next to you when you’re screeching in my ear like a bat out of hell,” he said, running a hand over his face.  Wiping the sleep from the corner of his eyes.  “Glare at me any harder and you’ll burn a hole in the side of my head.”

        “One can only hope,” she muttered, closing her eyes and trying to go back to sleep.

        Bucky sighed, folding the cover back as he got out of bed rather than ignoring the alarm and going back to sleep like he wanted to.  Crossing the room and grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from the dresser, pulling them up his legs before snagging yesterday’s jeans from the floor.  Stepping into them and sliding the zipper home, donning the button through the hole before entering the bathroom.  He made quick work of brushing his teeth and washing his face.  Catching Y/N’s reflection in the mirror as she appeared in the doorway.

        She’d snatched his shirt from the bedroom floor.  She’d never worn his clothes before and he didn’t know how that made him feel.  He liked it, sure.  Leaning back against the vanity and folding his arms over his chest.  She matched the action.

        “So you want me to stay but then you’re the one getting ready to leave first thing in the morning?”

        “I have coffee with my mom every morning,” he replied simply.  It was part of the truth, but he wasn’t ready to tell her the rest just yet.  “Would you rather I invite her over here and you have to do the walk of shame with a witness?”

        “It’s only a walk of shame if you regret what you did,” she pointed out.  “I hope you don’t expect me to stay until you get back, because I have shit to do today, Barnes.”

        He didn’t give himself time to second guess his decision.  Taking two long strides so he was in front of her, one hand cupping her face as he commandeered a kiss, the other placed low on her hip.  He could tell she wasn’t expecting it, but matched his ferocity without much prompting.  Her hands placed firmly on his chest, like she wanted to push him away, but instead creeping up to wind themselves in his hair.  His hands sliding down her body, giving her ass a firm squeeze before lifting her off her feet and carrying her back to the bed.

        She groaned softly as he settled between her legs, rough denim against her most delicate parts.  Legs tightening around his waist, his hips grinding down softly.  A delicious moan falling past his lips – one he’d normally be embarrassed of, but didn’t have it in him to shy away.

       One strong forearm kept him propped up, the other enticed her to unwrap her legs from his waist.  His fingers finding her slick heat.  Teasing her clit and earning a moan before sliding home.  They both groaned.  Her teeth clamping down on his bottom lip enough to hurt.  Hands tightening their grip in his hair.  Legs falling open as his fingers worked to draw an orgasm from her.

        He kissed her again.  He really liked kissing her – it was one of the only times she wasn’t arguing with him.  The other time being when she was on her knees blowing him.

        She was close and they both knew it.  He worked his fingers faster, curling back towards himself when he was knuckle deep.  Knowing she couldn’t hold out much longer when he did this.  Her grip loosening in his hair, only to clamp onto his wrist.  Desperate to try and push him away.

        “James...please.  Oh, fuck, please,” she whimpered, so deliriously close she didn’t know what she was saying.  “I’m so close.  So–fuck.”

        He liked her in this state.  Desperate.  Begging.

        “You gonna come for me, hm?”  He asked, voice low.  Mouth dragging over the shell of her ear.  “Be a good girl and come for me, Y/N.  Come all over my fingers.”

        He kissed the corner of her mouth, fingers unrelenting.  Her breath caught in her throat, body resisting the orgasm he coaxed from her, only for her resolve to crumble moments later.  Breathy moans filling his ears, but still, his fingers didn’t stop.

        “JamesJamesJames,” she chanted.

        “That’s it, baby,” he praised, kissing her slowly as she came down from her high.  She whimpered against his mouth as he withdrew his fingers.  He nudged his nose against her own, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away again.  “Stay.  I’ll be back by nine.”

        “I want pancakes for breakfast,” she told him, letting him kiss her once more before he climbed off the bed.  She hummed as she rubbed her legs together, a content smile on her face as she stretched a little and made herself comfortable in the bed again.

        Bucky didn’t argue.  Instead, he popped back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.  Shaving his face and running a comb through his hair.  Finding a shirt and lacing a pair of boots on his feet before heading out, snagging his phone, wallet and keys on the way, and hoping Y/N actually stayed.

        It never took him more than 20 minutes to get to his mothers’ place.  Because of his change in morning events, he arrived closer to quarter-to-eight than just after half-seven like usual. His mother eyed him curiously but didn’t initially pry.

        “You’re late,” she pointed out.

        “I know.  I’m sorry,” he apologised.  “Thanks for taking Theo last night.”

         “I love having him around.  You know that,” she replied.

         “How was he?  Is he mad I’m late?”

        “He knows you’re busy,” she answered.  “I told him you text to say you’d be a few minutes late, and that he should start getting ready without you.  Don’t you dare make me lie to him again, James.”

        “I’m sorry,” he apologised once again.  “It won’t happen again.”

        “Was she worth it?”

        “We agreed we wouldn’t talk about my sex life.”

        “That was before it interfered with you seeing your son, James,” she stonewalled.  He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.  “You told me you were having a couple of drinks with a colleague.”

        “And I did.”

        He felt like a kid again and he hated it.  He hated being reprimanded by his mother, but he hated that she was right.  His son needed to be put first – before everything else.  And usually that wasn’t an issue.  There hadn’t been a time since Theo was born that he’d ever been late to pick him up from his mother’s – Theo’s grandmother’s, – house.  Until now, and he had to make a decision whether or not he told her who the colleague was.  She’d understand the predicament he was in if he told her, but also he wasn’t ready for the lecture that came along with it.

        “Were you with Natasha?”

        “I told you that’s not a thing,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.  “Y/L/N was made Barton’s replacement.”

        “Oh.”

        “Yeah.  We’re pissing everyone off at the house, so she invited me out for a drink so we could try and get along.  One drink turned into a couple and she came home with me.  She drives me fucking crazy, Ma.  I don’t know what I’m doing here again.”

        His mother sighed and lightly patted his face.  She gave him a once over – noting the clenched jaw and creased forehead.  Bucky didn’t like the silence.  He was sure she had her own opinion about the situation he’d found himself in with Y/N once again, but he knew that she was carefully choosing her words.

        “Why don’t I take Theo for the rest of the week, hm?  You can keep picking him up for kindergarten like normal, and have dinner with us on Sunday night, but after shift and kindergarten on Tuesday he goes back home with you, okay?  Just try not to be late again, and if you are for whatever reason, give us a call so you can tell him yourself.”

        Bucky nodded his head, pressing a kiss to his mother’s cheek.  “Thank you, Ma.  I really appreciate it.”

        “Just promise me he won’t get a baby brother or sister in nine months.  Now go make sure he’s got underwear on.  I’ll finish making his lunch.”

        He thanked his mother again before walking down the hall to Theo’s room, deliberately ignoring the comment about a sibling.  Using the secret knock he and Theo had worked out together, only to have the door fly open .02 seconds later.

        “Daddy!”

        Bucky grinned as he bent down to catch the toddler as he tackled him in a hug.  It was the same reaction he got every morning and he’d never grow tired of it.  Holding Theo tightly as the young boy hid his face in his father’s neck.

        “Easy there, Rookie, you almost knocked me over!”  Bucky teased, lightly tickling his sides.  Theo squealed in delight before giving his dad a kiss.  “Sorry I’m a little late today, bud.”

        “It’s okay, daddy!  You’re here now.  You can help me get dressed.”  Theo gave him a big grin, and just like that, all was forgiven.

        Bucky helped Theo finish getting ready.  Making sure his hair was combed, his teeth brushed, and his shoes on the right feet.  Theo grabbed a sweatshirt, but he still wasn’t sure how to use a zipper, so he asked his dad for help.

        “Hey, bud, how’d you like to stay with Grandma for the rest of the week, hm?”

        Theo’s eyes lit up.  “Yes!”

        “Yeah?  That okay with you?”  Bucky asked, wanting to make sure.  He crouched down in front of Theo, his hands on his sides.  Theo nodded his head enthusiastically.  “I’ll still pick you up for kindy each morning, and pick you up after.  I’ll even try to be there for dinner and bedtime, okay?”

        “Okay!”

        “I love you, buddy.  You know that, right?  I love you so much.”

        “I love you too, daddy.”  Theo wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck, and Bucky picked him up to carry him back out to the kitchen.

        “Tears?”  Winnie asked.

        “No, we’re happy this morning,” Bucky replied, graciously accepting the travel mug from his mother and taking a sip of coffee.  “Do I need to bring anything back for him later?”

        “Nothing I can think of,” she said, tucking Theo’s lunchbox into his school bag and zipping it up.  “Arms out, Theo.  Then you boys are good to go.”

       Theo thanked his grandma and said goodbye.  Bucky gave her a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see her later.  Bucky sipped his coffee as he and Theo left and made their way to the subway, ready to head to kindy.  Theo told him all about the things he and grandma were going to do while he stayed with her and it warmed Bucky’s heart knowing he loved his grandma to bits.  

        Theo’s mom wasn’t in the picture.  She hadn’t been apart of Bucky’s life long – just long enough for a condom to break.  Things had ended before either of them knew she was pregnant, and she’d come back into his life a week before she was due to have Theo.  Back then, Bucky had been shocked, and demanded a paternity test once Theo was born.  Sure enough, he was his kid, and once Bucky had him home, his mom had left.

        It had been hard, and Bucky had relied a lot on his own mother’s help.  After the death of her husband and Bucky’s dad, Winnie had felt like a piece of her was missing.  Having Theo come into her life was the best gift the universe could’ve given her, even if she knew her son wasn’t coping.  She did everything she could to help Bucky, and forced him to take a few weeks furlough after breaking down at work so he could figure out how exactly to raise a baby.

        Natasha had been his only friend at the firehouse initially.  She graduated from the academy a few months before him, so she knew what it was like to be the cadet getting the shit jobs.  She was the one who realised something was going on at home which resulted in his sour mood at work, and he’d told her everything.  In a way, both she and Bucky’s mother had been his saving grace.  Keeping him sane and keeping his priorities straight when they saw him struggling.  Offering to help where they could, and eventually he stopped needing their help as much.  Finding a routine with his mom so he could still work, and to this day they stuck to it.

        Why fuck with something that worked?

        Natasha was Aunty Nat and she loved Theo to death.  After Barton died, he was her saving grace.  She ended up crashing at the Barnes’ for a while.  Bucky couldn’t stand to see her so cut up, and she’d been there when he needed help the most.  It was time he paid back the favour.  So he slept on an air mattress on the floor in Theo’s room, and she took his bed.

        Lines got blurred when she stayed over, and they wound up being a little more than friends.  The sex was good.  Bucky gave her the distraction her body craved, and they both made each other happy.  The entire relationship was short-lived, but that didn’t stop Bucky’s mom from wishing that something more would come of their friendship.

        There were only a few people who knew about Bucky’s kid.  Chief Fury knew, because there’d been a couple of incidences in the past that required him to leave work.  Times like Theo being sick and needing to go home, or the time he broke his arm on the jungle gym.  Captain Wilson and Lieutenant Rogers knew because they’d become Bucky’s close friends, but almost no one else knew Bucky had a kid.  He wanted to keep his personal life private, but if they asked him he wouldn’t deny it.  

        They two Barnes boys arrived at Theo’s kindergarten just before half eight.  Sharing a hug and a kiss before Theo waved goodbye to his father and raced inside the school gates so he could play with his friends.  Bucky waved goodbye once he knew he was happy inside before making his way back home.

        Now he just had to figure out the Y/N situation.  One thing was for sure, though; he knew he wasn’t ready to tell her about Theo.  The decision could easily come back and bite him in the ass, but they were just fucking.  There was no point in having a heart to heart, because that wasn’t who either of them were.  As of right now, she was just someone to keep his bed warm.  Someone to fool around with when they weren’t arguing.

        After the way things ended last time...you’d have thought he learnt his lesson by now.

        Bucky sighed as he unlocked his apartment, breathing in the fresh smell of coffee and heading into the kitchen to wash the travel mug his mom had given him.  Pouring himself a cup and leaving his things by the fruit bowl before making his way back down the hall to his room.

        “Where’s my pancakes?”

        Bucky wasn’t expecting Y/N to still be there, if he was being honest.  So finding her still wearing his tee from the day before, reclined back against the wall with pillows behind her and sipping a coffee was a bit of a shock.  A good one, if he was being honest with himself.

        “Do I look like a fucking IHOP?”

[penumbralwoods]

LOOKING AT YOU. INTRODUCE ARIES PERHAP ?

OKAY. PLOPS HIS ASS DOWN.

so for some context. @/queenburd made an AU a while back about TSP. basic concept: when the narrator and stanley exit the game via the escape pod, only stanley makes it out, and the narrator is transported to another copy of the game. the narrator keeps landing in games with super toxic/abusive versions of himself and helping the stanleys get out. also: aries is actually a nickname; this guy still goes by and mostly knows himself as stanley. but there's a lot of stanleys. so i'm gonna continue calling him aries. aries' parable is. rough. his narrator is Very emotionally abusive and manipulative; basically verbally beat the idea that aries is a "broken" version of stanley in until he fully internalized it. "god, why did i get stuck with the only stanley that can't function properly?" etc etc. (also. aries' narrator does not have a name and will never have a name because we have an agreement in place and you all know it.) so. aries himself. he has some weird feelings about his narrator. he hates his guts, wants NOTHING more to get away from him- but he's all he has, and he wishes so, so much that they could just find some sort of middleground, and he keeps trying despite himself to make him happy. at one point aries had half-baked feelings for his narrator and he took advantage by being extremely affectionate... while still insulting aries and calling him a mistake. aries' narrator is obsessed with trying to "fix" him- he honestly believes that stanley is SUPPOSED to be subservient, obedient, and naive, even though WE all know not a single goddamn stanley is like that. so over the many many years, he's worked to essentially break his spirit enough to get him to give up and listen. you know how i always talk about how unhealthy and weird and fucked up my usual pair are? yeah. they're still worse but these guys also fucking suck (though there is very much a clear victim in THIS dynamic) back to aries. he is extremely aggressive and violent and often trashes the entire office just to cause destruction. all of the physical contact with his narrator's model that wasn't aries being manipulated was aries beating the absolute shit out of him. he is so fucking angry all the time. there are lots of other little details about their parable i've thought of (skip button (OBVIOUSLY), zending, etc) but i'll save those for specific posts.

so. when the narrator (going to be calling him atlas from now on to keep from confusion) arrives, aries flat out fucking ignores him. assumes it's some dumbshit his narrator is pulling, flips him off, and walks the other direction. but uh after they get past that. aries doesn't want to leave without his narrator. his narrator's abuse has fostered a pretty strong trauma bond, and despite everything, aries really doesn't want to just leave him behind. it doesn't go well, to say the least, and aries escapes with atlas. this is getting LONG so i'll save the specific post-parable thoughts for another time, but basically: aries doesn't recognize- much less try to fix- how badly his narrator affected him and it leads to a lot of bad habits. the main one being him doing dangerous shit just to prove that he can. he gets injured super often and does not take care of himself properly in general. it also takes him a while to foster any real friendships- he keeps self-sabotaging and ghosting people. i haven't drawn him very much, but may (creator of the AU) has. here's during and post-parable ::)

so. yeah. in summation: was horrifically abused, didn't recognize that what he went through wasn't normal and normal people aren't going to do that to him, and became a huge asshole to everyone including himself for a while. eventually he does go to therapy and makes serious effort to process and get through his shit, though.

[dahliawolfe]

Opal

Teen wolf AU

The door shut with a soft click behind her. She sighed as she made her way up the stairs, getting to work on the buttons of her bells. She threw the door open, not sparing a glance at Scott, before shucking her pants and turning to remove her shirt.

“Shirt me,” she demanded, reaching a hand out.

Scott rolled his eyes and placed one of his well worn t-shirts in his best friend’s hand. “Rough day?” he asked, looking down at his phone, steadfastly trying to ignore the fact that the most beautiful girl in the world, his best friend, was nearly naked in his room.

“That British History was hellish,” Opal sighed, flopping down on the bed with Scott. “I know we need to get you ready for your bio final, but I say, you let me sleep, and then we get pancakes and cram before we drop you off. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s ok. You want some food?”

“I want sleep, Scotty.” Opal tucked her face into the neck of her best friend and flung an arm over his waist.

…

Scott woke up alone, which was just as well, because he was hard as a rock after having Opal pressed against him all night. He had just stuck his hand down his pants when the front door flew open. Yanking his hand back like he’d been burned, he snatched the covers over himself. The smell of Opal wafted up the stairs. Soon enough, she was opening his door, greeting him with a smile. She was in a pair of workout shorts and a bra, and her naturally honey gold skin was slicked with sweat. Her long copper hair was pulled into a braid that hung down her back.

“Hey, Scotty!” she greeted. “I went to get a workout and run in. Give me 5 to shower, and we can head out. Stiles was filling up the Jeep when I ran past, so he should be here soon. Oh, shit,” she hissed. “I don’t have any more shirts. Can I borrow one?” Opal had been keeping a pile of clothes at his house since they were 15. She didn’t have the best home life, and Melissa had a soft spot for the girl.

“Uhh, I’m actually low on laundry, myself,” Scott stated, sitting up.

“Ugh, Scotty, Mel doesn’t live here anymore, so you need to learn to do your own.” Melissa was living with John Stilinski, and they were getting married in the fall. Scott kept the house. Melissa insisted. At 23; Scott, Opal, and Stiles were going into their last year of college at Beacon Hills Community College; and they’d go their own ways soon. And Scott was not ok with that, but he was trying not to think about it. “Ohh, can I wear this?!” she held up his old lacrosse jersey. And Scott nearly growled at the thought of her wearing his name.

“Umm, sure. Yeah, that’s cool.”

“You’re the best! Be right back!” Opal flounced out of his room and to the bathroom next door. Scott only breathed out a sigh when he heard the shower click on.

…

“You’re gonna kick that final’s ass, Scotty!” Opal declared an hour later as they finished up their pancake and test review session.

“Yeah, man. You got this,” Stiles added, not looking up from his phone.

“Dude, she offered to let you go with her,” Opal sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I can’t go to Italy! My dad…”

“Has my mom,” Scott supplied.

“But..But…”

“Stiles, I know that you’re worried about Lydia, but she can take care of herself. And you guys are going to NYU together next year, so a little break will be nice for both of you.”

Stiles sighed and rubbed his temples. “Lydia is going to Oxford.”

“What?!”

He nodded. “She got a late acceptance. So, I’ve decided to just go to UCLA, so I can stay home.”

“Oh, Stiles,” Opal sighed sadly, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Well, hey, you’ve still got us. Let’s kick this summer’s ass! How about a trip to the beach?! We could drive down after Scotty’s exam, be there by night fall, and we could get a room for the night and head home tomorrow morning.”

Scott smiled. “That sounds sick, actually.”

“I don’t…” Stiles began, but Opal held her hand up, cutting him off.

“You’re going.”

…

Scott walked out into the early summer heat and sighed. He was sure he did alright on the exam, but he had struggled. He turned his phone back on to find a text from Opal telling him that she was at the Sheriff’s Department with Stiles and she was waiting for him. He smiled and began to walk.

∞

Opal was perched on the spare desk at the back of the bullpen, arguing with Stiles about which Ghostbusters movie was best, when she heard his voice.

“Opal?” Her head snapped up, midsentence and her eyes made contact with the granite colored eyes of Derek Hale.

“Derek?!” she threw herself off of the desk into his arms, and he didn’t so much as grunt when he caught her.

Derek was hugging her and chuckling quietly under his breath. “It’s good to see you too,” he joked, placing her on her feet.

That was when she noticed for the first time that he was wearing a deputy’s uniform. She raised a brow at him.

“I got tired of the big city, and John offered me a job here.  So, here I am.”

∞

Derek studied Opal. She was definitely not the kid she was when he left Beacon Hills 5 years ago. She had … filled out. She was curvy with defined muscles, thick thighs, wide hips, and an ample chest. And that smile. That smile was still the same. Her fiery hair had been bobbed when Derek left for San Francisco, but it was now nearly down to her hips. Damn, she was beautiful.

“So, you’re staying?!” she exclaimed. Derek laughed again.

“Yup. What are you guys doing for the summer?”

“Oh, well, Stiles is going to be shadowing a journalist at The Beacon. Scotty is going to be working with Deaton. And I am working at the Museum of Local History. For now, I’m a tour guide, but the owner said that if the summer goes well, he might make me the head of research and acquisitions when I graduate!”

Her excitement was contagious. “That’s amazing! I’m sure you’ll impress them.” Derek had mellowed out a lot since the days of chaos in Beacon Hills. And being back here made him feel like he was finally at home.

∞

Scott had worked up a sweat, but the blast of AC that hit him when he opened the front door of the Sheriff’s Department, was a welcomed shock. He paused, his hackles rising, as he smelled another wolf near. That’s when he looked up. Just in time for Opal to exclaim, “Scotty, look, it’s Derek!”

[feymyth]

Tightly Laced

Part I

Fey ran a brush through his tangled hair, keeping it this long was a pain in the ass.

He sighed as it snagged in the back forcing him to grab the sections and brush from the ends upwards. Myth had taught him that, and he would know with his ridiculously long mane. Molten lava is what it always reminded him of.

A smile touched his lips as he thought of Myth. Tonight was ceremonial, they had graduated from the first major chunk of training, four more years, and then another two and they could receive official titles.

He looked up into the mirror, his reflection hadn’t changed much over the past two years. A few more scars but he wore them proudly, especially the one along his chin. His thumb ran over it and he grew quiet, the brush stopping.

“Sina, what are you still doing sitting down?”

Myth’s voice echoed into his tent and Fey jumped, sighing. He had an uncanny way of showing up when he was thinking about him.

“Brushing this fucking hair that is endless.” Fey grumbled, going back to work on it.

Myth showed up in the mirror behind him, dressed in full gear, he looked good, too good and Fey shamelessly looked him over. Tonight his lava locks were silken, half across his breast the rest of it over his shoulder. A sinful smile crept over Fey’s features as he lifted the brush to his hair. Now his mind was getting the best of him.

“Don’t give me that look, we don't have time to fool around before the ceremony. Father is on a warpath tonight. Gimme that brush, Sina. You drink me in and I’ll get these knots out.” His hand made a grabby motion for the brush and Fey handed it off.

“Be – ouch!” Fey gripped the arms of the chair face scrunching up, “you’re so rough.”

Myth grinned like the fiend he was, taking the brush and slowly drawing it through Fey’s hair, giving him sensual eyes, “is that better . . . kitten?”

Fey felt a breath escape him and he nodded slowly getting lost in the movement of Myth’s hands and the brush stroking deep. It took him longer than he liked to regain focus. “You do that on purpose.”

“Do what, Sina?” Myth asked, innocently smiling at the man through the reflection. “Reboot your brain?”

Fey nodded, noting how hot he felt, he tugged at the color to his garb and reached for the glass of wine on the table in front of him. There was no way he could face this ceremony sober. He gulped trying to focus.

“Done, now come on, let me see you. You always miss the top buttons of your vest and I guarantee you didn’t pack a pocket square. Which is why it’s good I’m around because you can have one of mine. It’s even in your signature color.” Myth taunted, taking a few steps back to wait.

Fey rolled his eyes getting to his feet, tugging at his attire to smooth it out, a shake of his head to get his hair to settle since now it was all fluffed out.

Myth wasn’t wrong, he did forget the handkerchief and he had yet to button his vest at the top. It always felt like a collar, choking his breath and he was having a hard enough time as it was breathing.

“I hate these uniforms, I can never breathe in them. Like wearing a damned collar, all I need is a bell.” Fey grumbled, his eyes flicking to Myth knowing full well that the man was smirking from ear to ear at that statement. Instant regrets.

“I can get you a bell, Sina. Is that what you want?” Myth teased, he couldn’t resist when Fey set himself up so well.

Myth took a step forward running hands over Fey’s vest, feeling for the buttons, making sure they were closed, and after glancing around to make sure they were truly alone he tugged Fey closer, so their noses touched.

Fey made a noise as he was tugged closer, resting his forehead lightly against Myth’s. Trying to ignore what the Elezen’s hands were doing to him. The top two buttons forcefully closed causing Fey’s canines to show as he wrinkled his nose.

Myth’s hands smoothed around either side of Fey’s throat, thumbs resting under the miqo’te’s chin, tipping it upwards, giving him a light kiss, his voice heavy, “why do I always want you at the most inopportune moment?”

Fey inhaled eyes growing heavy, there was something about Myth’s scent that always subdued everything in him. He couldn’t help a small nibble at his lover's lips finding a clever quip, “because you know I look better than you in a suit.”

Myth grinned, his hands firmly massaging and stroking back across Fey’s jawline, “Halone give me strength to behave, because I’m half a second away from throwing you on our bed.”

Fey felt a shiver go through him and he pressed forward kissing Myth again, this time it was his turn to latch onto his lover’s lapels, the both of them smashed together. A curtain of molten hair falling around them.

There was a sound of someone clearing their throat at the front of the tent and Myth hummed in annoyance, glancing at the person.

His eyes flashed at Idaline, voice sharp, “couldn’t you have just fucked off for five more minutes?”

The woman gave Myth a look, she was aware of their relationship, “I shooed off as many people as I could but I wasn’t about to tell the commander to ‘fuck off’ as you so eloquently put it.”

Myth’s gaze returned to Fey’s face, and he gave a wistful sigh, kissing the man one more time before peeling away. He gave a few more tugs to Fey for good measure and smiled, “time to face the world.”

Fey was blushing nearly the color of Myth’s hair, he loathed being caught by others. The teasing that followed always made him die on the inside. That and his fear of being transferred to a new regiment.

Romance between officers was frowned upon. Not that anyone was against their type of love but it was pointed out to be a distraction and that was the last thing a commander wanted in his soldiers. 

“The sooner it’s over the sooner we can sneak away.” Fey muttered, following Myth and Idaline out.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⪼ title: the disciplinarian

⪼ pairing: daichi sawamura x f!reader

⪼ wc: 6k

⪼ warnings: nsfw, mdni, Hard Dom/bratty sub dynamic, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, lots of hard spanking, hair pulling, thigh fucking, orgasm denial/edging, oral (m/f receiving), facial, (mild) snowballing, Dom/sub drop, impeccable aftercare

⪼ notes: ever thought about backtalking daichi just to make him mean and feral? i know i sure have. 🪦rip, pussy🪦

⪼ tagging: @briokayama @lanaxians-2 @citrustsuki

You’d been living with Daichi for a few months and while you’d had a couple of minor disagreements, you’d both always handled it in a mature way and communicated like adults who respected and loved each other.

It was easily the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in and your appreciation and gratitude for Daichi’s patience and conflict resolution skills knew no bounds. You were thoroughly in love with him, but lately it felt like he’d been riding your ass about little things. 

Your job had been stressful for the past couple of weeks and Daichi’s shifts kept getting moved around, which had fucked up his circadian rhythm and left him sleep deprived and grouchy.

You had two consecutive days off at the same time - a rare occurrence these days. You’d spent the weekend in bed together, except for the times you got up long enough to get food then become one with the couch together. Going back to work today had been rough on both of you, but at least you had that evening together.

“Hey, babe!” Daichi called out before appearing in the kitchen looking good enough to eat. He was fresh out of the shower, hair still damp and messy, wearing only a pair of sweats with a very visible dick print. “Where is my ju-jutsu kanji shirt?”

“I wore it this weekend, remember?” 

“So it's dirty?” he said, putting his hands on his hips while shifting to the other foot. 

Without moving your head you looked to the side thinking is he seriously gonna do this right now? 

“No, Daichi, I haven’t washed it yet. It’s probably fine for you to wear. I didn’t exactly break a sweat while laying around the house with you.” 

“It’s the principle, babe.” 

“Ohmygod, you’re acting like I'm never gonna wash it! It’s only Monday, Dad. Damn!” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?” he kept his voice low, but his eyes darkened.

“Yeah, because you’re being worrisome and treating me like a child,” you smarted, marching off to gather the shirt in question so you could throw it in the washer to avoid World War III with your bitchy boyfriend.

You heard him call out from the kitchen, “Yeah, because you’re acting like one!”

You came back through, carrying a single t-shirt in your fist before turning on the water in the washing machine and throwing the piece of clothing inside.

“You’re not gonna run the washer for one shirt,” he said, unmoving. It wasn’t a question.

You ignored him and watched the water start filling the tub.

“Did you hear me?” His voice was a little louder this time.

You whipped around and said “So you want me to go ahead and wash all your shit for you, is that it? Hm? I already do most of the cooking anymore; you want me to be your little maid while I’m at it?”

“Watch it, (y/n),” Daichi warned. “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.” He waited a beat to see what you would do. When you let the water keep running he broke the silence. “I said you’re not gonna run the washer for one shirt. Turn it off.”

You crossed your arms and pursed your lips. “You’re not my daddy. You can’t tell me what to do.”

With his big, buff arms folded across his broad chest, he leaned forward, trying to make sure he heard you correctly. “Excuse me? I’m not your what now?”

You looked right at him, your face calm and unfazed. “You’re. Not. My. Daddy.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh, I’m not?”

You stuck your tongue in your cheek and shook your head, still giving him the stink eye. “Nope.”

He pushed off of the wall and started towards you, his movements slow and controlled.

“What are you doing?” you said. You tried to back up, but you were only able to take a couple of steps in the small laundry room before there was nowhere else to go. Your visibly frustrated boyfriend closed in on you, shutting off the washing machine. “Daichi. What are y-” 

Before you could finish, he had you slung over his shoulder, ignoring your protests as he calmly stalked his way back to your shared bedroom. 

“TH’FUCK - PUT ME DOWN NOW, DAICHI!” 

He relented, setting you down on your feet but only long enough for him to sit down on the edge of the bed and bend you over his strong thighs. 

“DAICHI! STOP! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” 

“Showing you who your fucking daddy is,” he answered with a deep, frustrated growl. 

“Daichi. You better fucking not!” You both knew the word and unless one of you uttered it, you knew this was going to continue. 

He yanked your shorts down over the curve of your wiggling ass, taking your panties with them and ripping a few threads in the process. You gasped when he used the same hand to grab a heaping handful of your thick butt, your flesh dimpling under his strong fingertips as he squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. You whined in discomfort until he let up and started gently rolling your ass cheek under his old spiking hand. 

His pinky fingertip came dangerously close to your dampening pussy before he lifted his open hand and brought it down hard across your ass with a loud crack. Your senses sharpened and every muscle in your body tensed as the stinging pain crept across your skin. 

“Owww! Damn it, Daichi, that fucking hurt!” 

“Good,” he growled just before he slapped your bare ass again, making you cry out and sympathize with all the volleyballs he’d ever spiked. 

“D-Dai-” His name died on your lips when his mean, heavy hand slapped across the fat of your ass again. “Fuck, Dai…” you hadn’t meant to moan, but your mouth and body betrayed you. Your panties were beginning to stick to you where they still touched your folds, which were becoming puffier with every strike of Daichi’s firm hand.

Your boyfriend started massaging your raw asscheek again, pulling your crack open to slip his middle and ring fingers down between your slit. 

“Fuck, look at you, babygirl. Getting your panties all wet when I spank you like the little smart-mouthed brat you are. Now…” His cock jumped beneath you; you could feel it pressing against your stomach through the thick fabric of his sweatpants. “...tell me I’m not your daddy.”

You whined a little, still trying to squirm away from him, albeit with much less effort than before. Fuck him for trying to make you submit. As if. 

You turned your head to look up at him, your hair falling across your reddened face. The fierce look in his eyes made you cream your thighs, but damned if you’d announce it. 

Narrowing your eyes, you gritted, “You’re definitely not my daddy,” knowing full well you were poking the beast. But maybe you wanted to. Maybe you wanted to see how far you could push Daichi Sawamura before he snapped. He was always so cool and collected, always keeping everything under control. But you wanted him to lose it. You wanted him to go feral with you. Just a little, at least.

He easily manhandled you until you were face down on your king size bed. You struggled to get out from under him, but your strength was no match for Daichi’s. He was thick with muscle and professionally trained in the art of restraint. With his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress below, he wrapped your hair around his fist, the heat of his breath fanning across your ear. 

Yes, he’s almost there. 

Tightening his grip on your hair he pulled your head back, your mouth hanging open. 

“Say it again,” he groaned, rolling his hips and biting back a moan when his thick cockhead caught on the waistband of his sweats. His hard shaft was splitting your buttcheeks apart as he dragged it between them, but you wanted him to split your pussy open instead. You were panting and whimpering, but he knew you hadn’t yet submitted when you looked over your shoulder at his handsome face, his once warm brown eyes now stern and dark. 

“You’re not my fucking daddy, Daichi…” you hazarded with a smirk, adding a little venom to his name. You’d never pushed him this far before. “My actual daddy doesn't tell me what to do so you certainly don’t,” you sassed. 

You opened your watering eyes to look at him again with a glint of mischief in them and a daring grin telling him to keep going. It was a conscious effort on your part at this point. Your pussy was sopping wet and you were purposely riling him up, silently begging him to own you already. To fuck you like you needed to be fucked by him. Like you deserved to be fucked by him. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” His tone was unfamiliar, a dark blend and balance of cold and commanding. 

He reached between your bodies and pushed the elastic waistband of his sweatpants down to the middle of his thighs. His chubby cock popped out with a heavy slap against his lower abdomen, a string of precum glistening in his black happy trail. As he stroked his length in his fist, his knuckles grazed the sensitive skin of your butt. Poking the thick head of his cock between your legs, he sank his shaft between the apex of your thighs, dragging it up and down your weeping slit. 

“So I guess you don’t want daddy’s cock to stretch your pretty little cunt open then, hm?” You could hear how much you’d provoked him by the way he exhaled a long, ragged breath behind your ear.

He knew you loved it when he talked to you like that, and you knew he was smart enough to use it as a tactic to gain your submission. Having no intention of letting him manipulate you and win so easily you struggled, trying to press yourself down around him, but he was just too bulky and strong. He fucked the space between the fat of your tightly closed thighs, the tip of his hard cock grazing your clit with every slow pump of his hips.

“D-Daichi…”

Daichi furrowed his brow, a deep ache lodging at the base of his spine. Your juices were coating his twitching shaft and he had to fight the urge to bury his cock inside your wet, yielding heat. 

“What is it, baby? Hm?” he groaned, his hot length throbbing between your fleshy thighs. “Use your words, pretty girl. Tell Daddy all about it.”

“You think you’re slick, trying to trick me like that.” You gasped and sighed when he shifted to one side long enough to whip his hand across your asscheek. “You’re not my fucking daddy,” you slurred. But he heard the way you choked on your whimper when he slapped your bare ass again.

Daichi was done talking. He got to his knees and hooked his hands above your hips before jerking your sore ass up into the air. You started to push yourself up onto the palms of your hands in protest, but he quickly shoved your upper body back down to the mattress.

“Your bratty little attitude is old and tired.” You could feel him shifting his weight behind you as he worked his legs out of his pants before dropping them next to the towel he’d used earlier. “You will submit to me. Do you fucking understand me?” You made a pitiful, unintelligible sound. “Answer me!”

Finally. You had him right where you wanted him. 

The pain and pleasure of his fist tugging on your hair shot straight down to your painfully empty core. “Fuck you, Daichi,” you croaked.

The next few seconds were a blur as Daichi yanked and tore your clothes off. Fuck. Yes.

He had you up on your knees with your back pressed against his heaving chest, still gripping your hair with one hand while the other gripped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks in. “No, babygirl…” He shoved your top half back down onto the mattress, “Fuck you.”

His cock filled you up so swiftly and completely that it took your breath away. Daichi made no waste of time and began pounding into you mercilessly. 

Slam! 

His hips slowly pulled away, nice and languid, willing you to feel every vein in his massive cock. 

Slam!

You cried out at the way his cock head pressed through the opening of your cervix with every clap of skin that echoed off the walls of your shared bedroom. 

Slam!

“Daichi! Please!” 

He ignored your pleas, selfishly driving himself balls deep inside you with every fierce thrust of his hips. No regard for your comfort. No regard for your pleasure or your pain. Whether he was making tender love to you or slamming his hips against you, Daichi had always been a thoughtful, attentive lover. But as much as he liked to be in control in all other areas of life, you knew there was a latent urge to do the same in the bedroom. You’d finally managed to bring out the deeper layer of it tonight and fucking hell, was it hot.

You reached back, putting a hand out in a futile attempt to make him ease up, but it backfired. He grabbed that wrist then the other, forcing your torso off the bed as he fucked into you harder than before, using your arms to pull you back into his rough thrusts. 

“Oh fuck, Daichi! Oh god yes!”

Your titties swinging, your eyes rolled back as his unforgiving cock stretched out your tight cunt. A pool of heat had gathered in your womb and your snug pussy began to clench down on him. With every stroke he fucked you closer to your end and when you needed only one or two more drags of his cock, he pulled out and let you fall back down to the mattress. 

You whipped your head around to see him sitting back on his heels, his eyes still full of that dark fury that turned you on to no end.

“D-Daichi? Wh-“

He flipped you over and spun you around. The feeling of his large hands grabbing and squeezing and pulling on your body made you moan. You crawled to him, lifting yourself and holding onto his huge shoulder with one hand and grabbing his face with the other before smashing your lips against his. 

He grabbed you by the back of your neck as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth, quickly dominating yours. You raked your teeth along his tongue, knowing that would drive him up the fucking wall. He growled into your mouth before biting your lip and pulling it between his teeth. You growled back and grabbed a handful of his short, black hair, pulling on it. He easily forced you off him before pushing your head down between his legs.

“Suck it!” your boyfriend demanded, his voice so gravelly you almost didn’t recognize it. 

You rolled your eyes up to look at him and pressed your lips closed in defiance. 

“I said…” he pulled your face closer to his angry cock, using one hand to squeeze your cheeks until your mouth opened. “…suck my dick!”

Truth was you’d always loved sucking Daichi’s cock. Fuck, it was huge and you’d never manage to take all of him but the sounds you could pull from him while trying were nothing short of magical. You wrapped your relatively small hand around his hot girth and licked the vein that ran along the underside of his length before swirling your tongue around his meaty cockhead. You relished the low hum that echoed in his chest above you. 

Daichi’s cock seemed to become ten times more sensitive during blowjobs. He was the only man you’d ever been with whose legs would shake when you got him close to orgasm with your mouth. 

You let him slip between your lips; your flavor mixed with his fresh pre made your mouth water. Daichi moaned, his head falling back as you slowly took his length until the tip touched the back of your throat. Over time, giving your boyfriend head had desensitized your gag reflex. You did your best to swallow around the tip before pulling off him long enough to tease his weeping slit with the tip of your tongue. 

“Oh shit, babygirl! That’s it. You love Daddy’s flavor, don’t you? Lap it up sweeth-fffffuuuuck!” he groaned. 

You’d popped off him and with a hand on each of his majestic ass thighs you pushed yourself up. “I told you. You’re not my daddy,” you rasped, licking your lips. 

Daichi pulled you up to your knees and swung his arm behind you to slap your ass. You cried out, sinking your nails into the musculature of his thighs. Holding onto a handful of your ass with one hand, the other slid between your legs. He slipped two thick fingers inside your aching pussy, cupped his palm against your clit, and finger fucked you. Instantly your slick was running down his fingers, coating his palm and making wet slapping sounds every time it hit your clit. 

Your cries and moans all ran together as he growled into your ear, “You’re gonna suck my cock when I tell you to, brat. You got that?” 

Between his menacing tone and the way he reminded you how much control he really had over you, how easily he could turn you to putty in his hand, you dumbly nodded. “Use your words, baby. Need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes,” you breathed, nearly teetering on the edge again as he bullied your needy cunt with his hand. 

“Yes what?” 

You whimpered. “Y-yes, s-sir mmm-please Daichi. Baby?” 

“I don’t fucking answer to that. You will call me Daddy before I’m finished with you tonight. Now…” Just as your gummy walls began to squeeze around his fingers he abruptly pulled them out and forced you down between his legs again. “…be a good girl and suck my fucking dick!”

You were so turned on, loving this little game you were playing with your man, you eagerly wrapped your lips around Daichi’s girth again. He pulled your hair back and held it in place with his hand as a show of dominance but also so he could watch his wet shaft disappear between your lips. You did as you were told, sucking and slurping and choking on Daichi’s cock like it was your last fucking meal. 

“Good fucking girl. That’s it, baby, just like that. Fuck.” 

He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The pressure behind his heavy balls was too much. You pulled off his cock, and with your hand still tugging on his length you started flicking the tip of your tongue along the line in his ballsac. 

Daichi’s head fell back, his lust-blown brown eyes sliding shut again, groaning at the new pleasure shooting up from the base of his spine. You dragged your tongue up and applied pressure to the point where his sac met the base of his shaft, your hand still busy rubbing his throbbing cockhead. 

Daichi’s legs began to tremble and you knew he was about to cum. You took his cock in your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him hard and fast. He tightened his grip in your hair, swearing, thighs shaking, fucking the head of his cock into your throat - all the signs that he was too far gone. 

“Fuckgonnacumbaby,” he breathed, pulling you off his cock and jerking himself the rest of the way off. 

With your eyes still closed you wondered why he would deny his own orgasm. That was until you felt the first release of his warm, creamy semen land on your face, then another, and he just kept cumming. Daichi had always blown the biggest, thickest loads. When the last of his cum dripped into your open mouth, he smeared the head of his spent cock around your lips as you tried to lick it clean. 

“Damn, sweetheart,” his fist still in your hair, “you look cute as hell with my seed all over your face.” He watched as it dripped down to your naked breasts, your eyes closed tight to keep the cum out. “Fucking beautiful,” he said, panting. He reached over and grabbed the towel he’d dried off with after his shower and began to carefully wipe the mess he’d made, starting with your eyelids. “There you go, got most of it,” he said, tossing the towel somewhere behind him. 

A giggle bubbled out of your lips as you slowly opened your eyes. “Damn, baby, you give one hell of a facial.” 

Daichi smirked, scooping up a dollop of his cum with his thumb and pushing it inside your mouth. “I told you I don’t answer to that,” he said, kissing you before you had a chance to swallow, a small reward for being such a good sport.

He knew how much it turned you on to swirl your cum-coated tongue around his and he didn’t mind. He’d be lying if he said tasting himself on your tongue wasn’t hot as fuck. 

He laid you down on your back, slotting himself between your soft, creamy thighs. You could only briefly enjoy the friction of his soft cock against your clit before his kisses descended along your neck - stopping for a moment to suck a bruise next to your jugular, making you rub your open legs along his sides. 

He slid lower down your body, tufts of his black hair sticking out between your fingers as you breathed his name. He kissed your nipples before taking turns sucking on them and squishing the fatty tissue of your breasts between his fingers. Occasionally he dragged one of your taut nipples between his teeth, peppering the soft tenderness of his lips and tongue with little nips and harmless bites. 

Down, down he went until you could finally feel the heat of his breath on your clit. Daichi ate pussy like no one else could. You were practically lifting your hips off the bed in anticipation. The pressure of his wet lips on your desperate clit nearly pushed you over the edge. You squirmed beneath him, willing him to devour you already; to make you cum in his mouth like he’d done countless times before. Your boyfriend licked and sucked at your labia, intentionally avoiding your clit. He slipped his fingers inside you, slowly dragging them along your sticky walls and right away could feel how close you were to cumming. 

He chuckled, knowing he had you precisely where he wanted you: on the razor’s edge. He’d only been eating you out for about 2 minutes when your walls closed in around his fingers, sucking them in as if trying to prevent their escape. But once again, Daichi withdrew, leaving you clenching around nothing. You wanted to pull your fucking hair out. 

“Daiiichiiii! Damn iiiiit!” Tears pricked at the outer corners of your eyes. You’d lost count of how many times he’d brought you right to the precipice only to yank you back to solid ground. 

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” he teased, pushing himself onto his knees, his cock half hard again. 

You were starting to get mad; genuinely angry at your man for torturing you like this. You knew his fucking game from the start and you had no intention of letting him win. 

However, as the saying goes, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. 

You were nearly in physical pain from the need to cum. Primal instinct was beginning to win out over false pride. Your urge had gone beyond desire and had crossed the line into agonizing need. You didn’t want Daichi’s fat cock buried deep inside you - you desperately needed it. You needed to feel the drag of his hard shaft along your swollen walls, the friction of his pelvis against your throbbing, puffy clit. Hell, at this point he could probably blow on it and make you cum. 

“Daichi, stop,” you said pitifully. 

“I did stop.”

“You know what I mean. I need…” you trailed off, your ego in the throes of death. 

“What is it, baby? Hm?” He caressed your naked leg, the warmth of his touch driving you wild. “Tell me what you need.”

The first tear streaked across your temple. “Need you. Make m’cum, Dai,” you whimpered. 

You would never know the amount of willpower it took for him to not plow into you right then and there. He leaned down, pushing your hair back from your forehead and kissing it before kissing the tear away from your face. 

“Shh…it’s okay, babygirl. I’ve got you. All you have to do is accept that I’m your daddy and I’ll give you everything you ever wanted.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your breasts. “No.”

You were flipped onto your belly again with Daichi’s powerful thighs straddling your plushy ones. His heavy hand, calloused from years of ball spiking, came from the side and slapped your ass like he was trying to hit it over a net. You wailed. That was the worst one yet. Your ass was raw from the earlier spankings, but the numbness had worn off. 

“Daiiii! Fuuuck that fucking hurts!” you sobbed. 

Behind you, your lover’s eyes widened with worry. “Color?”

“Green.” You were crying, but you’d spoken clearly. 

“You sure are obstinate for a little girl that needs to cum so badly.” Daichi’s hand landed on the curve of your ass with a crack, making you scream out for him. “Only good girls who beg for their daddy’s cock get to cum.”

He kneaded your flesh with his big, strong hands, assuaging some of the stinging pain. He reached down and lined his full erection up with your winking pussy. Jesus Christ, he was so fucking turned on that even though he’d just cum a few minutes ago he knew he wasn’t going to last long seeing you like this, your poor little pussy trying to suck him in as you cried for him to let you cum. 

He pushed himself through your ring of flesh, both of you moaning in unison, but he only got a couple of inches in before pulling back out. 

“Daichi, no! Please!” You squealed in frustration. 

“What did I just say, bratty girl? Beg for your daddy’s cock and I’ll let you cum all over it.”

Shit, he was fucking ruthless. He pushed the fat head of his cock right up to your entrance, holding himself there with just the right amount of pressure against your cunt. 

“Damn it, Daichi! Fuck, you’re so mean!”

He leaned down on top of you, his hard barrel of a chest pressing against you, the small patch of hair above his pecs tickling your back.

“You haven’t seen mean, babygirl. I fucking promise.” He was so hard, his length grinding along your buttcrack as his breath dusted your ear. “I love you more than anything and I’m willing to give my babygirl the whole fucking world. All I need from you is to call. me. Daddy.”

“Oh god…” you felt the last thread of your dignity snap. “I- I need to cum so fucking bad,” you cried. “Please? Please let me cum on your cock, Daddy?”

Daichi was up, forcing you onto your back and shoving his cock all the way inside you in the blink of an eye.

“Anything for my babygirl,” he promised, pressing your thighs back until your knees almost touched your ears. You were caged between his arms, begging him nonstop as he pounded into you from above. 

“Yes, Daddy, fuck me! I’ve been such a bad girl n m’so sorry!”

Daichi felt your walls closing in hard and fast. “Fuck, babygirl, you’re crushing Daddy’s cock. You’re gonna cum for me when I tell you to.”

The pressure that was rising inside you was unlike anything you’d ever felt. “God yes, Daddy! Gonna cum all over your fat cock!” you said through gritted teeth. 

Daichi watched as his cock pistoned in and out of your creamy pussy, your knees hooked around his elbows as his wet hips clapped against your butt. He was dangerously close to busting his nut. 

“That’s my girl. Let go, baby. Cum for Daddy…NOW!”

You threw your head back, back arching, eyelids fluttering as the massively tight coil inside you finally snapped. It felt like you were peeing but you’d been tossed over the edge so hard and deep you didn’t give a single fuck as your liquid splattered across Daichi’s flexing abs. 

“Ohshitbabygirl! So fucking hot, I can’t- I’m gonna-!” Daichi’s hips stuttered. “-nnfffuck!” He buried himself balls deep, still rutting into you when a pang of searing heat shot from the base of his spine and through a singular point of exit. His thick, white cream spilled inside you and began to leak from the snug rim of your used cunt. He lowered your weakened legs back down beside him and slotted his lips with yours, kissing you with a gentle passion. 

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked quietly. 

You weren’t expecting the tears that seemed to well up from nowhere. You quickly covered your eyes and nodded. 

“Whoa, hey…” 

Daichi’s deep voice softened as he rolled off of you before pulling you on top of him where you curled into the safety and security of his strong arms. He rubbed your back and talked you through the rush of emotions that inevitably hit after such intense play. You’d never cried after a scene before, but this was the most immersive one you’d experienced so far. 

“Baby, listen to me. You’re safe. I love you with my whole heart and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” 

Your Dom’s aftercare was exquisite and you needed it now more than ever before. Guilt loomed on the fringes of his heart knowing he’d done this to you. It was just as reassuring to Daichi to say these things out loud as it was for you to hear them. 

“You are a beautiful, intelligent woman who has all my respect and adoration. I will always protect you no matter what, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded against his chest. He held you like that until you stopped shaking. You’d stopped crying, but your arm was still fastened around Daichi’s neck, not wanting to let go.

Daichi kissed the top of your head and murmured, “Baby, I need to get us both some water. If you wanna stay here, let me know; otherwise, I’m gonna need to lay you down for a few seconds so I can pick you up and carry you.”

You answered with a meek “k” before Daichi gently let you go long enough to slip his sweats back on and wrap you up in a blanket. He hoisted you up bridal style, your arms urgently wrapping around his neck again. Your hold on him was tight, afraid to let go even though he kept assuring you he would never let you fall. He grabbed a glass and pushed it against the water dispenser in the freezer door. Once filled, he had to sit you down on the countertop so he could hand it to you. But he stayed right in front of you, rubbing your legs while you guzzled half the water down.

“Thirsty, hm?”

“Yeah,” you said, passing the glass to him.

He downed the other half in 3 swallows then shoved it back under the dispenser for more. You both finished that glass and he got some more before asking you to carry it so he could carry you back to your ensuite master bathroom.

Daichi set you down on the edge of the tub with the glass of cool water in your hands while he drew a warm bath.

“Listen, baby, it might sting when you first get in, but only for a few seconds, alright?”

You nodded and when the bath was ready, Daichi helped you stand up and made sure you were steady on your feet as you let the blanket fall away.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Daichi buried his face in his hands when he saw your bottom. “I’m so sorry. Shit.”

You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair before pulling his head against your belly. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay. I wanted this. You didn’t do anything wrong, Daichi.”

He dragged his hands down his face and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hugging your body close.

“I think I underestimated my own strength though. I didn’t mean to leave such nasty marks on you, babe.”

Still stroking his hair, you smirked down at him. “At least we both know you could still spike the fuck out of a volleyball.”

He shook his head. “Don’t even joke about that right now. I feel awful about this.”

“Daichi, look at me.”

“You haven’t seen what I did to you.”

“I don’t have to see it, Dai. You didn’t do anything to me I didn’t want you to do. I still trust you with my life, baby.”

Daichi wordlessly stood up and guided you to the mirror, turning you around so you could see your butt. It did look worse than you thought it would, but it was still fresh and you knew you’d heal from it quickly.

“Well, damn.” You took a deep breath and exhaled, watching Daichi’s shoulders slump in the reflection as he held the bridge of his nose. “Guess you’ll just have to kiss my ass for the next few days until it gets better.”

Daichi’s shoulders began to shake, which you knew all too well meant he was laughing. Sure enough, he dropped his hand from his face to reveal his huge smile.

“I fucking love you, (y/n), you know that?”

“I fucking love you too, Daichi. I think I always will.” You pulled him down into a kiss.

“Maybe next time you should do it in uniform,” you said, biting your lip. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? You think you’d like that?”

You gave him a slow nod as your fingers walked their way up from his abs to his chest. “Don’t forget your handcuffs…”

His half-lidded eyes darkened a little again as a crooked, mischievous grin formed on his handsome face. “Careful what you wish for, babe…”

Your conversation continued as you bathed each other, occasionally kissing and checking in with one another.

When you were done, Daichi got out of the bath and quickly dried off before helping you out. He dried you off before sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to bed.

He laid you down before sliding in next to you and gently applying lotion to your bottom. You were almost asleep when he laid down behind you, pulling you close with his chest against your back and his arm wrapped around you.

“I love you more than anything, baby,” he whispered, his lips pressing a sweet kiss behind your ear as your legs tangled with his.

“Mmm…” you smiled and intertwined your smaller fingers with his. “I love you endlessly…Daddy.”

“Careful,” he warned.

With a smile and a sigh you melted into his warm, protective embrace.

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A Piece of His Heart.

summary: Bucky has been struggling with himself for a few months now but never reaches out for help. In order to confront him, you lock him in the lab but only to find out it was on lockdown for a reason and you're now stuck to quarantine with him

Content: angst, Bucky has demons, sex! pollen, 18+ minors DNI, dubcon, rough!sex, Bucky is somehow soft but rough, breeding k!nk (due to the nature of the pollen)

Paring: TFAWS!Bucky x partner!female reader

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a/n: I'm back baby!!! It's been so long since I have written for Bucky, It feels great to get back to my roots 😭

Bucky nervously chews at his bottom lip, eyes glancing over the entrance of the lab over and over again. Tethering the line of pure terror and adrenaline but for his undoubted loyalty, still contemplating going in.

Claiming that you desperately need his help and to meet you Stark tower for some kind of lab project. Which was fine, except he still couldn't find the courage to face Pepper, even after all this time. Therapy was working, helping find himself in this world of endless possibilities but with a one hundred year history of murder, guilt still poisons his heart.

Even though he hasn't directly wronged Tony Stark's widow, he might as well have. What he did was something he didn't expect forgiveness for. Just the sight of her or little Morgan is enough to send him into a long pit of despair. Often plagued with old flashbacks and visions that make him sick to his stomach, it takes weeks to come back from.

"Bucky?" He catches the attention of a familiar agent. A pretty woman, but Bucky never really took notice. Without realizing it, the brunette smiles at him, "She is waiting for you in there, she told me to keep an eye out."

The brunette is small but carries herself with a certain fire. It makes the white wolf smile, an almost identical attitude of an old friend; Agent Carter. "I know."

"Don't you wish to see her? She is your partner after all."

"Well yes but she has been asking for things I don't want to talk about. She's a pain in my ass." Bucky cracks a smile, chuckling under his breath at the joke. "You go ahead, I'll be in."

"Oh, she gave orders that no one but you are to enter."

The words cause Bucky to tense, he knows he's been ignoring you but didn't expect this to be the counterpart. He nods unsurely as the agent gives a sorry, closed lip smile before continuing her decent down the hall.

Now Bucky finds himself doubtful, even more uncertain at the fear of facing you. No doubt from the fact he's been ignoring you for weeks now.

It's not because he doesn't like you - quite the opposite in fact. While he cannot pin point the exact moment but somewhere in his very convoluted, cloudy memory, you had managed to invade it. Whenever he would think of the past, close his eyes and see the faces that make him wonder why he is living, you resurface in a way that makes him want to strive for more. Be better, try and find a way to make amends, atone for his sins. There is no other way to describe it except you have a certain quality that makes him want to be better, pour his heart and soul away but if he does that, there is no doubt you would hate him forever.

"C'mon Buck," He talks under his breath, staring at the finger pad to open the door, "Be a man."

He knows you're behind that door, alone and no doubt face etched with that look of disappointment. Not at the fact that he hadn't been answering you - but why. Sometimes he believes you know him better than himself. Knows all his sins, everything that makes him the winter soldier but the thought of speaking of it, letting you into his heart and mind, will guarantee you'll leave. See him as the monster he is.

That's why the relationship never wandered past partners, even though the feelings were there. Bucky was too sucked into a pool of wickedness, practically drowning and he wasn't going to bring you with him.

Bucky looks at the red, restricted sign hung up on the door and scoffed at the lengths you will go. Finally he presses the button with a sigh. As he enters the lab, he looks around the corner and not surprisingly sees that exact look he was trying to avoid - anger and hurt swirling in your eyes but with annoyed arms crossing over your chest.

"Don't say it, you don't have to say it." Bucky starts as the door closes shut behind him.

"Yes I do! It's been three weeks, I haven't heard from you in three weeks!" Bucky sighs leaning against the lab table. Fingers gripping the edge of the steel as fingers white knuckle in frustration.

"Well I am here, I am fine." The way your eyes narrow and the scoff makes his throat dry but he tries to lighten the tension, "Just needed some time."

"Time for what?"

The question makes Bucky tense and fall silent. No matter how much you care, how much you love Bucky, he will never let you in. Something that is hard to overcome, the fact that Bucky would never trust you enough to confide in you.

The problem being that, point and simple, you love him. You want to share his pain, want to understand what is going on inside his mind, help him with the demons that haunt him so often. But all Bucky does is push you away and it feels as if the distance is too far to fix.

There's only so much of your heart to lay before Buck, so many times he can ignore it.

"Are you ever going to trust me?"

"I do trust you. There is not another person I trust more than you and Sam, you're my partner." Bucky stands and towers over you, his hand reaches out to cup your own. No man is more confusing than Bucky Barnes, he so perfectly gives you just enough to hold you there. His gentle touches are loving and kind while the way he guards his heart, feels anything but.

"But not enough to let me help you?"

"I don't need help, I don't want your help. I just needed time to think. I'm better now, everything is fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"Tell me," It's one last plea, "I want to help you."

Bucky falls silent once again, nervously chewing on his bottom lip as those steel eyes beg you to stop. Without another word, you walk past Bucky, and press the button of the door over and over again but it stays locked shut.

"Shit," You mumble under your breath as the screen above the door lights instantly. As Pepper appears on the screen, Bucky's eyes drop to the floor as his heart stops in his chest. "Pepper, the door is stuck."

"It's not stuck, it's locked. I can't let you out, honey." She looks at the screen apologetically as your eyebrows press closer in confusion.

"What are you talking about -."

"There was a sign on the door, that lab was restricted for a reason." Bucky looks up at the screen in a panic as Pepper continues to speak, "Thor found the plant on his last mission, we haven't found any characteristics yet. You have to stay there to be quarantined. The whole floor is blocked off, I'm sorry, we can't take chances if -."

She doesn't continue, only looks down at her fingers, "Someone will slide meals in through the door at the end of the hall but they will be in full PPE. There is a break room with a bed and you'll have to use the bathroom there, there is a shower in there. I'm sorry."

"You're telling me, me and Bucky are stuck in here with some kind of alien plant?"

***

The first hour is spent in silence, the lab door did open as promised but all other doors leading off the floor were locked tight. Neither Bucky or you had tried to speak, both too stubborn to try.

After pacing the lab for what seemed like hours, Bucky finally broke the silence. "Can you sit down for two seconds? you're giving me anxiety.".

It's something of a nervous tic he's developed, chewing on his nails as his words are muffled. "Sit down."

"Shut up, Buck." You huff, jumping up onto the table across the room from him, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm here because of you!"

Bucky's eyes warn you, mouth falling agape as his eyebrows furrow in anger, "Me?! You made me come here! You cannot pin this on me."

"Well I am!"

"Real mature." Bucky rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. Silence falls between both of you as neither dare to look away from each other.

Bucky's eyes quickly soften at the frustrated look bewildered across your features, lips pulled into a slight pout, hair frizzy and messy from stressfully tugging at the ends.

He squeezes his eyes shut before speaking, "Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. Everything is happening so fast and we're both under a lot of stress. We should -."

But just like that, he falls silent. Clearing his throat and rubbing the soreness away. Instantly, you perk up, leaning forward to ask, "What is it?"

"I-um, don't know, my throat and my skin feels hot." Bucky murmured as the air filled with a thick layer of heat. Almost as he says it, you feel the same symptoms.

But what both of you don't expect is the raging, uncomfortable arousal that pools inside your bellies. And just like that, the need for each other is the only thing that matters.

"Bucky." You speak lowly, the tone is enough to send a shiver down his spine. Eyes following your every move like a wolf stalking its prey. Silent and meaningful as he extends his arm to press the pads of his metal appendages against your cheek.

The touch sends a cooling sensation but also creates an endless flame that burns deep inside your gut. Bucky also feels the effects of the touch and feels desire pool in the pit of his stomach. At close proximity, feeling your breath fan against his chin as his nose nudges your own.

The heat of his skin makes your legs feel weak, his flesh hand cups the underside of your jaw. Both so intoxicated with one another, put under a spell of the hormones that plant releases from its pores but it can't be all blamed on the forgein object - as both know in their hearts they wanted to be this way.

Then again, under normal circumstances he wouldn't agree to this. Too sharp and disciplined to let his heart overrule his thought process but the increase of serotonin clouds his judgement, makes it feel incredibly good to touch your skin. He's pressing closer and closer but before he can close the distance - you stop him, "Don't do this, you don't want to, it must be the -."

He doesn't allow you to finish the sentence but instead kisses you so gently, it takes every ounce of air from your lungs. Heart beating faster and faster as his tongue slips past your own, surprisingly skillful as he uses his fingers to tilt your head and all you could think about is how his lips move, soft and tender like rose petals.

The intimacy of the moment makes your head spin as if he was spilling away all the words he meant to say earlier into this one kiss. Chest to chest as bodies press together and heavy breathing seemed to fall into a mismatched pattern. The soft blow of his breath against your cheek but what really made electricity run up the surface of your back was the thick line of his erection against the underside of your hip.

A wave of heat warms your skin as a gush of wetness makes you squeeze your thighs together - no doubt another side effect of the plant. Just like that, he had managed to invade all of your senses - goosebumps rippling through your skin as your heart pounds against your skin, "Bucky."

You really try to stop but he shushes you with another kiss, guiding you across the room as cool fingers press against the hem of your suit, slowly opening the zipper and only pausing as the center of your back presses against the lip of the lab table.

Bucky pulls away, just a moment to catch his breath but notices the soft, blush pink that fills the whiteness of your eyes. The sclera stripped completely of its normal color, which otherwise would be concerning, but the noticeable smell of your arousal quickly overrides the thought. Bucky feels his heart jump at the look of you, the love and admiration behind them as you're the one to press your lips against his own.

Bucky pulls away for a second, eye fluttering closed as his nose bumps your own. He takes a deep breath and once realizes what he was doing your fingers reach out to feel the taunt muscles above his shirt. He speaks lowly, "You smell so good, sweetheart."

But then again, the plant had also modified his scent to some degree. It's the same earthy tones of mint and a rainy morning but there's something hidden, a hint of cinnamon. Something along the lines of sweet and sugary.

Just the thought alone, sends another wave of fatigue and hotness but also so wet, you swear it's leaking down your pants. "It hurts, I -,"

He presses his lips against your forehead, his other hand continuing it's task of taking off your clothing, "I know, baby."

If the nickname wasn't enough to cause your heart to soar, Bucky finally manages to get the zipper down to your belly button. A flesh hand that slips past the collar and cup one of your breast, fingering a touch to your nipple. Just the fact, he's touching you there, makes your eyes close with pleasure, mewing quietly.

Without warning he lifts you onto the table until your back hits the cool surface. Using his torso to part your thighs, feeling the heat from between your legs, laying a flat hand against the apex of your quads.

Beads of sweat form against his hairline, throat drying as he pushes the thick material of the suit down and past your shoulders to reveal the soft, plump breasts. He looks at you unsurely but pads at your breasts, supple and as soft as velvet. Bucky pinches the pert nipple experimentally and watches as you arch your back in response.

"Bucky I can't - it hurts."

He presses a soft kiss against the corner of your lips as his hips tut into your inner thigh, the sounds coming from you are enough to have him throbbing. "I know, I know." Bucky coos softly, "Gonna make it all better, sweetheart, I have to open you up first.".

He uses the table of his advantage, no longer holding you but allowing the table to bare the weight. He uses both hands to shimmy the suit off, throwing it somewhere across the room before peeling the last piece of fabric that separates him from your slick hearth.

It's nearly primal, the way his tongue slips past his lips to taste the thick column of skin on your neck. Feels the racing pulse underneath the flesh as he nips on the skin, eyes lashes fluttering against your cheek as your body begins to shake. Moans vibrate against his tongue, feeling exactly what he's doing to you at the moment. Open mouth kisses pressing along the surface of your chest, nipping and sucking, hell bent on leaving the marks of his love.

Once following a trail down the valley of your breasts, he takes the pert nipple into his mouth and is unknowingly harsh. Teeth grazing over the aching bud but not enough to hurt; but just enough pressure to know, he could hurt you if he wanted to.

The metal appendages of his hand ghosting over your lips, tracing out the plump bottom lip before cupping your throat, feeling the pulse race underneath the vibranium.

Shuddering as the pads of his fingers press against the hood of your clit, the small bump causing it to throb instantly. Crying out as you beg for him to relieve this pain.

The way you peer up at him, face blotched with darker marks from where his hands lie, wild eyes and messy hair spread across the table that supports both of you makes his cock twitch. The metal thumb runs along the underside of your jaw, feeling the strong structure as he pinches your chin between his fingers to meet those steel blue eyes.

If you weren't so filled with want, maybe you would also see the lack of white in Bucky's eyes, the baby pink color taking its place but his words deny you that, "Open your mouth for me, honey."

As if you could fight the instinct to obey, you do exactly that, parting lips until the wetness smears your lower lip. Bucky looks nervous, shifting against you but his hooded eyes don't let him see past anything but you. You don't miss the gulp as the words leave his mouth, "Good girl."

The pad of his false thumb presses against the fat of your tongue and lips close around it and suck. The appendage is cold, but under these circumstances you welcome it with hopes of relieving the heat, eyes watering as you press your hips up against bulge in his pants.

Bucky can't help but hum in appreciation at how pretty you look like this and finally his fingers smear across the surface of your sex to collect the slick there. It's not like he even has to feel to know how wet you are, the heavy scent of your arousal fills the air.

The sight of the bare skin makes his stomach flip in anticipation, arousal smearing the inside of your thighs and the fabric of his pants. The room has grown unbearably hot, matching the hunger you feel for one another.

As long, smooth fingers spread across the button of your clit, you cry out. They continue to your hole and gather the juices of your arousal. While the teasing is unintentional, your body is buzzing - aching with the want of release but without wasting any other time he breaks the barrier and fingers fill you until they can't move any further. Inch by inch until your back arches from the table with a loud whine, thighs snapping together around his arm at the sudden intrusion.

Two fingers move, scissoring against the velvet walls as your eyes roll back into your heat, dizzy for it. The evidence of your wetness lubricating his fingers, coating them and making the next thrust of his wrist more impactful. He's hitting the spongy deep spot with every movement, parts you never thought a person could reach and you squeal.

Bucky groans, relishing how you sound just like imagined you would. Pulling hips down harder to meet the brutal pace of his fingers that leave you, just to come back stronger. Shockwaves rippling through your skin as those cloudy blue eyes never leave your own.

There's no other way to describe it other then earth-shattering as the heat builds inside your stomach. Bucky is so caught up in your pretty sounds, the way you call his name with a cry that he doesn't realize the way his hips press against your inner thigh. Dry fucking himself to the fact he's milking you for everything you got.

The planet clearly infected him as well, the proof being the different spots of pre cum that pattern his dark pants. The long finger never stop - filling you over and over again as soon as they leave. Flesh fingers curling deep inside and massage the deepest part of you, so deep that your fingers wrap around his wrist to stop the brutal pace but metal fingers find your forearm and press a warning squeeze against it. While you're fully expecting him to push the hand that keeps him from what he needs most, he brings the hand to feel the racing heart beat underneath the layers of his jacket and shirt.

Just like that - time slows, feeling every inch of his fingers as your pussy clamps down on his fingers and vision fades to black as you cum around his fingers. Heavy breaths to try to make up for the lack of breathing as you feel the line of his nose move across your jaw and a soft kiss against your chin but he's twitching against your thigh.

No doubt, painfully hard. The hormones affect him in the same way but he doesn't show it, instead takes care of your own needs instead of his own. Your fingers the jacket and shirt up and over his head as your lips reconnect with his own. Hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt and pull it off. Shaky fingers meet your own, helping to push the rest of his clothing off.

He doesn't offer a warning as the bulbas head of his cock catches your folds, running through the wetness, once, then twice before the feeling of his heavy cock begins to stretch you open. The burn of trying to adjust to its size is something of a delicious pain and you can't help the shriek that rips through your swollen lips.

The velvety-like walls practically suck his prick whole, he feels every inch of your pussy taking him as much as you could. He tries to push the rest of his length, greedy for more but the whimper that falls from your lips pauses his hips. Two fingers tease the bundle of nerve in slow, circular motions as he nudges just a little further until he's nestled so deep in your sopping cunt, you feel him in your stomach.

The feeling of being so full, you're lightheaded. So full of Bucky that the heat inside the pit of your stomach feels like it will combust at any moment - heart pounding so hard, you swear you hear it in your ears.

Blown pupils never leave the sight of where you connect and give an experimental trust. The sounds that fall from you are enough to keep him going as your cunt clenches around him.

"So good," it's gasped under his breath, Bucky's eyes squeezing close at the feeling.

Hips move rhythmically, faster and faster as the sound of your juices cause his head to spin. Never did Bucky think he would be here, buried inside while you beg for more and more. He can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into your silky opening. The sounds of the room are ones of Bucky's moans and your squeals, followed by skin against skin and the squelches of your arousal. It's everywhere, dripping between both of you, smearing his navel and dripping to the table.

Skin grows warmer and warmer every time he hits that spot that makes your vision blur, words seem to get further and further.

"Take it so good -," Bucky can't even form coherent sentences anymore. Pupils full blown as he chases his own high - thighs starting to shake under the pressure of your hot, tight hole.

Suddenly your body erupts with pleasure - tingling from your fingers to your toes as the familiar feeling of an orgasm makes eyes water in relief. Every push of his hips are deep and rough, as his member twitches inside of you.

Only moments later, your back arches from the table, somehow pushing him deeper inside of you as a sob falls from between your lips. A hand lays across your navel to push down on where he bulges in your stomach. Lazily rubbing two fingers against your clit as he continues to fuck you senseless.

Half crescents form under the fury of his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as he keeps himself up right.

His eyes meet your own, watching as you fall apart in front of him. Fire pooling low in both of your abdomens as Bucky feels his own release coming soon. Lips darkened and wet with saliva as incoherent profanities and words fall from them.

You don't have to say a word the way your nails dig into his bicep is enough to spill blood - but tells him all he needs to know as he groans against your lips, balls tightening to prepare to feed your hungry pussy.

The orgasm is mind shattering - throat drying as you're unable to form any other words. Clenching around him so hard that his hips stutter but he continues to drive his cock so deep inside that your legs shake and give out.

Bucky's body shakes as he hits a spot so deep and explodes. His climax comes quickly, white ropes of cum filling you to the brink, but there's so much he's forced to pull out, the ribbons of cum make a mess of your stomach and his own.

With heavy breathing, chest expanding with a slight burn Bucky falls next to you with a huff. With sudden relief from the orgasm only moments ago, your mind begins to clear. The reality of the situation setting in as you look at Bucky in complete terror.

"Buck?" He only groans, eyes squeezing shut and you know exactly why as his erection presses against you; still hard.

But once again a wave of heat makes it impossible to move, squeezing your thighs together as another wave of wetness takes its toll. Bucky's fingers press against the soft skin of your ass, cupping the ample flesh as he grinds his hips against you.

Despite your body betraying you by pushing back into his twitching cock, something screams to get out of the lab but Bucky's presence invades all your senses, all you can think about as the head of his cock finds your folds again, "Wait, Buck -."

He's half way inside of you, hands pushing down on the surface of your hip bones with a growl to keep you underneath him. His cum spears across both of your stomachs as he fills you once again, "Be a good girl."

He's so lost in his mind - drunk on the chemicals that fill the lab, seeping from the stem of the planet tucked away in the corner. With the brutal intrusion, your head rolls back to hit the surface of the table with a groan.

It's affecting you, but not as much as Bucky as the bewilderment makes his body shake as his hot breath fans your face.

Drowning in pleasure as you press your lips against his own. A bruising kiss he can't deny as he moans at the feeling of your nails in his short hair, rolling his hips against your own with a huff. You use this time to deepen the kiss, using all the strength you could maneuver to push on his chest and separate him from you.

You know in order to escape from the room, you must out smart the former assassin. As soon as he slips from your hole, a brutal elbow to his jaw temporarily stuns as he wipes the blood the corner of his lips.

Without a second to spare you take this time to dodge the brunette's hand that reaches out and pushe past him. The door is only inches away, arm extending to press the button but it's cut short as he pushes you against the cold metal.

"Buck -." Trying to bring the man back to sound mind but he only presses his face into your neck, blood from his nose smearing against the skin of your neck.

"Want you again, honey."

It's like nothing else matters other than the sweet nectar of your pussy, then the insatiable feeling of cumming deep inside of you. "Gonna bred this little -,"

"Bucky, it's the plant. Listen to me, we need to get out. You can do whatever you want to me once we are out of this lab."

It's like he can't hear a thing, only pushing his raging hard-on between your cheeks as his hand presses your head further into the door. As Bucky presses gentle lips against your bare shoulder, you extend your arm barely reaching the button to open the door and both of you tumble forward into the hall.

You're thankful that the door closes, taking a deep breath but the rough hand wraps around your arms, temporarily startles you but Bucky is prepared this time, using his body weight to pin you to the ground.

Despite the burn of grasp, his lips are soft and gentle against your own. Running his tongue across your lips, but this time, you purposely brush your lips against his own, tasting the fresh blood from his still bleeding nose. Even though the plant no longer has an effect from out here, it's still in both of your systems making your skin buzz.

Bucky groans as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth as his hand rubs gentle circles against the skin of your lower back but just like that, it's gone.

Using his raw strength to lift and lay you on your stomach - clearly not trusting your intentions again as he brings both arms behind your back. The other hand cups the back of your neck, feeling the natural curvature of your spine under those strong hands.

"Stay down, sweetheart." He warns.

He lets go but not for long as fingers curl into the junction between where your hips and torso meet to pull and bring your ass in the air. He twitches at the sight of your bare pussy, still dripping for him. A pleased sound falling from his chest as you shake your hips against him, "Please, please, please."

No words are said, soaking and committing every moment to his memory as he pushes into you again. This time he isn't gentle as he stretches your pussy open, nudging deeper and deeper to the point you jump forward but two hands keep you grounded on his cock.

He nestled so deep it’s hard to breathe, the burn follows but mixes with a pleasurable sting of his metal digits digging to your hips. The flesh hand rests against the swells of your ass, he can’t help but look down - the filthy site of your messy cunt swallowing him whole. The sounds coming from those lips, the begging - it is all too much - sensory overload as a chill runs over his being and hands clench around the fullness of your hips.

With every roll of his hips, an orgasm builds inside his stomach. He is losing his balance as thighs shaking with immense pleasure as you angles your hips back to meet him.

You need more.

The sounds that fill the room are filled with moans and cries, tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks. Chasing the best high you have ever felt as you beg for more, beg for him to fuck you harder.

At this point the white wolf is completely lost, finding his most primal side inside of your tight pussy. The way it swallows and squeezes him whole, silky and smooth as it milks his cock for everything it's worth. But just as fast, your legs start to shake under the pressure, cheek burning against the fabric on the rug but you only angle your hips to meet his trust to feel him deeper.

"Fuck, fuck." The words fall from your lips as his fingers squeeze your hips even harder.

"Gonna bred this sweet cunt, make it mine". he huffs, feeling a wave of heat that makes his head spin as you cum with a twitch, orgasm leaking pushing him out but he stays buried inside your pussy, letting the juices squirt out and drench his abdomen.

He whispers curses under his breath, words of filling you round, giving you his seed as his breath trembles. Thrust growing haphazardly forming a new messily pattern that makes his forehead drop between your shoulder blades. His body shakes, fatigued and fucked as black orbs fill his vision.

With one final hard trust he twitches, pumping his thick ropes of cum inside your walls for the second time in the matter of an hour. Cheek still pressed against the carpet as a way to catch your breath, legs shaking at the recent assault.

You feel the shift in the air as the breathing of the man behind you changes. Bucky eyes are still wild but this time in realization of what just happened, shameful of his actions as the last of the plant's poison oozed from his pores.

The sight in front of him, still very much on your hands and knees against the carpet, filled to the brim as his cum drips from your abused cunt.

"W-What?" He's at a loss for words as his soft fingers find your back, gently helping you up and allowing you to use him to sit up right. "What just happened?"

But you don't answer, too overwhelmed with the little bit of the planet that runs through your veins. While his eyes have returned to the natural white, yours still have a blush pink color that can only be described as inhuman.

"Hey, hey," he coos softly, panic and worry filling him as he cups the underside of your jaw to your hooded eyes. "Look at me, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I don't know -."

"'s okay," Your hand lays over his own on your cheek, "It was the plant, we got away."

Bucky feels his heart shatter at the look of you. Barely able to sit due to the aching between your legs, the bruises that formed underneath his finger tips shattered across the soft skin. Out of pure frustration and confusion, tears gather in the corner of his eyes.

Purely guilt ridden and thankful that you have given him a piece he never deserved, he speaks, "I don't want you to know the real me. It's ugly and scary inside of here."

"Nothing is ugly about you."

The piece of his heart, you never thought you would see.

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Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times. 

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener. 

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync. 

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling. 

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure. 

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell. 

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates. 

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night. 

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?” 

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.” 

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...” 

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked. 

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.” 

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated. 

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.” 

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.” 

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!” 

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said. 

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa. 

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense. 

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.” 

“How’s that possible?” he asked. 

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you. 

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.  

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.” 

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.” 

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years. 

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird. 

But you also kind of didn’t care. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?” 

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked. 

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down. 

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?” 

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in. 

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. 

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point. 

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”  

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him. 

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.” 

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt. 

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind. 

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple. 

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations. 

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?” 

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on. 

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were. 

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.” 

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth. 

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.” 

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue. 

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…” 

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them. 

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him,  meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer. 

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry. 

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression. 

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.” 

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.” 

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats. 

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.” 

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked. 

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you. 

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. 

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to. 

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?” 

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try. 

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you. 

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?” 

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.” 

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?” 

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…” 

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear. 

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.” 

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you. 

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips. 

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.” 

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered. 

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.” 

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss. 

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch. 

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream.  “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.” 

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.” 

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.” 

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name. 

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.” 

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…” 

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever. 

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.” 

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“ 

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.” 

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.” 

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.” 

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.” 

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again. 

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you. 

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts.  “Hey, ___?” He called. 

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

[spikesbimbo]

Soft sex pt.1   pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired… 

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

-

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

-

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

 -Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 

-

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  

“Yoomi~”  you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

-

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )

-

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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[mrskurono]

title: Baby Fever a/n: ok you know what I’ll admit it, all I’ve been thinking about lately is Geto. He’s on my mind constantly. Should I be working on something else, yes. Is Geto the first jjk character I really had a crush on, maybe. I just....fucking Geto ok this has taken me four times to right jfc word count: 1.7k tags: no sub/dom dynamics, romantic sex, established relationship, manga spoilers, fingering, multiple female orgasms (not overstim though) breeding kink, needy Geto, creampie, unprotected sex, pregnancy mention, body worship, really just soft sex ok, unedited character(s): Geto Suguru (jjk)

They had grown. 

Both girls that was. 

Into wonderful adolescences that brought a set of different challenges. Geto was ready for that be it blindly. And he loved every part of it times two. Each time he looked at either of the kids though he could vividly remembered rounder cheeks, rosier faces and goofier smiles. It left him reminiscing over that more and more now.

You noticed it in the most subtle ways. Geto wanting more. More of those days even though he wouldn’t outright ask.

A trace of his fingers along your collar bone drew you away from what was in your lap. For the most part you’d ignored him once he came to bed but it grew almost impossible when the sorcerer had his lips pressed to the conjunction of your head and neck while a light touch traced down your chest. Not irritated in the slightly, you still give a playful sigh as you put your book down.

“Can I help you?” You can’t even turn your head to see him. Geto’s face is pressed to you with a trail of peppered kisses following suit.

With a firm grip he slipped his fingers against your thigh to give it a playful squeeze. Geto pulled out of the crook of your neck enough to finally look at you with that off brand smirk of his, “Mayhaps.”

You grin just to lean down and catch his lips on yours. Instead though you pull away just as he was going to lean into you. Earning your own smirk to play on your lips, “Mayhaps if you ask nicely Mr. Suguru.”

The hand on your thigh tightened. Pulling you towards him in a meager attempt but for the most part you stayed rooted where you were. Only slightly letting your legs fall open as your smirk grew into a full blown smile. He was awfully soft for a man on the run orchestrating a death cult. 

Geto slipped his fingers up along the crotch of your bottoms. Nudging his forehead against yours like he’d done every night this week. An eye roll that held no merit you grab his face and kiss him deeply. There isn’t a second in hesitation as you lean into him. Geto’s fingers moving up to help you wiggle out of your bottoms. A similar scene playing out just like the previous nights but you didn’t mind in the slightest with his attention fully on you.

“You’re so wet.” He commented against your lips the second his index finger dipped between your folds.

“And you’re already hard.” You toss back to him when your palm presses up against the stark hardness hidden under his robes, “Why don’t we help each other out?”

A nod and he didn’t stop to push back into the kiss. Geto hovering above you but it was your teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Leaving the man to groan as his fingertips danced on either side of your clit. Your hips coming up to join in the motion of his fingers rubbing against you. Only for a few moments though because once they were soaked enough Geto couldn’t keep them from slipping inside you.

“Fuck...you’re so needy,” You moan against Geto’s lips as he curls his fingers in on you. He wouldn’t hesitate to make you cum like this before the main event even started.

Lips back to your neck, Geto hummed something but then nodded and mumbled against the softness of your ear, “I need you.”

Reaching down to grip his forearm as Geto’s fingering picked up in it’s urgency. You regretted the moan when his fingertips brushed over your g-spot. Within seconds he was back at it. Not leaving your sensitive spot alone as your cunt twitched and tightened around him with the impending orgasm. He was gonna get one from you with not much more than a snide remark on your part.

“F-Fuck...” Lip taut with tension as you bit down, fighting it wasn’t in your best interest, “S-Suguru- I- I’m gonna-”

“Cum-” His voice almost desperate, hot breath against your neck, fingers not letting up on their assault, “Please cum- Please I need you to cum- Please-”

The want in his voice too much. Just the way he wouldn’t stop after your orgasm tipped itself over. Fingers pulling a toe curling orgasm out of you as you clutched onto his robes and felt every fiber in your body tingle with hopelessness for him.

Fingers slowing, Geto simply wiggling them around in you and feeling the slickness covering his knuckles. It was when you snagged him for a long drawn out lazy kiss. Just to follow it by an order that he get undressed already, meant the man had no choice but to listen.

Rid of his clothes and between your legs before you knew it. You look down to see him swiping his cock up through the drool of your cunt. What wasn’t on his fingers previously now coated his cock with a beautiful glisten. Geto more than enthralled seeing his cock slip between your cunt lips. Each movement of his length grinding into your sensitive nub sent a shiver up your spine. Either he was too into watching or he was teasing you. A few more swipes and you demand he get on with the main course already.

One push and Geto’s cock slipped down to the hilt with ease. Stretched thoroughly from the nightly fucking all week. Today was no different. Juices squelching around his cock Geto pushed himself down to his base. Feeling his cock bottom out in you no problem. Leaving the man to hover over you. Caged in by both his arms on either side of you. And his hair tickling your face when you looked up at him.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re handsome.”

Geto stalled a moment. Savoring the way his hips felt snug in yours. The residual feeling of your walls twitching around him. Not a day would go by where he didn’t swear you were made for him. 

“I love you.” His words clear and concise. You looked up at Geto once more.

What smirk you had early softened into a smile. Bringing his face down to yours for a kiss, “I love you t- fuck-” Before he let you finish Geto grinned against your lips and thrusted into you without warning. Just to watch you convulse and loose yourself on his cock. Just as beautiful as ever. He felt himself unable to control himself all over again.

Each snap of his hips into your core left you breathless. He wasn’t rough. Never was he rough. Geto’s cock curved in the right way that left you rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts. Even if it felt like he was going to split you in half, you still wanted more.

Orgasm or not Geto was bringing you right back to the edge. He always did. As you showered his face in breathless kisses. Some of those met with his own lips. Others spared on his neck and collar bone as you watched with a dazed look at where your bodies met. Geto buried inside you with each thrust. His hands hooked into your hips with your legs slightly elevated so he could defile your deepest parts. Every night this week he’d fuck you like this. In the drunken pleasurer of it all you might have thought he was trying to breed you.

“Please-” Geto’s voice peeled you away, “Please cum-”

Thinking he wanted you to cum on him again you half ass nod, “Yes- Fuck yes I’ll-”

“No-” He groaned more of a gasp. Geto putting his forehead against yours even with the dew accumulating on it, “Please- Please can I cum- Cum in you- I just-”

More than surprised. Of course he’d done so more than once before. Now he was asking you? 

“Love why ask just-”

“I want another baby-” Geto broke your question up, his hips still a mind of their own. His breath ragged against your lips and sweat making his hair cling to him, “With you- Another one- Just one- Let me fill you up- Let me fuck a baby in you- Please- I- I love you so much and-”

“Yes.”

Geto’s turn to be surprised.

“Yes please, god fuck yes- Fuck a baby inside me-” You grab Geto’s face. Caring less if you cum at this point and more for the warmth of his release. Lips smashing onto his you don’t hesitate to moan into the fevered kiss.

Geto pulling you down on him with each thrust. Driving his cock in you as deep as he could. Quicker than before like he was desperate for it. Even while your legs twitched and curled, knowing he was breeding in you, something snapped in you.

The way you can on him. Scream only muffled by the fact Geto wouldn’t move his lips from yours. Each rippling twitch of your cunt around him was maddening. Hearing and feeling you craving him sent him into a tizzy until it was simply too late. With the way he snapped his hips into. A rumbling moan emanating up from his chest. It was far too obvious when the first gush of warmth overwhelmed you.

Full well past just what oozed out of you. The mixture of cum and juices soaked the two of you as Geto’s arms waivered a little. A moment of uncertainty if he was going to pull out and waste the gift he just gave you. Instead you yank him down on you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and loosely with your legs around his hips. Making it very obvious he was to stay in place on and in you.

Hand drawn down his back you ignore the sweat between his shoulder blades. Instead engrossed in the feeling of Geto’s cock still inside you and the heat of his chest against yours. Sighing softly to lay a kiss against his cheek you hug him a little tighter, “...you could have just said something you know.”

Exhausted and without a real witty reply. Geto had been saving this all week and now he was a little spent. Mumbling something but you didn’t hear.

The idea of being pregnant, with his child, making you smile more and more with each passing second. Even as cum dripped out of you. It was right away that you kissed the side of his head, “Looks like we gotta keep trying until you succeed huh.”

No question to it there was a twitch of excitement in all of his body. You knew neither of you would be happy now until Geto got what he asked for.

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s. 

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.” 

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together. 

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move. 

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest. 

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again. 

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink. 

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach. 

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!” 

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you. 

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?” 

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.” 

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look  the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders,  burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure. 

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

 It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki. 

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?” 

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~” 

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!” 

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.” 

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing. 

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk. 

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss. 

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple. 

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes,  Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions. 

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

[golbrocklovely]

never needed // colby brock

A/N: so fun fact about this fic is that i came up with it last year back in november. it was around the time me and my ex best friend stopped being friends. i was really in such a rough headspace, and i think the concept shows it. i just finished writing it today and wow... i still feel this way to some extent, but not fully (thank god). also i literally cried while writing it today so there’s that. hope yall enjoy this one. i'm trying to post a bunch of fics since this coming week is my bday (the 14th). no guarantees, but i'm trying my best to put out at least six things. let me know what you think of this one. see yall later :)

prompt: colby has been ghosting you for a while, just when things were starting to get good between you two. after a week of ignoring you, he’s finally ready to talk. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, heartache, crying, honestly this one is really sad so sorry about that, happy ending tho

word count: 2331

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" I groaned to myself, staring at my phone.

Colby was still ignoring me, something I had grown accustomed to this week. He had ghosted my calls and my texts. He turned his read notifications off too, so I had no clue whether or not he had even seen my messages at all.

Everything had been going great between us. We had met a couple years back and hit it off as friends right away. I always thought he was attractive, and our friendship was always really flirty; so much so that fans thought we were together. And then finally, something clicked a couple months back. I wasn't sure if it was the accidental drunken kiss we shared, or just a built up of feelings, but we finally decided that maybe we should test out an actual relationship.

We promised each other we would take it slow, both of us still heartbroken from our previous relationships and our general trust issues. But these past two months, we went into overdrive, actually taking the time to feel each other out as boyfriend and girlfriend.

And for the first time, I felt happy. Genuinely happy.

A week ago, we had even gone on a cute little date, something we had started doing regularly. We were in the middle of our conversation; I remember I laughed hard at something he said. It was loud enough that some of the patrons in the restaurant stared at us. And when he tried to shush me jokingly, a silence had fallen over us.

His face dropped suddenly, he became super serious and quiet, and then he asked if we could go home.

He told me the next day that he thought he got food poisoning and it just hit him in the restaurant. I didn't think anything of it and was fine with going home early.

But now, I wonder if he was lying.

I looked back down at my phone, reading over my messages from the past week to him.

Was I taking this too far? He could have just been busy. I don't wanna come across as clingy.

"Ugh, fuck that." I muttered out loud to myself, rolling out of my bed to get a drink.

I didn't care if I came across as clingy. I had a right to know why he was ignoring me. If it was work related, he would have told me. He had done that in the past before.

This was different, I just knew it.

Tomorrow, I planned to go over and see him. I would have done it tonight, but I knew he wasn't home. He was out with some friends at Saddle Ranch. Like a fan, I had to watch his stories on Insta, since that was the only way I knew where he was.

"Don't expect too much from him." Sam said.

I shook my head at that memory. When we got together, everyone was happy for us. But I could feel a certain tension in the room, a certain caveat that wasn't being mentioned. Later that night, Sam and I were by ourselves, and he asked me if Colby and I had really made our relationship official. I told him we hadn't gone all the way, but that we were taking it one step at a time.

"I'm happy for you guys, really. I just wonder..." His voice trailed off.

I cocked my head. "Wonder what?"

"Look, I love you both, but I don't know if Colby is really ready for a relationship. There's a lot of things he still needs to work through." He stated.

"We're not that serious." I laughed.

"Yeah, yet. If you plan to be, I just don't want you to get your heart broken because he wasn't ready." Sam admitted.

I patted his shoulder lightly, smiling. "Relax, Samuel. Everything will be fine."

"Alright. Just... don't expect too much from him, okay?" He mentioned, his eyes narrowing on mine.

That had been two months ago and... I think I should have heeded his warning.

A loud knock at my front door brought me out of my thoughts, scaring me. I grabbed a knife from my kitchen, striding over to the door. I glance through the peephole to see who was there.

Colby's face stared back.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you open the door?" He called.

I scowled at him through the peephole. "Sorry she's not home right now. Maybe you should try responding to her texts.”

“Look I'm sorry, but that's why I came over. I wanted to talk in person.” He replied.

“Damn, that’s a shame. Too bad she’s not home!” I exclaimed angrily.

“C’mon now, don’t be childish.” He remarked.

I swung the door open, holding back from yelling into my hallway. “Childish?!”

He smirked at me. “I knew that would get you to open the door.”

“You’re not funny.” I deadpanned, glaring at him.

“Can you please let me in? I seriously want to talk.” Colby responded, his eyes landing on mine.

“No, Colby. It’s one o’clock in the morning, I don’t feel like talking, and you’re drunk.” I jeered, resting my hands on my hips.

He scrunched up his face dramatically. “No, I’m not. I only had like two drinks.”

“Oh my mistake. I figured a person that randomly comes over to talk at the ass-crack of night is usually drunk,” I quipped. “Don’t you have better things to do, like be at Saddle Ranch?”

He stepped back, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was at Saddle Ranch?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “Because… I watched your stories.”

“Nice to know you pay attention to me,” he uttered under his breath. “Please let me in.”

“No. Fuck off, Colby.” I hissed.

He rolled his eyes at my comment. “If you don’t let me in, I’m just gonna make noise out here in the hallway until you do.”

“Bet.” I huffed.

“What was your favorite movie again… ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” He questioned, stepping back further into the hallway.

I blinked. “Yeah, so what?”

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish smile. “…You’re just too good to be true.”

My face dropped at his voice. “Colby.”

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” He sang, pointing at me.

“Are you really-” I started.

He cut me off, running his hands down his body. “You’d be like heaven to touch.”

I hushed. “Seriously stop-”

“I wanna hold you so much.” He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself.

I grunted, smacking my hand towards him. “Colby, it’s one in the morn-”

“At long last, love has arrived.” He opened his arms wide.

“Shut the fuck up!” I whisper-shouted.

“And I thank God I'm alive.” Colby praised up towards the ceiling.

I retorted. “You’re fucking embarrass-”

He spun in a circle slowly. “You're just too good to be true.”

“I knew giving you the code to my apartment was a bad idea.” I grumbled.

“Can't take my eyes off of you.” He winked, pointing at me again.

Colby took a big inhale, ready to start singing the music, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my apartment.

I slammed my door shut, locking it quickly. “Next time you do something like that, I’m gonna kill you.”

“That’s not very- why do you have a knife?” He motioned toward the knife sitting on my side table.

“What-? Oh, I thought you were an intruder.” I explained.

He lightly smiled, his dimples appearing. “You think an intruder would knock?”

I snapped, annoyed. “Aren’t you here to apologize?”

“Right, right,” he cleared his throat, his demeanor changing. “Y/N, I’m deeply sorry.”

“Sure.” I narrowed my eyes, walking towards my kitchen.

He followed me. “I know what I did was fucked up. I should have responded to you.”

“You completely ignored me for over a week.” I informed him, resting my back against the counter.

He nodded. “I know. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “…were you busy?”

“No, not really.” He divulged, dropping his head.

“So, you purposefully ignored my calls and text…” I could feel my hands shake against my arms.

“You make it sound bad-” He mumbled.

“It is that bad.” I emphasized, stopping him. “Colby, you wanna talk about being childish? That shit was childish.”

He agreed. “I know it was.”

“Obviously not since you keep joking about it.” I argued.

“I’m not trying to joke,” he protested, running his hands through his hair. “Do you wanna know the honest to God truth?”

“Of course I do.” I answered, furrowing my eyebrows.

He exhaled, glancing at me. “When we first got together, even though we were taking it slow, I was terrified to date you.”

“Terrified?” I puzzled.

He swallowed hard. “Yes. Scared shitless.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“I thought it was because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But then… at dinner,” his voice lowered, his shoulders dropping. “I realized it was more than that.”

I shook my head, confused. “What are you ta-”

“I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.” He confessed.

His words made me step back, my breath hitching in my throat.

I choked. “What?”

“When you laughed really hard, and did that cute snort thing you do, I remember we looked at each other… and all I saw was you,” his eyes bore into mine, causing goosebumps to rise all over my skin. “No one else in that restaurant existed. And in that moment, I wanted to tell you I love you.”

I stammered out words, unable to think clearly. “S-so… you-”

“When I felt it, I knew I had to go home. Because I was just so shocked at the feeling. I haven’t felt that way for anyone in a long time.” He sighed exhaustingly, “and… I apologize that I ignored you. Every time I saw your messages, I knew I should have responded. But my body, my mind, wouldn’t let me.”

I frowned. “Because you love me?”

“Because… I’m scared to love you.” He admitted.

A heavy silence fell over the apartment. I shuddered out an exhale, not even noticing I had been holding my breath in for so long. Colby closed his eyes, twisting up his face, and turned his back to me.

“Why are you scared to love me?” I gulped, scared of his answer.

His shoulders tensed as he gripped the counter. “The last time you felt heartbroken… did it leave you feeling empty? Because that’s how I felt… for so long. It’s not even the empty feeling that bothered me. It was the fact that I knew something used to be there… and now it’s gone. I miss who I was before.”

I opened my mouth, but no words escaped.

“I have this deep, guttural feeling that you’re gonna realize I’m not worth loving, and that there is someone else out there that is, and you’re gonna leave me.” His voice trembled as he spoke, “everyone… always leaves me.”

I gasped quietly. “Colby-”

He turned back to me, his face becoming red. “I just feel like no one ever needs me, you know? Like some people only keep me around because they don’t have the heart to just tell me they don’t care anymore. Even Sam has someone else.

I consoled. “That’s not-”

“And I know it’s selfish to want everyone around me to only want me. I don’t really feel that way. I just… don’t feel like anyone really needs me as much as I need them,” his chest quaked as his breathing began to speed up. “And when you realize it too… I don’t think I can live through that fall out again. I don’t think I’m gonna survive it.”

“Wait, Col-” I murmured.

“At that dinner, I had this gut-wrenching anxiety come over me; a voice in my head that said ‘she’s gonna leave you too’ and… I’m just so sorry.” He panted, his eyes welling up.

I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pressing his body into mine as hard as I could. He buried his face into my neck, his body almost going limp against mine.

I couldn’t help my own tears spill as they landed on his shirt. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way before?”

“I was ashamed. I should be stronger than this.” He fumed through his tears.

I rubbed his face lovingly. “Who said that? You are strong. Expressing your emotions is strong.”

He nodded, croaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course. How about tonight you stay over, and then in the morning, we’ll talk about this more? Okay?” I suggested, resting my hands on his forearms.

“Yeah.” He whimpered.

I smiled brokenly. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

I lightly grasped Colby’s hand, pulling him slowly into my bedroom. He stumbled along, his head remaining down.

I sat him down on the bed and slid off his jacket, placing it on my dresser. I cupped his face, tracing his jaw with my fingers. His eyes finally landed on mine as I tilted his head up.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, resting my forehead against his.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Colby.” I stated, gazing into his eyes.

He begged in a hushed tone. “Please don’t.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I reassured, kissing his forehead.

I walked over to the other side of my bed and laid down. Colby kicked off his shoes, taking his belt off and pulling his jeans down. After getting undressed, he slid into bed with me, laying his head down softly on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head into my neck again, sighing against my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, a light hum falling from his lips. I ran my other hand up and down his spine, feeling him shiver under my touch.

“We’ll be okay, Colby.” I whispered.