#the waistband kind of sucks because it’s too large on my actual waist

[sukirichi]

rude boy

— As the captain of the volleyball team, you have to set a good example of staying firm to your rule of not dating the male players...but perhaps you’re willing to bend the rules a little bit when a rude boy is kind enough to show you why you’re wrong.

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), hard!dom suna, slight exhibitionism, doggy style, overstimulation, mild breeding kink, cumplay, implied size kink, degradation with praising kink (LOL), soft! aftercare suna

NOTE. oh hell yeah we’re turning into a haikyuu blog. i can’t believe i’m writing for a character i haven’t even met yet but hey SUNA RINTAROU SUPREMACY. I’m in love with him, maybe much more than I like Akaashi, but can you blame? he’s sexy AF. tagging @noritoshiikamo​

SONG INSPOS. Rude Boy, Disturbia, Where Have You Been All My Life (Rihanna)

Win after win, your school is glorious and honourable once more. Not only did the men’s volleyball team, but as the captain of the women’s team, you proudly carried awards just as they did.

You’re on the dance floor, hazily dancing to the beat with your red cup already empty. It’s rare that people organized after parties but you made it Nationals this time around; surely it’s not too bad to let everyone let loose. Besides, the managers weren’t around and everyone seemed to be having fun, bringing in their plus ones or making out with their fellow teammates.

You scowl at the sight. The one thing you hate the most is breaking formalities and relationship autonomies – everyone knows that you have one strict rule: No dating the players for the men’s team.

Naturally, your team members are more than flabbergasted. The male players are gorgeous after all, but you’ve grown up with the Miya twins; you know beauty could never be enough of a reason for your precious teammates to be used for pleasure and dumped to the side once they’ve had their fill. You all have a bright future ahead of you, with goals and dreams to be fulfilled; one that you won’t allow to be trampled upon by these men.

You’re about to head back to the kitchen for another drink when someone holds you in place, large, calloused hands gripping at your hips. You’re about to elbow the intruder when the familiar scent of musky spicy cologne, mixed with sweat and something that was solely him, you relaxed.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself for the whole party, Suna?”

“You’re here,” his bored, deep voice is sultry as it coos in your ear. Unable to help yourself, you shiver at his touch, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. “I don’t see a reason to.”

“You’re a little touchy tonight,” you comment, the glare of your eyes softening as the alcohol loosens the usual composed and strict captain in you, falling back into his touches that tell a promise of something more later. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was because you miss him too – whatever it was, you’re grinding onto his front, the middle blocker humming as a warning in your ear not to tease him too much. You being you though, you only push back harder, allowing him to set the pace by squeezing your waist. “You act like you don’t see me all the time.”

“Doesn’t mean I get to feel you all the time,” his voice turns husky, the mere sound of his voice mixing with the party’s music increasing your arousal. You breathe sharply when Suna cups your core experimentally, thankful that his body is big enough to hide what he’s doing. “Upstairs?”

“Here, Suna? In a party?”

“Can you wait until we get home?” he taunts, chuckling when he sees the way your lips press into a thin line. “As I thought.”

Tch, he doesn’t have to be so cocky about it.

Suna leads you upstairs before pushing you inside the closest empty room, his lips hands everywhere on you the moment the back of your knees hit the bed. He’s eager and needy, his arousal evident from how he’s bucking the tent in his pants against your hands. His tongue prods you to open your mouth, and just to tease him, you refuse him access, slipping your hands inside his pants instead to swipe a thumb over his thumb.

He growls at your teasing, retaliating by pinching your boob followed by a flick over your nipple. Suna isn’t only an expert at volleyball; he’s a master of your body too, able to play you and hit the right spots all the fucking time.

He’s aware of this when he finally gets what he wants – a shocked moan from you that nearly makes you fall back on the bed if it wasn’t for his other hand tugging at your wrist to slam you back to his body. Suna doesn’t waste his time in kissing you, sucking on your tongue until you both start fighting for dominance. Just as he’s lost and crazed by the pent up sexual frustration of watching one another play at court today – to see the other so close yet so far away – you swallow his small, little groans into your mouth, your hand eagerly pumping and spreading his pre-cum all over the base of his shaft.

Suna’s cock twitches into your palm, prompting you to squeeze the length at the same time you bite down on his lip. Hard.

His eyes snap open moments before he comes, his touch rough and even bruising when he pushes your arm away from his. As if a switch has been flipped inside him, his eyes have grown darker, his hands running down your form hungry and even animalistic.

Your eyes widen when Suna goes down on his knees, deft fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “S-Suna, what’re you doing—”

“Shh, I want to taste you,” your hands find home in his hair as he helps you shimmy out of those tight, ass-hugging material that had him rock hard during your whole match. He wants to punish you for it, for nearly distracting him when it was his turn to play; the fact you’re always so unaware of the effect you have over him downright offensive. He has other plans in mind though, plans you’re about to discover when Suna suddenly licks at the swollen nub through your panties, making your thighs shiver. “Haven’t seen this pretty pussy in a long time,” he buries his face in your cunt, taking a huge whiff of the intoxicating scent of your arousal.

It’s almost perverted, you think, the way he’s rolling your hardened clit between his teeth, relishing in the way you’re falling apart for him like this, legs spread wide open.

Suna keeps you steady by squeezing your ass closer to his face until his nose is prodding at your lips, the sounds of your pretty moans and whines erotic enough that he feels like busting a nut right then and there. He holds back though, pulling away to breathe just to bite the lace down your legs. The whole time, he keeps his fox-like eyes on yours that are pooled with lust and something carnal, the grazing of his teeth collecting heat to pool at your core.  

With two long fingers pulling your lips apart just for his eyes, he licks at your blossoming sex, pulling groans from both of you when he dives into your even harder.

Suna’s tongue is lapping at your dripping juices while you look down at him, pupils blown wide just as he smirks, he actually fucking smirks under you, his tongue suddenly plunging inside your sopping hole.

Your scream is muffled at the last moment when you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, the nails digging into his scalp making him hiss.

Nevertheless, Suna doesn’t stop, drinking all you can give him while his tongue laps at your walls. The warm, wet muscle exploring each inch of you has you grinding against his face, shameless as you fuck yourself harder on his tongue. Suna chuckles at your actions, the vibrations pushing you over the edge.

He can tell you’re cumming when you start to clamp down on him, the flowing of your arousal easily cleaned up with tight, consistent sweeps of his tongue.

Your eyes are shut tight as you prolong your orgasm by grinding your pelvic bone shamelessly on his cum-stained face. Then your legs wobble until you’re falling, shaking, but Suna pushes you down completely on the bed.

Your breathing is ragged once you see that he’s crawling above you in the same manner a predator stalks his prey, his smirk nothing but devilish while your juices spread on his cheeks gleam under the dim lights.

Suna uses one hand to discard your shirt before throwing it to other side of the room, one knee to pry your legs apart. Your eyes dart down to the sports bra you wore, not sexy at all especially with the Nike logo, and your cheeks warm at the realization. Arms coming up to hide yourself, you fail when Suna slaps your hands away, glaring at you.

“Stop covering yourself. You don’t have to wear lingerie to for me all the time – you know I’d fuck you either way.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to be shy when he rips the bra apart, mouth latched onto one nipple. You gasp when he plunges three fingers in, definitely different to his usual routine of prepping you, and you’re being stretched open by his fingers a little too fast that you’re clutching on his bicep to catch your breath.

“F-Fuck, Suna, can’t even be a little gentle? What happened to foreplay?”

“I’m tired from winning match by match today, baby. Being gentle is the last thing on my mind when you’re splayed out for me like this,” he pulls away just to release his fingers from you, twisting his hand back to back to grin pervertedly at the way your cum slicks his hand. Using that exact same hand, Suna covers his length with it as he hovers over you, pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.

He immediately notices the way you hitch your breath, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as you struggle to accommodate for him despite already being so wet.

He was just so thick and feels so good – it’s always a challenge not to cum all the while he’s entering you. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve taken me before,” he reminds you, hooking his arm under your knees before he stretches you further, your thighs flat on your chest. You gasp at the new sensation of feeling him so deep inside you, his whole practically atop your calves as he thrusts inside experimentally. “Come on, you’ll take this big cock like a good girl, won’t you?”

“S-Suna.”

“You feel even better than usual,” he praises you, his eyes narrowed and hazy with pleasure as he continues fucking into you. His thrusts are slow yet deep, bottoming out with each time that he knocks the wind off your lungs, successfully hitting that sacred, sweet sensitive spot inside you that only he could ever reach.

Suna smirks at the apparent pleasure written all over your face, teasing you further by grabbing the flesh of your hips while he drives his cock deeper. “You’re just clamping down on me like a bitch in heat,” he notes to mock you, but he wasn’t free of this pleasurable torture as well, not when your walls sucked him in greedily that it took most of his energy just to pull out from your grip. It must be because you’re exerted from today’s match just as he is, and Suna spreads one leg to the side, your knee pressed beside your head. “Muscle cramps? Can’t say I mind.”

“Shut up, Suna.”

“I think you need to shut up,” he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, his chuckles formed in stuttered breaths when you clamp down on him. “Clenching harder on me now? Didn’t peg you for someone who liked this shit,” Suna, having always been perceptive to your smallest reactions, leans over to you to cup your cheek, the tenderness in his eyes a huge contrast to how he’s filling you up to the brim, his hips delirious and delicious with each snap. “You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? So good for me.”

“S-Suna,” you begin to reach for him, feeling that welcomed tightening of your stomach. You never like to admit it out loud, but you and Suna know you’re always so clingy and starved for touches when you’re about to him.

Your lips are puckered out, arms wrapping around his head to pull him in for a kiss when Suna smirks. He knows exactly what you want – and that’s exactly what you’re not gonna get.

He flips you until you’re flat on your stomach, encircling your waist to pull your ass flat against the ticklish hairs resting at the base of his cock, his pelvic bone snapping against your backside. You cry out at the new position, the need to touch him painfully deprived until you’re sobbing on the pillows, wanting nothing more than to kiss him as you came.

Suna Rintaro really is rude.

You came first before him, drool spilling from your lips when you’re left with no other choice but to fist the sheets. Suna’s groans are guttural, his usual pace of fucking you slowly now turns carnal. Sounds of skin slapping and his balls hitting your ass cheeks echo around the room, the sounds too loud that you both fail to hear the rushed footsteps and giggles until the door opens.

Suna feels you tense under him, the crashing waves of your orgasm dulled by the panic rising in your chest. You know he’s covering you, but your heart absolutely lurches in your chest when Suna only continues, scoffing at whoever entered the room.

You scramble to move yourself off him but Suna only holds you down, his palm flat behind your head, arms pinned at the small of your back until you’re completely incapacitated. Once again, Suna’s proved that he’s a man of control, especially when it comes to your body. He won’t fail to remind you again and again that your body is not yours – it has always been his and will always be his.

Once he starts moving again, deliberately and painfully slow to emphasize the embarrassing shlick coming from your pussy, Suna smirks at the new guests. “Rooms taken, idiot – find someplace else.”

“Fuck, is that the captain for the girl’s team?”

You bite down on your lip upon hearing Atsumu’s voice, desperate to prevent the sinful moans to be heard past your lips. You’ve built quite a reputation for being sharp tongued and even wicked when it comes to being strict – to have him hear of all people that his teammate could easily break you like this would be beyond damaging both to your pride and reputation.

Suna glares at the golden-haired boy who’s now forgotten the girl hanging off his arm, his head tilting past Suna’s uniformed frame fucking deep into you.

He could hear it, could hear the sloppy squelching of your sopping cunt, could even hear the way Suna’s breath sharpens, but he wants to see it, to witness this atrocity. Suna, however, wasn’t having any of it.

His possessive grip is intensified with the nails digging into your wrists when he only fucks into your harder, his feet now planted on the mattress as if to mark his territory. “Don’t look at my bitch. She’s mine,” he growled, pulling you by the hair until your head is splayed all over his shoulder, your breasts bouncing from the speed he’s ramming into you at. “Now leave.”

“Suna, don’t be fucking rude.”

The door closes afterwards, but not free from comments from Atsumu on how you had a pretty ass. This ticks Suna off, licking stripe down your neck and up your jaw, nose buried into the crook of your neck to memorize your scent coated with sex hanging off the air.

“You’d rather have them watch?” he slaps your ass, your moan whiny and pornographic – you were really truly different than what you want people to think of you. “Of course you’d like that, filthy slut,” he nibbles at your ear, reaching forward to rub at your clit until you’re shaking again, your second orgasm just looming around the corner. “But I don’t want to share you, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are.”

He shoves you flat on the mattress again, your forearms weak as you heave your weight upwards. Your head is thrown to the side, back arched down low as you follow his command like a good whore as he’s called you. You gyrate your hips to swirl your pussy around his thick pole, pushing backwards again and again until you’re gasping, shaking, trembling and utterly fucked out.

Your pace is nothing compared to what Suna is capable off, but he’s tense, jealous even that he wants to assure himself he’s the one who could get you to feel this way, even if it meant giving you all the work alone.

“What’re you gonna do now that everyone knows about us?” he asks through gritted teeth, placing his hands at your hips just to steady yourself. Suna’s eyes are zeroed in on the way his length disappears around your pretty lips, so open and puffy as you use his dick to pleasure you. He takes pride at the way you moan, back arching and little growls on your lips when he finally snaps his hips, meeting you thrust by thrust.

“Are you finally giving into me?” he asks again for what seems like the hundredth time ever since he’s laid his eyes on you, thumb flicking over your clit again. You cry out as he does so, uncaring of the strain when your arms reach out behind him, touching him this time around. Suna allows you to do so, hugging your waist to pull you into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to yours while you moan left and right.

You’re sweating, eyes shut tight and fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball pinching at your own slips. You look so lewd every time you’re thinking of nothing else but the pleasure he’s giving you and Suna grows harder inside you, his thrusts rough along with another slap to your ass.  

“Fuck, yeah, just like that. You look so gorgeous bent over for me, you know, might as well just be officially mine.”

You manage to scoff through the pleasure, ignoring the way your heart flutters when Suna interlaces his fingers with yours above your breast, the both of you caressing the flesh tenderly. “I told you already, I’m never dating you.”

“And why not?” he challenges, the grip on your hips tightening again. “Who do you run to when you’re sad? Who do you bother when you’re happy? Who makes you feel good and fills you to the brim when your fingers just aren’t getting you off?” Unsatisfied with your silence, Suna snaps his hips harder, his grin wicked when you scream again, his name falling off your lips like a prayer – which is ironic, since he’s the one always worshipping you despite his need to be in control. “Isn’t it always me? Just say yes, baby, I’d get to do this to you all the time. You’re already fucking yourself on my cock like you’re my whore – what’s holding you back?”

“You’ll fuck me good if I say yes?”

“Aren’t I already?” To prove a point, Suna thrusts up deep and hard enough that he’s hitting your sweet spot again, a fucked out smile rewarding him afterward.

“But you’re a rude, rude person, Suna, oh, fuck,” Suna pinches your clit that makes you snap your eyes open, a seductive glare sent his way when he teases you. “See what I’m – ugh – talking about?”

“Then I’ll be nice for once,” he promises me, his thrusts growing sloppy as he pushes you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open in a silent, breathy sob – hands gripping at his thighs when the mere slipping of his length past your walls and kissing your cervix with each thrust pushes tears out of your eyes. Suna leans down to sloppily kiss away the tears, jaw clenched as he feels you tighten around him.  “Cum for me. I’m allowing you to cum. Maybe I’ll fuck you again when we get home if you’re good enough. Fuck, gonna breed this pussy so good, you’ll be so fucking full.”

Your nails scratches blood moons into his skin, right at the spot that isn’t covered by his shorts anymore. Usually, he’s careful when it comes to markings that could affect his play, but you’re so pretty crying as you cream around his neck that tonight he doesn’t care.

Suna groans as you milk him dry with the way your walls are hallowing and clenching around him, making the tall player fall forward above you on the bed, his cum sputtering inside of you. His groans are deep and so fucking sexy right next to your ear, thumb absentmindedly still rubbing at your clit. You’re both panting as he slowly pulls out, the gush of both your cum dripping all the way down your ass. He snickers at the sight and swoops two fingers down, the heated and hard press of his fingers against your sensitive pussy sending chills everywhere in your body.

You’re about to complain as Suna pushes his cum inside you, but he silences you with a kiss, spreading the cum all around your lips until you’re a complete, sticky mess down there. You grimace at the sensation but Suna is moving beside you the next moment, his arms heavy across your breasts.

You blink when Suna presses affectionate kisses on the blades of your shoulder, wiping the remnants of cum across the sheets before tangling your legs with his. You frown in confusion but turn to him anyway, breathing in that cologne sticking to his skin that you love so much.

“I’m not used to you cuddling me.”

Suna smiles at the crown of your head, shifting lower so he could squish his cheeks at the flesh of your breasts. You watch as his usual bored face lights up happily like a kid with ice cream as he kisses the sides of your breast, hands gentle and delicate in making swirls over your hip. He’s almost...unrecognizable. “You should. This is going to be one of the privileges of dating me.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“You will.”

His declaration is so self assured – as he always is – that you roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his sweat-matted hair. “How are you so sure I even like you back, dummy?”

“Because you’ve got no reason not to,” is all he murmurs on your skin, and well...he isn’t wrong about it, but you scoff anyway, thankful that his eyes are closed so he can’t see your smile. “Now shut up. Just hearing your voice makes me hard again and I don’t think I can go for another round. I’m beat.”

Perhaps...Suna Rintaro wasn’t such a rude boy, after all.

[glilboy]

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

[homoose]

Quick Learner, Slow Lover: Part II

Summary: Literally just a 40 Year Old Virgin AU. This time, reader shows Spencer a whole new world of possibilities. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: smut, 18 + (minors DNI)

Warnings/Includes: oral (both receiving), fingering, I think that’s it actually

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: Huge thanks to all the babies on my sideblog @softspence for helping with the inspiration for this one, and @gubetube​ for being my beta! ♥️ virgin!Spence is near and dear to my heart.

Series Masterlist

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After their first escapade, Spencer was called away on a case in southern California. A week into the BAU’s investigation in the desert didn’t have them any closer to solving it, and the team retreated to their respective hotel rooms for a few hours of rest. The second his head hit the pillow, Spencer’s phone was out and dialing. 

She picked up on the third ring, stifling a yawn. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry it’s so late,” he apologized. 

“It’s okay.” He could hear her snuggling down under the covers. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” He brought one of the hotel pillows closer, cuddling up against it and letting out a sigh. “I was thinking we could go to that new restaurant around the corner from you when I get back to DC.”

“Mmm, yeah, that sounds nice,” she agreed. He heard her sigh a little into the phone, then she continued, “We could also, um— try some more things.”

His head was constantly full of their first night together, and he basically had not stopped thinking about more things since he’d come in his pants on the couch. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Good, because the possibilities are endless, Dr. Reid.”

He let his eyes close, let a smile play over his features, and let his mind relax for a second… and then his eyes were shooting open, and his brain was on overdrive, running through the pieces of the case in rapid succession. “I— I think I just figured something out. I— I have to go. I’ll— can I call you later?”

She laughed a little on the other end. “Go save some lives, Spence.”

The team stumbled off the jet less than 24 hours later, exhausted but more than satisfied with the outcome of the case— in large part thanks to Spencer’s late night epiphany. 

“O’Keefe’s for a round?” Luke asked. “First one’s on me.”

There were murmurs of agreement from everyone... except Spencer. “Sorry, guys— rain check,” he called, already halfway across the bullpen and pulling on his jacket. He was through the double doors before anyone could ask any questions. 

He loved the team, and he’d come to enjoy nights out with them, but right now he had more pressing matters to deal with. As he navigated the darkened streets of DC, he considered the predicament he’d found himself in. They were going on two months of official dating, but they’d been sort of seeing each other for nearly a month before that. 

Even before he’d met her, Penelope had gushed about her constantly— a wonderful friend that she’d made through her new job, kind and smart and funny and lovely. What Penelope hadn’t mentioned was how beautiful she was— and he’d subsequently made a fool of himself when they first met: staring and stumbling over his words. 

She hadn’t seemed to mind, and over the course of the evening, she’d proven to be every bit as lovely as Penelope had described, and then some. 

He pulled up outside her apartment, shutting the door and hauling himself and his go-bag out of the car and up the sidewalk. He ran a slightly self conscious hand over his hair, checked his appearance in the glass of the foyer door, and then buzzed her apartment. 

She buzzed him in, and he took the stairs two at a time, rounding the landing just to see her opening the door. The second he dropped his bag, he was wrapping her up in a hug and knocking the breath out of her. She expelled the air into his shoulder and then laughed as he clung to her.

“Well, hello to you, too,” she teased. 

“I missed you,” he murmured, too content to be embarrassed.

Her arms came around him, and she squeezed him tight in response. “I missed you, too.” She held onto him for a moment longer before pulling back. “You must be exhausted. Are you hungry?”

Almost as if on cue, his stomach growled loud enough for them both to hear it. She cackled at his sheepish smile. “Chinese, Indian, or pizza?”

…

An hour later, they were two slices deep and cuddled together on the couch at the end of an episode of Dr. Who. She was tucked under his arm, her warm palm low on his tummy, her thumb rubbing a slow, repetitive path. As the credits rolled, she lifted her head to smile at him. “Tired?”

“A little.” His brain couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth of her body pressed up against him, her hand so close to where he was desperate for her. He wanted her, but he didn’t know how to ask. “We can… try some things, though,” he decided on.

She brushed his hair back and met his eyes. “We don’t have to. Just because we did, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to every time we’re together.” She tilted her head. “You know that, right?”

He could feel the flush flooding his cheeks immediately, and he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course.” Of course she didn’t want to do anything more with him. He was probably terrible at it before, and she just didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He shifted to stand from the couch, gathering up their plates and turning to bring them to the kitchen, desperate for a minute to collect himself. 

He could feel her eyes on him. “Spence?” He set the plates in the sink, taking a deep breath and then turning to see that she’d followed him. She pressed her lips together, considering him with kind eyes. “You wanna let me in on whatever it is you’re thinking?”

He hesitated, tapping his fingers on the tops of his thighs, before deciding he should just come out with it. “I know I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to… sex.” The last part came out in a low murmur— it seemed lewd to discuss this in the middle of her kitchen. “I’m sorry it wasn’t very good for you, and I’m not exactly sure how to fix that, but—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she chuckled. “Slow your roll. When did I ever say it wasn’t good for me?”

The memory of her— in his lap, her head thrown back, his fingers on her, his name falling from her lips— was suddenly on repeat in his mind. “I, um— I guess you didn’t.” 

“I definitely didn’t,” she confirmed, stepping a little closer. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about it… a lot.”

His eyebrows shot into his hairline. “You have?”

“Mmhmm.” She brought her hand back to his tummy, just above his waistband, then ran it up the line of buttons on his shirt, stopping just above his heart. She met his gaze with soft eyes. “I just didn’t want you to think that— that sex is all I want to do with you. Or that you have to rush to make me happy. And it’s important that you know that if you’re tired, or overwhelmed, or just not in the mood, I don’t— you know, expect you to have sex with me.” 

His heart leapt into his throat at the way she curled her fingers in his collar, the way she smiled quietly while he collected his thoughts, the way she gave him grace and space to consider his wants and needs. He was dangerously in love already, and he wasn’t sure quite how to say it without being the stupid virgin who fell in love with the first person he slept with. 

And even with all of these thoughts of content and love and uncertainty swirling through his brain… he still really wanted to fuck her. 

“I’m not that tired,” he breathed. 

Her smile turned mischievous, and he swallowed audibly. “Well, then. We can start working through those possibilities?”

He was on her before she even finished the question, his mouth hot and hungry, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands on her waist and steering her toward her bedroom. She grinned as he trailed kisses down her throat and then where her t-shirt cut low along her collarbone. She turned them as they made it to the bed and pushed him to sit, breaking his mouth away from where it had been sucking a pretty pink mark. 

She dropped to her knees and ran a firm hand over his cock through his trousers. He was wholly and completely unprepared for the sight of her looking up at him from in between his legs, and he momentarily forgot any and all plans he’d had. She paused to push her hair back out of her face, and he came to his senses. 

“Wait.” She looked up at him, slightly confused. “I wanted to, um—” 

When he didn’t continue, she tilted her head with an encouraging smile. “You wanted to what?”

“I wanted to, um— eat you out,” he said, and he could feel the flush in his ears. “Before. Because I get kind of sleepy after I come, and I— well, I can already tell I’m not gonna last long once you start, um…”

“Blowing you?” she prompted, and now she was just teasing him. 

“Y-yeah.” He ran a nervous hand down his neck. “Is that okay?”

She stood up and stepped closer into his space, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling his head back slightly. “Well, that depends. Did you read up on the literature?”

He returned her teasing smile, already more at ease. “You know I did.”

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before stepping back to pull her shirt up over her head. She smirked at the way his eyes went wide and traveled over her form. His mouth dropped open as he tracked her hands, running down over her bare chest, her torso, and then to the waistband of her sweatpants. She pushed the pants down over her hips and let them pool at her feet, stepping out and back in between his legs. “So, what did the experts say?”

He swallowed audibly as she brought his hands to her chest. “Well, um,” he started, palms cupping her breasts. “Um, firstly— start slow. And vary— vary your attention,” he said, squeezing them lightly and brushing his thumbs over her hardened nipples. 

He looked up at her face for guidance, and she smiled. “Then by all means— give me all the attention.”

He leaned forward immediately, tongue and teeth sucking and grazing and nipping at the soft skin of her breasts. He alternated between the two, drew each nipple into his mouth and moaned a little around them at the way she gasped when his teeth dragged on her skin. Her hands found purchase in his curls, tangling and tugging and holding him against her. He brought a hand down to her waist and pulled her in closer, slid his palm over her lace-covered ass and dug his fingers in, eliciting a very pretty sound from her throat. 

He pressed his mouth once more to the valley in between her breasts, then stood and brought his hands to her face, leaning down to meet her in a soft kiss. He turned to have her sit back on the bed, and she stretched out over the pillows and pulled him down over her. He kissed her again, and then dragged his mouth down the column of her throat. 

“Secondly,” he continued, “work your way down.” He did just that, his lips and tongue drawing out goosebumps and shivers as he moved down her body. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he hooked his fingers into it, and she lifted her hips to allow him to pull them down her legs. 

He started a path back up her legs, kissing her ankles, her shins, her knees. He ghosted his fingers over her thigh, silently asking for permission to continue. She let her legs fall open, and he made himself comfortable in between them. The reality hit him then— that as she opened her legs, she also opened herself up to him— all the most vulnerable and precious parts of her. His breath caught in his throat as he found her gaze on him, soft and sweet and steady. 

He turned his head to kiss a path along her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her center. He fanned his warm breath over her, and then he licked carefully around the hood of her clit, gentle at first. He flattened his tongue on either side of it, then pointed it to flick across once, twice, three times. Her hand immediately came down to tangle in his hair, and her hips twitched as he dragged his tongue flat over it. 

“I don’t really understand the phenomenon of men being unable to find the clitoris,” he remarked, and then closed his mouth around it. 

She let out a long, low moan when he sucked it between his lips, and her grip on his hair tightened. He alternated the suction with the swirl of his tongue around the hood, and she squirmed against the bed. He laid his forearm low across her hips to keep her still, and then he brought his thumb up to swipe at her entrance, and he moaned around her at the feel. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he breathed. He brought his thumb, slick with her arousal, up to her clit and rubbed firm circles over it. “How’s that for pressure? Too hard?”

“N-no, oh— Spence, oh my god,” she whined.

“Do you prefer to rub side to side or in a circle?” He demonstrated each option, and she choked out his name again. 

She drew in a shaky inhale, exhaled out, “Both, both, both.” 

He sucked an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, then looked up to see her staring at him. “Do you like penetration? Or just clitoral stimulation?” he asked, stroking his thumb side to side over her clit. 

She huffed out a breath. “You— god, you can finger me.”

He popped his index finger into his mouth, slicking it with spit and thinking of everything he’d read about it. He teased the pad of his finger around her slit, gathering up the wetness that had spilled out of her. “I’ll start with one? Make sure it’s slicked up, and then you can tell me if you’d like me to add another?” 

She hummed in agreement, and he began to press inside of her. She took his finger easily, and he dropped his forehead to her thigh. “God, you’re— you’re so tight.” He withdrew his finger and then slipped it back in, groaning at the slickness. “Can you, um— can you tell me if this is— is this doing anything for you?” He probed gently, searching for the spot inside her that he knew might actually be difficult to find. 

“Um— up, up,” she gasped. “Like, curl it up toward the ceiling and then sort of dra-a-a-g, oh, oh, oh.”

He followed her directions, curling his finger up and dragging it on the out stroke, and she was throwing her head back with a moan of his name. He repeated the motion over and over and then brought his mouth back to her clit. Both her hands came down to yank at his hair, and he groaned, causing her hips to jerk against his mouth. 

“M-more, Spence, more, so close,” she whined. 

When he withdrew his finger, he slipped a second one in beside it and then continued the curl-drag-thrust pattern while sucking and swirling his tongue around her clit. Her moans increased in frequency and volume, and he felt her squeeze impossibly tight around his fingers. He rutted into the bed as her grip on his hair held him still against her clit as she came. 

She let out a final gasp of his name, and then she relaxed around him and her grip on his hair went slack. He slipped his fingers out of her, stared at them in relative awe as they glistened with her come. He sucked them into his mouth to clean them off, relatively surprised by how much he enjoyed the taste. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over her, cleaning her up and savoring the way she lingered in his mouth. 

“Shit, Spence,” she mumbled, grasping at his shoulder. “C’mere.”

He lifted his head and wiped his forearm across his chin. He watched her eyes go a little wide, and then she was dragging him up her body and crashing their mouths together. “You are so fucking hot,” she whispered. “I cannot believe you’ve never done that before. Such a good listener, baby.”

His hips canted forward desperately at the praise, and she sighed happily against his mouth. “Wanna blow you.” 

She pushed gently at his chest and he sat back to let her up. She slid off the bed and tugged on his hand to move him to sit with his legs off the side. “Can we take some things off?” she asked, gesturing to his fully clothed form. 

He nodded, and she popped the button on his trousers while he started on the button up. They made quick work of both, and she dragged his pants and underwear down in one motion. He shrugged out of his shirt and she took a step back to take him in. 

“You’re so pretty, Spence.” She dragged her finger up from his knee, over his thigh, the trail of hair on his tummy, his chest, his throat— her eyes tracking the motion. He watched her face as she did so, the way her pupils dilated with lust and her tongue came out to wet her lips. She finally settled on his face, smiling and leaning forward to press her lips to his. 

When she broke the kiss, she brought both hands up to cradle his face. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. If anything doesn’t feel good, just say so. You can put your hands on my head, pull my hair, whatever you like. If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“Okay,” he rasped. 

She kissed him again, and then dropped to her knees and took him in hand. The vision of her— naked, post-orgasm, looking up at him with his cock poised at her mouth— was so absolutely and gloriously filthy that he almost came on the spot. 

“You’re so big, Spence.” The wonderment seeped into her voice, and he couldn’t help but swell a little with pride. Her warm palm stroked over him, root to tip, and he fisted his hands in the duvet. “What was step one again?” she asked. 

“Um. S-start slow,” he recalled. 

She hummed in agreement, and then trailed the fingers of her free hand over the inside of his thigh. She turned her mouth to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to the other, slowly inching up closer to where she held him in her hand. 

“Your skin is soft,” she murmured. Her nose brushing against the crease of this thigh. She switched sides, moved his cock into her other hand to trail her fingers over where her mouth had been. She sucked a mark into his thigh and then dragged her tongue over it, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

And then she shifted back to the center, flattened her tongue, and ran it up the vein on the underside of his cock. “Oh my god,” he whispered. 

She huffed out a laugh and the way her warm breath cooled the trail of spit she’d left had him shivering. “God, this is gonna be so fun,” she murmured. 

She held his cock up straight with one hand and repeated the motion of her tongue twice more, and then pressed a kiss to the tip. She held her tongue out flat and rubbed it along the underside of the head, running it along the divide between the tip and the shaft. And then she closed her mouth around the head and swirled her tongue around it, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets, and then he felt her free hand tug at his fist. He opened his eyes as she guided his fingers into her hair. She locked eyes with him and then sucked gently on the tip of his cock. He fisted his hand and tugged, and she closed her eyes and moaned around him. 

The vibration of her voice had his hips thrusting forward a little into her mouth, and she pulled back with a grin. He couldn’t even form the words to apologize before she was licking down his shaft and murmuring, “Mm, and vary the attention, right?”

With that, she laved her tongue over his balls, slicking them up with her spit. He realized he’d been holding his breath, sucking in a gasp as she sucked one of them into her mouth. She hummed around it and then let it out with a soft pop, moving to draw the other one in. He hadn’t even considered that he would enjoy having his balls in her mouth, but now that they were there he knew he’d literally never stop thinking about it. 

She pulled back to take a breath, bringing a hand up to cup and massage his balls and stroke over his length at the same time. “Step two?” she prompted, looking up at him from in between his legs. 

“Work your way down,” he reminded her, petting over her hair in awe. 

“Ah, yes.” She brought her mouth back to the tip, sticking out her tongue and rubbing it along the sensitive spot just under the head. She kept her mouth open and held him in hand, alternating between wet kisses and swirling her tongue. And then she sucked it into her mouth, still moving her tongue back and forth as she started to sink further down his length. 

In his mind, he was singing her praises from the metaphorical rooftops, but in reality, her mouth was so hot and wet that all he could do was stare stupidly at the way his cock disappeared between her lips. She continued to massage his slick balls in her free hand as she took him in, inch by inch. Each time she pulled back to suckle the head, she stroked the circle of her other hand over the spit-covered length of him. 

On the next pass down, he felt the head of his cock press into the back of her throat, and his hands shot to her hair, holding tight. “Holy shit, Y/N, I—” he choked on the rest of the sentence as she took him an inch further, then simultaneously sucked and pulled back to the tip.

She tapped the tip of his cock to her spit-slick smile, kissing it teasingly. “Do you wanna tell me what to do?”

“M-more of that,” he begged, watching as she dragged her lips down the side of his cock. 

She chuckled, and the way it buzzed against the side of his cock had him short of breath. “Yeah— I thought you’d like that.” She pumped his length with her hand and then held her tongue out flat, bobbing her head until he hit the back of her throat. 

When she pulled back, he watched a trail of spit drip down her chin, and felt his cock twitch at the idea of her quite literally drooling over him. He barely resisted the urge to pinch his thigh, not willing to wake himself up if this was actually a dream. He brought a hand to her chin and used his thumb to gather the spit, and then brought it up to suck it into his mouth. 

Her mouth dropped open as she watched him swallow, and he briefly began to panic, but then she was surging upward to slot her mouth over his in a hot kiss. “How is everything you do so fucking hot?” she murmured against his lips. 

“I could say the same for you,” he countered, kissing her again. 

“I want you to come in my mouth, okay?” she asked. 

He nodded vigorously. “Shit, yeah, yeah.”

“Don’t hold back,” she demanded, and then she was dropping back down to take him in again. 

She left her mouth open, tongue laid flat, and took him into her throat— once, twice, three times. She choked around him and then pulled back to take a breath. She repeated this pattern again, and again, occasionally sucking on the head or even grazing her teeth just so. Spencer held her head between his hands, staring down at her with reverence. He couldn’t stop the litany of praise falling from his lips— mostly just gasps and moans of her name, but occasionally he found the mental capacity for so beautiful, or perfect mouth, or so good, baby. 

He could feel his orgasm drawing closer with every press into her throat, so incredibly tight that it was dizzying. She pulled all the way off to jerk his cock, a tight circle of her fingers gliding along his length with a squelching sound. She squeezed the base of him, dropped her hand to tug at his balls, and sunk her mouth down his length, holding him in her throat and swallowing, moaning low and long around him. 

She looked up at him then, and it was that which finally brought him over the edge— not that she was on her knees with his cock in her throat, but that she didn’t look away as he came undone. The fact that she was paying such close attention to him coupled with the trust and vulnerability required for this moment was too much to handle. His orgasm hit him like a train, his toes curling and fingers twitching in her hair as he came. She continued swallowing around him, and he fought to keep his eyes open, not willing to miss a single second of this moment. 

When he was finished, she slowly drew back, sucking gently along his softening length and pressing a kiss to the head. He did close his eyes then, cradling her head in his hands and rubbing his thumbs along her cheeks. She used his thighs as leverage to pull herself up, and he heard her suck in a sharp breath. His eyes shot open to see her rubbing at her knees— red and a little raw. 

“I’m sorry, I should have— I could have gotten you a pillow.” He pulled her closer and replaced her hands with his own, soothing the marks. 

She laughed and brushed a reassuring hand over his hair. “Occupational hazard.”

The scratchy rasp of her voice had his cock twitching. “I know I don’t have anything to compare it to, but you’re unbelievably good at that.”

She brought her hands to his face, tilting it up to meet his eyes. “You’re not the only one who reads the literature.” 

Her even tone and steady gaze proved she wasn’t teasing or mocking, and he fell just a little bit deeper in love. He met her halfway in a kiss that was infinitely and luminously sweet and wondered just what in the world he was going to do about that.

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How to Apologize

Spencer x Luke x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You can’t believe that for the four months since you’ve joined the team, and have been relentlessly flirting with the two hot agents, no one thought to tell you that they were together. Luke and Spencer decide they should apologize to you with an impromptu, late-night visit.

Category: Smut. Essentially pwp. A little fluff and a dash of angst if you squint.

Warnings: Cussing. Alcohol mentioned. Fingering (vaginal and anal), oral (male and female receiving), protected penetration, double penetration. Use of condoms and lube.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Welcome back to episode three of me being in love with Ralvez. I’ve just really been in a mood for them lately, so I hope you enjoy what my mind comes up with when I just keep thinking about them ;)

You’ve got to be shitting me.

You couldn’t believe it. Luke and Spencer were together, and had been for over a year now. You’d only been on the team for about four months, all of which you spent unabashedly flirting with both of them.

Everyone knew it, too. It wasn’t like you were particularly quiet about expressing how much you enjoyed their company, and how easy they were on the eyes. It was fun for you, and you thought it was fun for them. They both seemed kind of into it, and the team found it a little funny.

Now you’re understanding why they found it funny. Because the whole time, you’d been embarrassing yourself by flirting with taken men. And they weren’t just taken. They were dating each other.

“You’re joking,” you said, with absolutely no humor. You were sitting on a barstool looking around at the shit-eating grins around you. They all shook their heads.

Your mouth was agape, “You’re fucking joking. You all saw this happening and not one of you had the decency to tell me!? This is bullshit!”

This just caused more laughter to erupt around you. Luckily, the bar you were at was pretty noisy, so not too much attention was drawn to your group.

“Honestly?” Emily started, “We just wanted to see, you know, as a profiler, how long it’d take you to figure it out.”

“And we,” Luke hopped in, gesturing to him and Spencer, “Wanted to see how well we could control our microexpressions.”

“This is some shit,” you mumbled to yourself, still wrapping your head around what was being said. You were trying to be light-hearted about it, and you had to admit it was a pretty good one they pulled on you, but you still felt a little insulted. And embarrassed. Oh god, you felt really embarrassed. Especially now that you knew they were ‘testing your skills’ or something, and you weren’t good enough to pick up on their relationship. You offered a disbelieving smile and shook your head. “You know what? I’m disinviting myself from this, and I’m going to go home, because otherwise… Actually let’s not talk about what would be happening otherwise.” The whole team gave you some strange looks at that comment, and you just took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’m just gonna go.”

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Tara called after you. You turned to face her. “We meant no harm by it!”

You laughed and acknowledged, “Oh, I know! I just think that maybe I should do a little mental detox now that I know I need to cool it.” You winked, trying to make everything calm and casual so that there would be no weird feelings when you returned to work on Monday.

But you definitely had weird feelings. About the deliberate joke that led you down a very deep rabbit hole, about the fact that you couldn’t just ‘detox’ the two men from your mind, and about how long they let the joke mess with your feelings.

It didn’t matter, though, because Spencer and Luke were together, and the last thing you wanted to do was make things complicated.

You were seated on your couch with a glass of wine watching reruns of your favorite show when you heard a knock at the door. You were in your pajamas, a navy tank top with matching shorts, and had been home for nearly two hours. It was a little past midnight, and you were actually about to go to bed. You couldn’t figure out who was at your door, and why the hell they’d be there past midnight, but one look through the peephole gave you clarity.

Two tall, handsome, nervous figures stood, waiting for you to answer. You sighed, unlocking the bolt and pulling the door open. You had the slightest idea to grab a jacket or something to throw on over your pajamas, but you were no longer trying to impress the agents before you.

“Hey guys,” you croaked, voice sounding tired.

Spencer and Luke were still acting a bit nervous, but Luke gave you a small smile. “Hey Y/N. May we come in?”

You gave them a once over, realizing they were both in large, matching, burgundy robes. You were confused, and gave them a strange look, but stepped to the side regardless. They quickly scampered into your apartment.

Once inside, Luke shut and locked the door, standing in front of it. You waited for them to say something.

Instead, they looked at each other, took a deep breath, then undid their robes, dropping them to the floor. They were completely and utterly naked.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, unable to peel your eyes away from the two of them.

They both smirked slightly at your reaction, and Spencer brought your attention back to his eyes when he said, “We figured we needed to apologize.”

All you could manage was a weak ‘uh-huh.’

“As long as you were serious about some of the things you said-” Luke started.

“And were actually flirting with us because you liked us-” Spencer continued.

“We wanted to show you that we were serious and flirting with you, too,” Luke concluded.

Again, all you got out was an ‘uh-huh.’ They looked at you expectantly, so you picked your jaw up off the floor and forced your brain to say something more helpful. “Yes, I was dead serious, yes, I was actually flirting with you, and, to answer your next question, yes.”

“The last yes was for what?” Luke half-teased.

“Whatever the fuck is happening right now,” you gestured to their bare forms, “yes.” They both laughed slightly, and just as Spencer was about to take a step toward you, you held up your hand. “Hold on, wait. I know you said you were serious, but is this something the two of you actually want, or is this just out of pity?” you asked skeptically.

Luke’s eyes went wide, “We actually want this.”

At the same time, Spencer said, “This is not out of pity.”

They seemed sincere, and that was good enough for you.

This time when Spencer stepped toward you, you didn’t stop him. His lips latched on to yours, and you immediately sank into his warmth. His lips were soft and his tongue was energetic, searching every part of your mouth it could reach. Luckily for you, he was already stark naked, giving you free reign to explore his bare chest.

As Spencer was exploring your mouth, Luke came up behind you and started lifting your shirt off your frame. His hands felt nice, just barely brushing up against your cold sides. You and Spencer had to part, but only for a moment, as Luke pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side.

You already felt like you couldn’t breathe, but when Luke seductively trailed his fingers up your sides and around between you and Spencer to start toying with your nipples, you thought you might never breathe again. Spencer started kissing down the column of your throat, sucking slightly at each point. Without Spencer’s mouth to absorb the sound, they could both hear the small gasps and whimpers you made at each touch.

Luke was firmly at your back, his hot chest pressed up against your shoulder blades, or maybe the fire radiating from them was all in your head, you couldn’t quite tell. Spencer wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you all the way to him, leaving barely any room for Luke’s fingers to continue their ministrations. You made a snarky remark in your head about how you weren’t surprised about Spencer’s possessiveness, until he reached behind you. Luke groaned in your ear shortly after Spencer squeezed your ass and continued his trail to the growing bulge behind you. Spencer was quite good at multitasking. Kissing, sucking, stroking… That didn’t surprise you, however. You knew how fast his mind could work, and how it always seemed to be thinking about multiple things at once.

It didn’t really surprise you either that Luke was less good at multitasking. Still amazing, but not like Spencer. With that in mind, you decided to turn the attention of the group a little bit. You turned in Luke’s now still arms, back against Spencer’s chest. You gave Spencer enough room to continue massaging Luke, but you did lean forward enough to plant your lips on his.

Luke’s kiss was different from Spencer’s. His lips were plump and captivating, and his tongue was a bit more languid than Spencer’s, granted that could’ve been because most of his attention was being drawn elsewhere.

“Wait,” Luke panted, pulling away from you. You and Spencer both immediately stopped what you were doing and looked up at him. “Bedroom?”

You tilted your head in the direction of the door down hall, and the three of you moved like it was a mad dash to get there first.

Once inside, Luke’s lips reattached themselves to yours, and he walked you backwards toward the bed, hands on your waist. They traveled lower, over your still-clothed ass, and spread flat on the back of your thighs. Somehow, you knew what he wanted, lacing your fingers together behind his neck and jumping into his sculpted arms. He swiftly strode the rest of the way to the mattress and plopped you down, following quickly with his own body. Your legs were partially wrapped around his middle and his hands were back on your waist again, this time toying with the waistband of your pajama shorts. You had a fleeting thought about how you wished you were wearing any of the cute lingerie pieces in your drawer, but before ten minutes ago, you never thought the situation you were currently in would even be possible, let alone happen. It wouldn’t matter much longer anyways, as Luke’s fingers were pulling away the remaining garments.

Now, completely bare in front of him, Luke pulled back to admire you. Spencer was at his side, also eyeing you, but wasn’t quite as patient. He crawled up the bed, looking you straight in the eye. You nodded to him, your silent consent for him to lower his head, placing delicate kisses all around your neck and chest. He was back to doing what he had only moments ago, only this time he travelled farther down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. You took a shuddering breath, weaving your fingers into his shaggy curls.

Luke stood, admiring the sight. His boyfriend was hunched over their mutual crush, drawing the most arousing whines from your mouth. It went straight to his cock. But, while this was definitely a mutual pleasure situation, it was also a way to make it up to you. He wanted to make sure you got all the attention first before going any further.

With that in mind, Luke joined the two of you, his focus a little farther south than Spencer’s. You’d been so caught up in the feeling of Spencer’s tongue and teeth nipping at your peaks that the feeling of Luke’s fingers circling your clit drew a dramatic gasp from your lungs. You tugged a little harder on Spencer’s locks, causing him to moan into your skin. You made a side note to yourself about hair pulling for Spencer for future reference. You were optimistic that you’d need it.

Luke started gradually picking up the pace on your clit as Spencer switched his attention to the neglected breast. You knew that you were already pooling, and despite not being able to see anything past Spencer’s mess of hair, you could tell that Luke was pleased. His index finger circled around your entrance, one, two, three times before pushing in. Your back arched off the sheets, pushing your nipples further into Spencer’s mouth and palm. Your jaw hung open in a silent moan.

Spencer noticed, and teased, “Come on, you’re usually not this quiet when it comes to expressing how much you enjoy our company.”

Luke leaned up, finger still pushing in and out of you, to see your face. He barely caught what Spencer was referencing, as you were trying to snap your jaw shut, and smirked down at you. He turned his head to the side and started kissing up the side of Spencer’s neck, who habitually craned it to the side, providing more access. Luke added a second digit, scissoring them inside you. Spencer hummed happily at the little hickies Luke was scattering all over his neck, and you felt the heat in your belly start to burn. God, it was so fucking hot, in every sense of the word.

Luke curled both of his fingers upwards, hitting that perfect spot, as he latched his lips to Spencer’s. With the combination of the sight and both men’s ministrations, you fell over the edge.

You squeezed your eyes shut, only a little disappointed that you couldn’t continue looking at them, as your lungs expelled any air you had in your chest.

When the waves of pleasure had mostly subsided, you managed to lift your eyelids, peering up at the sight above you. Luke and Spencer were still attached at the mouth, but they pulled away, Spencer laughing a little while Luke just grinned.

“Remind me to always kiss you like that when we have guests,” Luke said to Spencer, then winked at you. You gave a weak shrug, still too blissed out to form coherent sentences. It wasn’t your fault that the two people you’d been fantasizing about kissing on top of you turned you on. No way in hell you were ashamed about it, either.

Still laying there a bit dazed, the fluffy haired boys rolled over, taking all the heat with them. Spencer was hovering over Luke, tracing his tongue down Luke’s defined muscles before reaching his destination.

Spencer wasted no time running his flattened tongue up and down Luke’s length before sucking at the tip. Luke ran his fingers through Spencer’s hair, and both seemed to relax into each other. Despite the explicit sight in front of you, everything about the two of them, clearly starting to drift into their own world, was domestic. Caring and filled with love. You almost didn’t want to disrupt them, but the overpowering need to be near them won out.

Spencer’s lower half was over the edge of the bed, his toes being the only thing holding him up and giving him a vantage point. You slid off the bed yourself and tried to soundlessly move behind the younger man, coming to rest in a squat.

Spencer was getting Luke all worked up, raspy grunts mixing with satisfied hums as Spencer bobbed his head up and down. His movements came to a screeching halt when you leaned up against the foot of your bed and swiped your tongue quickly over Spencer’s tip. He let out a soft whine, muffled by Luke’s skin, who took a sharp inhale at the vibration.

Spencer’s dick was hard and spilling precum as you worked it into your mouth. His hips started moving of their own accord, forcing you to take him deeper, faster. The three of you started a steady rhythm that was already faltering. Both men were getting close.

Propped up only on your toes, you almost lost your balance once, digging your nails into Spencer’s side for support. He growled, and just because you could, you dragged your nails down the rest of his backside. All of the muscles tensed at once, and you smiled as best you could with your mouth full, moving your hands back to work what your tongue couldn’t.

Abruptly, Spencer pulled his hips back from you, and crawled further up the bed. You followed, getting up from your spot on the ground. Your toes, on the brink of cramping, weren’t complaining.

You realized why Spencer had pulled away so quickly, catching Luke coaxing Spencer into his lap. Even though they were in a slightly different position, it didn't stop you from what you’d been doing before.

Right as Spencer got situated on Luke’s cock, just starting to roll his hips, you took Spencer back in your mouth. You had one foot on the ground, the other knee next to Luke’s torso. Spencer was louder than you’d expected, letting curses and praises fly past his lips as if they were statistics of the utmost importance.

Luke was less vocal, but he seemed more coherent. Barely.

“Come here, baby,” Luke panted. Pulling off Spencer for a moment, you looked back at Luke. His face was already glistening, and he was gesturing toward your legs. You lifted the one closest to him, and he eased it over his head. Straddling his face, he pulled you down to him, licking a clean stripe up your slit. You moaned his name, letting your head hang.

He was just so warm. Everything about Luke was warm. His personality, his face, his tongue and mouth and literal body temperature. It made you feel safe. Thinking that, you realized just how perfect he was for Spencer. You could tell Spencer wasn’t someone who experienced warmth very frequently, you’d heard about his cold past, but you were happy that there was finally someone to show him some. It made you feel even more embarrassed that you hadn’t noticed their relationship sooner.

Lost in thought, you’d stopped doing anything besides feeling Luke’s tongue alternate between pushing into you and swirling around your clit, something Spencer was less excited about. His large hand cupped your face, causing you to look up into his pleading eyes. You stifled a giggle at the sight, quickly figuring out why he was looking at you like that. You returned to tracing your tongue up and down his cock, but it was becoming much harder to focus.

Luckily, you could feel how close Spencer was to finishing, and gave him the silent ‘okay’ to finish in your mouth.

Hot ropes of cum filled your throat, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes when Spencer pushed all the way into your mouth. You were gasping for air when Spencer leaned back from you, and so was Luke as he desperately called Spencer’s name. He must’ve been close when Spencer momentarily stopped moving to find his own release.

The pressure between your hips was building as you continued to watch Luke disappear inside Spencer. You started wriggling your hips for more friction against Luke’s mouth and slight scruff, but Luke wouldn’t let you. He wrapped his arms almost completely around your waist, and pulled you down like an anchor. No matter how much moving you did, there would be no getting out of his grasp, not like you really wanted to anyway.

You couldn’t tell which one of you finished first, but your collective moans filled the air all the same. You whined at Luke who continued to lick up every ounce of moisture from you, the sensations starting to become a little too much.

He let you go, and you took a moment or two to deep breathe, forcing oxygen back into your lungs. Once Spencer thought you’d gotten sufficient air, he took it all away from you again, leaning down to kiss you. He tasted himself on your tongue, which only made him relive the fresh memory over again.

He peppered little kisses down your neck and side, which was a tad ticklish. Spencer caught on despite you trying to keep yourself together, noticing the slight flinching in your muscles. He spent extra time working you up until you were laughing and begging him to stop.

Spencer was working his way down to Luke, who’d been absentmindedly massaging your cheeks for no other reason than he wanted to touch your tush.

You weren't sure how, but the two tall men were able to kiss each other around you, Luke sitting up and Spencer leaning forward. He got to taste you off of Luke’s lips, and was almost jealous that he didn’t decide to take Luke’s spot instead.

You leaned into Luke’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder and reaching behind you to thread your fingers through his soft curls, much shorter than Spencer’s but fun to play with nonetheless. They kissed each other with more passion than you’d really ever seen before, one hand touching the other man, their other hand tracing the curves of your body. You felt like you could fall asleep in the exact position you were in, half on Luke’s lap, half on Spencer’s.

But alas, there was still plenty of night to fill. Spencer asked if you had any lube and condoms, and you were about to get up and get them, but both men kept you where you were. You started wondering how much the two of them talked about or planned before showing up at your door, but decided those were questions for a later hour.

You directed Spencer to where both were kept while Luke turned you around to face him. You had a very quick discussion about cleanliness, something you were relieved to find out wasn’t an issue for any party, and Luke was sliding on a condom and pushing into you before you knew it. Pregnancy wasn’t something you were looking for at the moment.

Luke had been doing most of the work up until Spencer returned, his presence really only being a shifting of air behind you. Your eyes were locked on Luke’s eyes which were flicking between you and the man behind you.

It took you all the way up until Spencer’s hip bones came in contact with your ass that you realized what Spencer wanted the lube for. That and the guttural groan that ripped itself from Luke’s chest. At that point, Luke had stilled his thrusts up into you, so you decided to keep the pace, bouncing up and down on Luke’s ever-hardening dick. You braced yourself with a hand on his chest, his skin feeling like it might melt your fingertips.

Spencer snaked his hands around your body, cupping your breast in his hands and rolling your nipples around between his fingers. Spencer, you were convinced, had bad circulation, feeling colder than you and Luke. You arched your back into him regardless, giving him full access to nip down your neck as he continued to pound into Luke. You had barely noticed the slowing of your hips atop Luke’s until Spencer placed his hands on your waist with a bruising grip. He set a much faster pace for you and Luke than either of you had set before, but you couldn’t be mad. Each thrust pushed you further and further toward the edge.

That all stopped when Spencer lightly leaned you over Luke’s body, Luke gladly accepting by pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around your back. The three of you were still moving, but only in the slightest way you could from your positions.

With your face buried in Luke’s neck, reveling in the momentary reprieve of a slower pace, Luke must’ve been looking at Spencer who was tracing all sorts of patterns on your ass. You felt like there was a silent conversation you were being left out of.

You were clued in when Spencer traced a single finger right over your puckered hole, all the muscles contracting at the sudden contact. Luke whined at the tension, as he was still completely sheathed inside you.

Spencer lightly continued his tracing, close but not too close, as he leaned over your back and asked, “Is it okay if I touch you here?” He emphasized his words with another swipe over your hole. This time, you were a bit more prepared.

You twisted your neck around to look at Spencer’s face. It was soft and questioning, showing you that, while he was interested, he clearly wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want to. But you were intrigued. You’d only ever tried it once before with a definitely straight man, and it was just medium. Nothing you had really considered doing again until now, but you trusted Spencer. And honestly, who better to give it a second chance with than someone who knew what he was doing? Not only that, but frequently participated in it with his boyfriend?

You nodded, looking him straight in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Let us know if you are ever uncomfortable or need us to stop,” Luke reminded.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded again. “I will.”

Now with confirmation from you, Spencer dripped some of your lube at the top of your ass, watching it roll all the way down to where you and Luke were connected. Luke had stopped moving completely, and you were staying still enough for Spencer to slowly push a finger into you. He confirmed with you one more time that you were okay, which you assured him you were, before he started moving.

He was nice and slow to start, allowing you time to adjust to the feeling. As Luke started rocking back and forth with his hips, Spencer added a second finger, scissoring them to help stretch you out. You hissed at the added pressure.

Both men started moving a bit faster, pulling gasps out of you faster than you could bring air back in. You were surprised that you whined when Spencer removed his fingers, not realizing how much you were actually enjoying yourself. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but didn’t have to worry for long when the familiar ‘pop’ of the lube cap let you know it had been opened.

A few moments later and Spencer was filling you up at a tantalizing pace. Luke slowed again, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. The man at your back pulled clean out of you, drawing yet another whimper, as the one below you placed his firm hands on you back and rolled the two of you to the side.

Spencer was at your back again, already pushing back into you as Luke pulled your top leg over his hips, giving both men better access.

It started out slow and sensual, but gradually turned into something desperate and frantic. Hands were groping over bodies, mouths were attaching themselves to any lips or skin available. Spencer was massaging your tits from behind and Luke hand his arms draped over your hips to bring you closer to him with each thrust by your ass. The three of you were a mess of limbs and moans, each trying to meet your end.

Spencer came first, sloppy thrusts coming to a halt behind you, and tried to muffle his groans in the flesh of the base of your neck. It didn’t help much. You were right behind him, the brutal pace they had been pounding into you becoming too much. You were worried you might have blown Luke’s eardrum out with how closely you were screaming next to him, a sound your neighbor was sure to mention when filing a complaint you couldn’t care to feel guilty about.

You and Spencer were floating down from your highs, but Luke wasn’t as satisfied. He pulled out of you, cold air hitting your body and sending a shock through your system. His lips were on yours quickly, which had you melting again.

He growled in that deep voice of his about turning you around, which made you feel all tingly until he actually did it. It took more effort than you care to admit to simply change sides, facing Spencer now. It was good to look at his face again. You had absolutely no problem with Luke’s (who would?), but you wanted to look at them equally. Unfortunately, you weren’t born with eyes in the back of your head.

You were back in the same position you’d been in, just this time your other leg was propped up on Spencer’s more pronounced hip bones and not Luke’s. Spencer quickly took advantage of getting to see your face head on, capturing your lips with his. His tongue slid into your mouth when you gasped at the feeling of Luke entering you from behind. It was a bit easier for him to slide in, Spencer having already stretched you out. Luke joined Spencer as they both kissed down your neck, only stopping briefly to kiss each other.

The slightly younger man trailed all the way down to your breasts, taking your nubs in his mouth or fingers. Luke was still marking up your neck, brushing his fingers down your sides. With each of his thrusts, your heat was grinding against Spencer’s length, which you felt continually get harder. He looked into your eyes and you whispered the few words of your consent, not being able to get anything else out.

He bucked his hips up into yours, having no trouble as you were still wet from your previous orgasm and your impending one. The feeling of the two of them pushing and pulling inside you, hitting different spots from different angles, you knew you weren’t going to last long. It just felt so good to be completely filled up to the hilt.

Needing something to grasp on to, your fingers immediately found Spencer’s curls. You remembered from earlier he seemed to like it, so you tugged, pulling a delicious groan from his pink and puffy lips. You felt Luke’s labored breath on your ear, and with the few brain cells that were still working, you could tell that the three of you were very, very close.

You snapped first, clawing your nails down Spencer’s back, and the feeling seemed to be enough for him. The sound of his love and his crush moaning in harmony pushed Luke over the edge, joining your symphony.

The three of you laid there panting before both men got up to remove their condoms. Luke came back with a towel to wipe you clean of yourself, Spencer putting the lube back where he found it. Luke tossed the towel to the side, laying down next to you. Spencer walked back into your room on slightly shaky legs, which made you smile just a bit. He, too, collapsed next to you. You were able to see all the red marks on his back and thighs from your nails, and you almost felt bad for not spreading the wealth around a little more, only Spencer’s skin receiving the assault.

Soon, all of your breathing reached a normal level, and Spencer pulled the sheets up over his body, Luke helping him get you under, then sliding under himself.

You sighed with content, then laughed, drawing both men’s attention to you, as if it weren’t already. “Wow. You sure know how to apologize.”

They both chuckled with you, cuddling even closer now.

“So was it worth it?” Luke half-teased.

You pretended to think about it, but replied, cheeky, “I mean, you could have told me sooner, but I guess I don’t mind the two of you needing to apologize.” And to be honest, you hoped there’d be more reasons for apologies in the future.

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Bittersweet Bundle Of Misery - Graham Coxon

Plot: Reader is dating Alex James, and finds herself miserable, but finds comfort in a tumultuous affair with his friend, and guitarist, Graham Coxon.

I will probably do a part 2.

Word count: 5153!

Warnings: Drugs, Alcoholism, Smut, Angst, Smoking

April 1996

Alex loved France. Not only that, but the French loved him, specifically the women. I didn't need to understand his words to recognise the flirty tone in his voice when he spoke to the waitresses, the bar staff, in fact, basically any attractive woman who fluttered her eyelashes at him. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Of course, I knew Alex well, so I was never under the impression that he would be a devout, faithful partner, but I also never expected him to be so explicit in his relationships with other women. We both considered the relationship open, but Alex was the only one who seemed to take advantage of that situation.

I found solace in hanging around with Graham. The tour was stressful. We both struggled. We all drank, but for Graham it was a necessity. I spent more time with Graham than with Alex, but of course he didn’t care. The words “jealous” and “possessive” were not in his vocabulary, but then again, neither was “monogamous”.

I was tired and miserable. The venues where the band played could be stubborn about sound-checking themselves. This resulted in a lot of arguments, as I was strictly instructed that the band were only to have their own sound technician (me). Alex and Damon could be rude. Since I’d been dating Alex, nobody took my work seriously. I stopped being a technician with almost seven years experience on tour, and became “Alex’s girlfriend helping out”. The crew could be horribly sexist at times. Even Ivan dismissed me when I brought him a problem.

“Get one of the other technicians to look at it,” he said, after I told him that one of the venue’s sound guys had wired the bass into a guitar amp and not the subwoofer. He must have turned up the volume to compensate for the sound and blown the speaker.

“I know what I’m doing! I’ve worked with this band for years!” I ended up snapping. I heard one of the roadies mumble something about a period and it sent me over the edge. Sometimes I got so angry it was like I didn’t have control over my impulses anymore. I told them all to fuck off and stormed out the room, kicking the door with a tremendous thud as I left. After I’d cooled down and returned, the crew tiptoed around me like I’d overreacted. After the gig, Ivan came over to speak to me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine you. You’re one of the best sound techs we’ve had,” he apologised, giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. I appreciated the apology, it was the first one I’d had since the tour began.

Alex and I had an argument that night. We argued often, but this was explosive. He came into my room, coked up and horny, sitting next to me on the bed and pressing wet kisses to my neck.

“Are you over your little tantrum?” he asked, kneading my breast a little roughly. I pulled away.

“Little tantrum?” I repeated, surprised at his tactless words. “Everyone has been treating me like shit recently Alex.” He shrugged, running a hand up my thigh over my jeans, toying with my top button.

“Whatever it was. Ivan was trying to help and you just went mental,” he laughed, like it was all a big joke. He pressed his lips against mine and I pushed him away.

“It’s your fault I’ve been feeling like this!” I snapped. “If I didn’t start dating you then people would actually treat me like a professional! All of a sudden Damon is asking the drum tech to check the mic volume before they go on!”

“All of a sudden it’s my fault?” he asked, voice raising slightly. “Just cause you overreacted and bit Ivan’s head off?!”

“You don’t get it Alex! If you were ever actually here you’d understand how I was feeling, but you’re always off snorting lines and banging these fucking French girls!” I shouted at him.

“Well maybe I’d be here more if you actually put out instead of just going off at me!” he yelled back. I stood up, walking across the room with my hair clenched in my fists. I wanted as much distance between us as possible.

“Put out?” I looked at him incredulously. “So you’re only here if you can have sex with me? This relationship only exists so you can rely on me having sex with you whenever you fancy?!” We were both properly shouting now.

“That’s what relationships are! That’s what love is! The only difference between friends and relationships is sex!” he replied, seeing this as perfectly valid reasoning.

“So all I am is sex to you?” I asked, my voice now dangerously softer but still dripping with venom.

“No... That’s not- Stop twisting my fucking words!”

I calmly picked up my cigarette carton and lit one, letting his point ferment.

“Get out,” I spat. He glowered at me, standing up and leaving the room, slamming the hotel room door behind him.

As soon as he left the room, hot tears started spilling down my face, not tears of sadness but of rage. I felt overwhelmed. I smoked a cigarette, then another, the deep inhalation subduing my frustration. I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Piss off Alex!”

“It’s not Alex,” came Graham’s gentle reply. I stood and opened the door, wiping at my cheeks with the back of my hand.

“Gra,” I huffed in relief at his presence.

“I heard you were arguing, I wanted to see you were okay,” he said. It didn’t surprise me he’d heard it. Graham’s room was just across the hall, and we’d not been quiet. “Pub?” he offered, smiling slightly.

“Yeah alright, I’ll just grab my coat.”

We found a small bar not too far away from the hotel. Neither of us spoke particularly good French, but Graham knew enough to order some wine. The Parisians didn’t drink the same way the British did, and both of us were a little too embarrassed to try and order two pints of beer and a pack of cheese and onion crisps. Instead, we sat with a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two glasses, hidden away in a back booth and laughing at our clumsy attempts at the French language.

“It’s so embarrassing walking round with Mr Culture speaking fluent French like it’s the most natural thing in the world, meanwhile I struggle asking the man in the shop for a packet of fags,” I complained, chuckling.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what were you arguing about before?” Graham queried.

“Oh, just...” I paused, unsure whether to tell him or whether he’d just agree with Alex. “Well you know how I lost my temper before?” Graham nodded, sucking his lips into his mouth like he always did when he was listening. “Well he made a joke about it, and it pissed me off. I dunno, I feel so tired and miserable recently, and the way everyone has been treating me like I’m totally incompetent at my job is so difficult. Alex is never there, he just swans around doing whatever he wants, meanwhile I just feel so overwhelmed,” I spilled, not even intending to share that much. Something about the build up of emotions in my life and Graham’s reassuring presence at the end of the table made me feel the sudden need to tell him everything. “I just don’t feel happy anymore.”

“I know how you feel, kind of,” Graham reassured, placing his hand over mine, while I took a large swig of wine. Looking back, I think that was the first moment I thought about kissing him. Of course I didn’t, we stayed out most of the night and then stumbled back to the hotel drunk. But I actually considered that maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad if I was dating Graham, not Alex.

October 1996

I never expected the knock at the door. It was a cold night in mid October, so when I opened the door wearing only a large t-shirt and odd socks, the biting breeze nipped at my bare legs. Graham stood there awkwardly, wrapped up in a fleece lined jacket and his eyes slightly glazed in his drunkness. I didn't ask any questions, just greeted him with a hug that lasted a few seconds longer than usual, then invited him in.

Graham wasn't a happy man, but I myself was hardly a ray of sunshine. I sat down next to him on my old settee, lighting a cigarette and refilling my wine glass. I offered him a glass but he shook his head.

"What's up Gra?" I asked him softly, reaching out to cover his hand with my own. He let out a dejected sigh.

"I can't do it anymore (y/n)," he explained. "The band. I'm starting to hate them all. The press, the tours, the people. It's way too fucking much. Damon won't change the music we do, he's being a controlling bastard, and then Alex, fuck." Graham pulled at his earlobe, something I noticed him do often when he was feeling nervous or stressed.

"What is it?"

"He's out living his playboy lifestyle, shagging around, doing lines, drinking champagne. Meanwhile, you just sit around pretending like everything is fine!"

I dropped my hand from his. I wasn't ready for this criticism, especially not from a man who was currently drunk every second of his life.

"It is fine, Gra."

"No it's not, because he barely gives you a backwards glance when he goes out and I have to watch it," he complained. He turned to me, looking over my face like he was drinking it in. "I think you're so beautiful."

"What?"

"So, so fucking beautiful," he repeated. Graham was bad at eye contact, but right now he was drunk, and looking at me with such a sinful look in his gaze. He glanced over my lips, and the small flip in my stomach as he did was my only sign. There had been moments over the past year where Graham and I had shared similar glances, but neither of us acted on impulse, until now.

I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. Immediately his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and as he deepened the kiss I pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. He assisted my movements, pulling it off to fall lazily on the floor.

His hand travelled down to my underwear, tucking a finger beneath the waistband of my knickers, pausing to see if I stopped him. I did, but only to pull his t-shirt over his head. I had seen Graham without a shirt before, but now I took in his lithe physique and broad shoulders. He slipped his hand to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I gasped at his touch and he leant down to brush his lips against my ear.

“You turn me on so much,” he whispered honestly, slipping two fingers inside me and curling them up. I moaned into his neck, pressing a kiss against it. Alex never really bothered with foreplay so this felt like heaven. After a minute he pulled his fingers out to push me down against the sofa, as I pulled him into another hungry kiss. He pushed his hips against mine and I let out another soft moan while he smiled into the kiss. Soon the desperation over took us and I fumbled with his belt, helping him remove the rest of his clothes before he pulled my t-shirt over my head, drinking in my body.

For a second he tucked his hands into my hair, holding my face behind my ears and stroking me cheeks with his thumb, before kissing me playfully on the nose. He pushed himself inside me with a slight groan, watching my face as I let out a satisfied sigh. I felt so appreciated, the way he looked at me was so tender. Unlike my day to day misery with Alex, this felt so raw, so right. He cupped one of my breasts with his hand, kneading it gently as he softly kissed and nipped at my neck. I felt sweat beading along my thighs, pressed into his body as we lay on the sofa, fully naked with the exception of our socks. He picked up the pace, and I could tell he was trying to control his urge to finish as quickly as possible. He rubbed my clit with the rough pad of his thumb, causing me to let out an unexpectedly loud moan as I clenched around him and my body shook. This brought him over the edge and he finished inside of me with a string of swears. He looked at me slightly panicked.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, and I laughed, nodding, still out of breath and thrumming from my orgasm. He rested his forehead against my own and we lay there for a moment, panting, letting it register what had just occurred. I didn’t feel guilty at all, although I could tell Graham did. Alex had said so many things to me now that I couldn’t feel regret for sleeping with his friend, not when the moment was so sweet. Then he seemed to be pulled back into reality.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, standing up and looking for his boxers. “I didn’t mean to do that, it wasn’t the plan.” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

“The plan? What was the plan?” I asked.

“I was going to tell you I love you, but you weren’t supposed to... You were going to tell me to piss off and then I could lay it to rest. I’m sorry. I’m drunk.” He pulled his boxers up and started looking for his jeans, but I reached out for his hand, pulling him round to look at me. I was still naked, knees drawn up to my chest on the sofa. I saw his eyes soften, his behaviour calm.

“Gra, I don’t want you to go,” I pleaded, my voice coming out a lot quieter than i intended. Alex and I had had another argument, and I was already feeling so lost until Graham showed up.

He paused, looking at out two hands together. I held my breath, waiting for his response. I needed him to make the irresponsible decision. Eventually, he nodded, and I nipped to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back in, clean and wearing a t-shirt and knickers, Graham had settled on the settee with the telly on, he’d also pulled his t-shirt on. I came to sit next to him, and he rested his head on my chest slightly while I began to run my fingers through his hair and he hummed contentedly. The show was boring, a late night crime drama. Within a few minutes Graham was snoring softly on my chest. I sipped my wine and smiled to myself.

November 1996

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Graham rolled over with a groan of pleasure, panting with sweat on his brow. I turned on my side to face him and he pulled a stupid face, still lying on his back. I let out a sigh and turned over, away from him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned, moving closer and pressing a kiss onto my shoulder. One of his large hands rested on my waist and I suppressed the urge to sniffle.

“We don’t love each other though do we?” I said rhetorically.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Well, if we loved each other, then I’d leave Alex and you’d stop drinking so much.” I felt so bad saying it, but it was true. Even as Graham arrived in a better mood today, there was still an alcoholic taste on his tongue. We’d been seeing each other for over a month, and I knew I wasn’t breaking up with Alex any time soon.

“Maybe you’re right, but still, it feels nice to say, doesn’t it?” he pointed out, nuzzling his head into my neck as he ran his hand round to lay against my stomach, pulling my back closer to his chest.

Sometimes it felt like Alex must have known about me and Graham’s relationship, because he suddenly changed last month. Of course, we still argued. He still enjoyed champagne and cocaine and plenty of women, but god he was good at apologising. After arguments he’d always pull off the perfect apology. He’d me out to an expensive restaurant and completely overlook every gorgeous woman there. He’d make a point of telling the waitress that he must be the stupidest man on earth to have an argument with his ‘beautiful girlfriend’ and would try and show me off to every person in the room. Sometimes his apologies were less flashy, sometimes they came in the form of a home cooked croque monsieur in the morning, and kisses all over my face. Alex had the ability to make me feel both completely worthless and wonderfully special, but when he made me feel so special the guilt always tainted my mood.

In fact, it was at this moment a knock came at the door. I sat up in slight panic. Graham looked at me in confusion.

“It must be Alex,” I told him in a hushed voice.

“Shit.”

The knock came again. I pulled on a shirt from the cupboard, padding through my flat to the living room.

“Hey, (y/n). I know your home,” he said through the door.

“Can you come back later, Al?” I asked, doing up a couple of the buttons. “There’s someone here at the minute.”

“No, just open the door,” he persisted. I sighed, walking over and unlocking it. I stood there in a just the oversized shirt and some underwear I’d pulled on. My bedroom door was shut, Alex wouldn’t mind as long as he didn’t know who was in there.

“I’m in the middle of something,” I said slightly exasperated.

“Fucking hell, you look good,” he grinned, looking me up and down before pushing his way past to get into my flat.

“Hey, don’t come in!” I protested.

“It’s fine, love. I left my keys somewhere here, I just came to grab them,” Alex replied, going into the kitchen and picking them up off the side. He walked into the living, cheeky smile on his face. “Hey, can I say hello to whoever is in there?” he teased, stepping towards my bedroom door. I rushed forward, pushing him away while he teasingly stood his ground.

“No you cannot, it’s weird. If I come into yours while someone’s there you look like a philanderer, but when you come here guys think you’re my pimp or something,” I argued, managing to get him across the room toward the front door.

“Okay, fine,” Alex agreed, dropping his hands to around my waist. “Kiss goodbye?” he requested in a silly voice, tilting his head to the side. I rolled my eyes, but agreed. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment, dropping his hand to squeeze my arse jokingly, and I pulled away to give him a lighthearted smack on the arm and hurrying him out the flat.

When I walked back into my room, Graham was still nestled beneath the duvet, his head poking over the top.

January 1997

"You have to be joking, right?" came the surprised voice of Blur's bassist. Alex was stood in the doorway of a backroom at Groucho's. His pupils were like goddamn dinner plates, as per usual, but for once he was acting surprisingly sober for someone so off their tits. We'd been caught, and as Alex cast a disbelieving look between myself and his bandmate my heart dropped down into the bottom of my stomach.

I had been dating Alex James for just about two years, and had known him for four, and although our relationship wasn't defined as such, it was a rather open one. This, however, seemed to be a breach of our agreement. This wasn't a random person, or even a distant friend, this was Graham.

When Alex had walked in, he'd come across a scene that was a little bit more than over friendly. The guitarist had his hand underneath my skirt and was kissing my neck while we laughed drunkly. Of course, then came the interruption, and we had jumped apart at the arrival of my boyfriend. I sat awkwardly, chewing my lip, feeling like a naughty school kid. Nobody spoke. It was difficult to know what to say. There was no chance of convincing him it was less than he thought, I'm sure our guilty faces spoke volumes. After a pause that went on for way too long, I tried to speak up.

"Al-" I began to reason but my voice was cut of.

"No," he interjected. "I can't fucking believe it. You're my mate, Gra. You're in the band. Of course, the quiet, sweet one. Works for you doesn't it? 'Cause this whole time you've been fucking my girlfriend," Alex snapped. I saw Graham look down, his jaw clenched slightly. I wanted to reach for his hand but I knew it wasn't the time.

"Alex,” I warned but he scoffed at me.

"Piss off with that, (Y/N)," he scolded with an incredulous laugh. "Get your stuff from my place tomorrow, but don't come too early 'cause I'm bringing home that blonde girl from the bar tonight," he told me harshly, leaving the room, probably to go practice his lines in the bathroom.

I sat back down next to Graham, my frown mirroring his. I tipped my head onto his shoulder, and he pulled me into him with a comforting arm. It was difficult to pin down my feelings, although guilt was the presiding one. I felt especially guilty for not finding the ability to care that Alex had just split up with me. I felt tears prick my eyes, unable to stop myself from crying. Graham tilted his head to me, brushing the tears from underneath my eyes with his thumb, and pressing a kiss onto my forehead. I tried to pull him in for a kiss, to distract myself from my current feelings, but he turned his head away.

“Now’s not the time,” he told me gently.

February 1997

I didn’t expect to still accompany the boys on the American tour, in fact, I was aware Alex had greatly argued against it, but Ivan had insisted. I was under contract to the record label and familiar with the set up and how the band liked things. I rather have stayed in London to be honest.

Before we left, Blur released their self titled album, kicking it off with a 'secret' gig at the Astoria to a sold out crowd of two thousand people. The mood was so elevated, all tensions seemed to be erased. A huge after party went down. It was packed with Britpop royalty and went completely out of hand. That night I even stupidly assumed that things would go back to normal, water under the bridge.

I only listened to the album two days later. It was totally different to anything they'd done before. I recognised the influence of the underground bands Graham listened to, although the tone seemed slightly ironic. The album seemed fast paced, but then, halfway through the album came an unexpected softer number, Graham's soft voice coming into my living room through a layer of crackly voice effects. The first verse was despairing. I knew Graham was struggling with his alcohol, but I'd been doing so awfully myself that I didn't even realise how bad it had gotten. It was the chorus that really ruined me though; heartwrenchingly honest and bitterly optimistic. I didn't care if he'd written it about me or not, but that last line hit me somewhere deep in my heart and put tears in my eyes. By the time the song had ended I was a sniffling mess on my living room floor and brimming with such a strong sense of love.

We left to France two days later. The crew were acting strange with me. Everyone knew that I’d now slept with two members of the band, and there was lots of implication I was going to try a third. Damon was acting well off with me and usually I found myself sat with Graham receiving glares from both Damon and Alex. We had to go through Paris and then Tokyo before we arrived in the US at the beginning of March. Things were okay when we all got drunk enough, the boys tended to forget about my crimes against the band. We did sing alongs at our hotels. Alex got a bit arsey when Graham fell asleep with his head in my lap in Tokyo, but he’d happily bring girls to drink with us and happily snog them while I was sat there. I didn’t mind, the part of me that cared was so easy to shut off now.

I loved Japan, and the Japanese loved Blur. Damon was particularly popular with his blond hair, blue eyes and pretty face. The reception at the airport was always brilliant. There would always be a crowd of teenage girls desperate for a signature off their favourite band member, I think one of the Gallaghers already said it, but it was like a second wave Beatlemania. I usually sat back with Ivan, watching the boys deal with their fans, especially Graham. While Alex and Damon used a charming smile, Gra always seemed so unsure what he was doing was right. It was very endearing. I wanted to stay as far away from fame as possible.

Me and Alex’s breakup was extremely high profile. Of course, why we split up was a public mystery, only adding to interest levels. We kept our relationship fairly private, although I had experienced the odd incident with paparazzi, but the Blur management team saw great opportunity for promotion with our split. I was hounded by music journalists for weeks, and photos of me suddenly started appearing all over the gossip magazines. As much as I didn’t want to be stuck on tour with Alex, I had to say it was a relief to leave it behind.

Graham still came to my hotel room late at night, but for both of our sakes he left way before the sun rose. That part was the hardest, when he climbed out of bed to get dressed and leave. I’d watch him put on his clothes, peeking my head over the bedsheets and not speaking. He’d press a kiss to my forehead and tiptoe out the room, back to his own. Then I was alone. I think that fear of being alone was what kept me from ending things with Alex, because staring up at the ceiling after Graham left was the most saddening feeling in the world. I couldn’t say I love you to him anymore, even if I did. When I was still with Alex, it was just a phrase, but then it had become an empty promise. I was far too scared to bear my soul to him like that. I think it upset him slightly, when I wouldn’t say it back, but he never mentioned it.

It was moments like that, lying alone in bed and feeling totally isolated, with nothing but the rushing thoughts in my head, that I would have given anything for Alex to burst into my room and pick a fight with me again. Sometimes I wanted him to loose his temper, to see me across the room and to shout at me, to call me names. His willing acceptance of the situation hurt me most. His ability to move on like it was nothing.

March 1997

Things went downhill once we arrived in America. Everyone was jet lagged from the flight and we were mainly travelling around on a tour bus. Being in such close confines did have a habit of getting on everyone’s nerves. I was sharing a tour bus with some other sound technicians, which was a nightmare. I was the only woman on tour, and every morning I got up an hour before everyone else so I could get dressed without being stared at by a group of blokes. Unfortunately, I was also going to bed in the early hours of the morning anyway, so I was feeling twice as exhausted as usual.

Suddenly, Alex seemed a whole lot more pissed at me than before. Any time Graham and I were even in the same room, he would glare until one of us left. He couldn't help but leave snide comments.

The other issue with being on tour was privacy. I barely got a second alone with Graham. Damon had walked in on one of our few opportunities, while Graham had his head between my legs, and aside from it being very embarrassing, since the incident Damon had been twice as off with me as ever before. Eventually, Graham and I settled for cuddles and conversation, this seemed to cause the least tension.

One night in Detroit, we all went out to a bar. I found in America all anyone ever wanted to know was 'what you did'. Of course, this was in reference to career, but I'd recently found entertainment in replying "nothing much". I spoke to lots of American's, receiving regular compliments on my accent. We drank lots, Alex ended up taking a very attractive blonde girl to the tour bus, leaving the rest of us to continue our evening by drinking enough to knock out an elephant. At one point I wobbled outside for a cigarette and some fresh air.

I stood by the back door and the bins, inhaling the smoke and letting the cold sober me slightly. Then, a very drunk Damon stumbled out the pub, proceeding to bend over by the wall and vomit onto the floor and his trainers. I rushed over, putting a hand on his back and trying to shuffle his feet away to avoid where he was being sick. He finished throwing up and swatted me away.

"Piss off (y/n)," he slurred. "It's your fault it's like this." I stepped back, surprised at his words.

"What?"

"You cocked everything up!" he whined, leaning against the wall for support. "You broke Alex's heart, and now he's mad at Gra, and now Gra's in love with you and you're going to hurt him. Fucking hell, (y/n), look at him! Can't you see what it'd do to him!"

I couldn't help it. For what seemed like the millionth time in the past month, tears prickled my eyes. I never usually cried, but now all my emotions lay very close to the surface.

"I don't want to hurt Graham, Dames. I never wanted to ruin anything," I sniffled, taking a drag from my cigarette to try to calm my wavering voice. "I love Gra, I really do, it's just... complicated."

Damon's eyes softened slightly, and then he fell over into his own sick.

[aliendes]

BTS Reaction to Spanking (NSFW) 18+

BTS reaction to spanking

From this ask: tae in your cockwarming reaction...*fans self* bless you for that! could we get a spanking reaction pls?

A/N:  Ah thank you and thanks for sending in the request! I hope you like it! I started this out thinking it wasn’t going to be super smutty, because like spanking doesn’t HAVE to be smutty, you know? But then it ended with the most warnings I think I’ve ever given in a reaction. Whoops. Enjoy!

Warnings: unprotected sex (you know the drill), fingering, public sex (ish), oral (m&f receiving), spanking (obv), cursing, alcohol, jealousy (oops), rough sex, lots of cum, cum eating, cream pie, talk about soft dicks lol, punishment, kind of harddom!Hoseok,  softdom!Namjoon, kind of harddom!Jimin, praise kink, sir kink, shower sex, squirting. Woo, that was a lot.

Word count: 4.5k~ ahhhhhhhh these are getting longer, someone stop me

gifs are not mine!

“Jin!” you hiss as you swat your boyfriend’s hand away as it trails up your skirt, “we’re in public!”

You and Seokjin were at his company's Christmas party and it seems your boyfriend was a few drinks in already if his friskiness was anything to go on. Your back was pushed against the bar of the restaurant the party is being held in, Jin’s front molded to yours as his hands travel up your bare thighs. He pulls away for a second and you think he’s going to back away, but to your surprise, you feel his large hand come back down on your leg with a quick slap, making you jump.

“So?” Jin whispers in your ear, leaning over you and biting at the spot under your ear that he knows gets you riled up, “let me see how wet you are for me, baby.”

“Jin,” you whisper hiss at him again, “knock it off!”

His crooked fingers keep trailing their way up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. His hand travels around your leg and snakes up to your ass cheek, planting another sharp smack to the skin there. You know you’re dripping wet for him, have been since you saw him step out of your shared closet with the tuxedo he currently has on. He knows it, too, judging by the look in his eyes.

“I know you want it, YN,” he moans quietly into your ear, pulling away for a second to stare down at you, “let me see?” You know he’s asking for permission, even in his inebriated state, he wouldn’t do anything that made you truly uncomfortable.

You quickly look around the two of you noticing there are only two other people at the bar and they were involved in an intense conversation. The restaurant was fairly dark, and you’re pretty sure that Jin’s wide frame would block anyone’s view of the two of you. It wasn’t like you were about to fuck on the bar top. Right?

Shyly, you nod your head, making Jin smirk down at you before pecking your lips quickly. Without another word, he leans his face down to suck at the skin on your neck, hand trailing farther up your leg and under your skirt. When his fingertips finally reach the hem of your panties at your crotch, you can feel yourself gush with fresh arousal at the thought of what you were about to do. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel Jin’s fingers swipe at your entrance. Slowly, he starts to swirl his digits around your slit, bringing his slick fingers up to toy with your clit for a second. Both of your hands fly backwards to grab at the bar behind you and your eyes flutter shut. You try to keep your breathing normal as his fingers pick up the pace a bit, rubbing at your bud before pulling away abruptly. Jin pulls his face away from your neck and pops both fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste amazing, baby,” he moans, staring at you through half-lidded eyes, “let’s get you home so I can really taste you.”

Bending down to grab the pot from the bottom cupboard, you grip on the marble countertop above you. You’re rummaging through the cupboard, trying to locate the damn dish you’ve been searching for, when you feel a sharp smack to your ass.

You startle violently as pain blossoms through the skin of your ass cheek. Turning around quickly, you’re met face to face with your smirking husband. Grabbing your now sore ass cheek with one hand, you smack Yoongi’s chest with the other. “Yah! You scared the shit out of me jackass,” you grumble, rubbing at your behind.

Still smirking, Yoongi takes a step forward and leans both hands against the counter behind you, trapping you between his arms. You back up slightly, leaning backwards. Your heart skips a beat as he leans down and captures your lips in his own. Your hands automatically come up and fist in his shirt, deepening the kiss.

You and Yoongi had been married for only three months, and you were still very much in the honeymoon stage of your marriage. Spontaneous kitchen sex was definitely not out of the realm of possibilities. In fact, you two had spontaneous kitchen sex just last week.

Pushing into you harder, Yoongi pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. You can feel his clothed erection grinding against you and you let out a strangled moan at the feeling. Letting go of your lip, Yoongi pulls away and stares down at you. “Turn around, love.”

Immediately, you obey, turning around and gripping onto the cool counter. You hear rather than see, Yoongi unzips his jeans and them falling to the floor, before you feel his cold fingers sneaking into the waistband of your sleep shorts. With one swift movement, he pulls your shorts and underwear down and lets them sit around your ankles on the floor. Without warning, you feel another harsh slap come down on your ass cheek, making you scream out and drop your head against the counter.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he grunts as he swipes his fingers quickly through your slick, “are you ready for me, love?”

You can hear him stroking himself with your wetness and it only spurs you on more, pushing your ass out towards him, earning another smack to your cheek. “Y-yes Yoongi, always ready for you,” you moan as he kneads the meat of your ass in his large hand. He leans forward, cock in hand, and gathers up your juices on his tip before slowly pushing into you. You both moan at the sensation when he bottoms out, giving you a second to adjust to the stretch. “P-please, fuck me,” you whine.

“My pleasure.”

“C’mon, Kookie!” you yell over the loud music, grabbing your friends hand and pulling him onto the dancefloor.

“YN, I don’t think Hoseok likes this,” Jungkook mumbles into your ear, glancing over his shoulder at your glaring boyfriend, “he looks really mad.” Your younger friend actually looked worried for his own safety, making you giggle. You know Hoseok isn’t actually mad at him, you were just trying to rile him up.

“It’s fine, Kook, just dance with me,” you whine, jutting your bottom lip out. You know he can’t say no to your puppy face, and eventually he gives in, letting you dance on him for the next few songs.

Not long after, you feel a warm hand on your upper arm, turning you around where you are met face to face with your fuming boyfriend. You smile up at him before your face drops at the look of actual anger he’s wearing. Jungkook silently sneaks away, trying to avoid the explosive anger that is your sunshine boyfriend when he’s upset. You don’t blame him.

“Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. You swallow thickly, nodding at Hoseok, following after him. Once you are outside of the club, Hoseok turns to look down at you, hand still on your upper arm. Without saying anything, Hoseok pulls you into a waiting cab that he must’ve called while you were dancing with Jungkook. You’re starting to feel a bit like a petulant child as he straps you into your seat and gives the driver your address.

The cab ride was completely silent, the only warning you had for what was to come was Hoseok’s strong hand gripping onto the spot just above your knee. You were trembling with nerves for what was about to happen when you arrived at your apartment. Without speaking, Hoseok brought you upstairs and into your bedroom, lightly pushing you onto your bed. “Strip.” You quickly peel off your dress, bra, and panties until you are fully nude in front of him.

“On your knees,” Hoseok ordered. You don’t question him and immediately pull yourself up onto all fours leaning your head onto your soft mattress. You wait impatiently as Hoseok strips his pants off slowly. After he’s naked from the waist down, he climbs onto the bed behind you, one large hand rubbing softly on the skin of your right ass cheek. You whimper at the contact, knowing it was a ruse, he wasn’t going to be gentle with you tonight. As he rubbed soothing circles over your ass cheek, he began to slowly stroke his already hardened cock. “You’ve been a bad girl tonight, YN,” he coos, “grinding on Kookie like that?” Hoseok suddenly removes his hand from your ass and for a moment you think he’s going to get off the bed, until you feel his large hand come down hard on the meat of your ass. You weren’t expecting such a hard slap, so you startled slightly, jumping forward and letting out a yelp of pain. Hoseok roughly grabs your hips and pulls you back up so you’re on all fours again. “Aw, pretty baby can’t take her punishment, hmm?” he coos sweetly again, “you’re in for a long night if you’re already giving up.”

His hand comes back down again, this time on the other cheek, just as hard as the first, making you whimper at the contact. “I- I’m sorry, Hobi,” you whine, leaning your head down to the mattress, “I didn’t m-mean anything by it.”

Without warning, Hoseok slaps your ass again, harder than the first two times and watches the way your ass jiggles in front of him, his other hand still stroking his now fully hard cock. “You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he grunts, the sound of another slap ringing in your ears, skin stinging, “I know you saw me watching. You wanted to rile me up. Remember, you wanted this, baby girl.”

“H-Hobi!” you scream out as he slaps you again, sending you flying forward, face planting into the mattress.

“You asked for this,” he said as he picked you back up and immediately plunges his thick cock into your weeping pussy, “you don’t get to cum, understood?”

You yell out as the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix, his hips stilling, giving you a moment to adjust. “Ho-Hobi, please, I-I’m sorry,” you sob into the mattress. He knows you would use your safe word if you needed it, so instead of consoling you, he starts pistoning his hips into you relentlessly.

“Take your punishment, baby girl,” he grunts, “if you cum, things will only get worse for you.” He’s panting and sweating behind you as he fucks you into your bed. You bite your lip, tears streaming down your cheeks at the searing pleasure his cock is giving you. You can feel your orgasm building from the way his cock is rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. The little whimpers and moans you let out only spurring Hoseok on. With one last slap to your reddened ass cheek, Hoseok stills inside of you, cock twitching as he releases everything he’s got into your battered pussy.

By the time Hoseok pulls his softening cock from you, you’re whimpering into the mattress, legs shaking from the orgasm that was ripped away from you. Leaning over your spent body, Hoseok cages you in beneath him, both hands on either side of your head. He leans down and places a gentle kiss against your exposed cheek, “Don’t make me mad, baby girl. I hope you learned your lesson. You can finish yourself off, sweetheart.”

You’ve had a terribly long day at work, shoulders aching from the slouching you did at your desk, eyes drooping from your lack of coffee today, and spirits low after your boss yelled at you for not making enough copies of his report earlier. You’re on the subway, only one more stop until you can get off and walk another mile to the apartment you share with your fiance, Namjoon. You smile at the thought. It’s Friday, and you really just need to see him to cheer you up.

Getting off on your stop, you start to make your way home when you hear thunder rumbling in the sky. You let out a sigh at the fact that you didn’t check the weather today, therefore you brought no umbrella with you. You’ve resigned yourself to the fact that today is just a bad day. You’ve still got about twenty more minutes of walking before you’re home. The sprinkling rain turns into a downpour within a few minutes, and by the time you get home, you’re drenched.

Walking through the threshold of your apartment, shoes sloshing and full of water, you drop all of your things near the door. Namjoon appears behind the office door, peeking out at the noise. When he sees your pathetic form, he immediately rushes forward and puts both hands on your shoulders.

“Baby, are you okay?!” he rushes out, leaning down to place sweet kisses on your cheekbones. You smile sadly up at him, mascara running down your face from the rain.

“I’m fine, Joonie,” you sigh, slipping off your ruined flats, “just a bad day. I really just need to forget right now.”

Namjoon nods knowingly, leading you to the bedroom. He gently sits you on the edge of the bed, despite your protests about getting the bed wet. “Take your clothes off, kitten,” he whispers, leaning down and getting on his knees in front of you, “I’m gonna help you forget.”

Your eyes widen, mouth opening slightly as you recognize the glint in his eyes. He was getting into his dominant persona. You smiled softly at him and moved to unbutton your blouse as he got to work on your slacks and underwear. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get yourself undressed, and once you were, Namjoon picked you up and carefully laid you back against the soft sheets and pillows. Once you were comfortable, he leaned his body over yours, pressing his erection into your thigh. You moaned at the feeling as he leaned down to kiss you softly. “Let me take care of you, YN,” he whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck. Instead of replying, you moan out at his words, ready for him to make you forget about your day. “Turn over.”

Quickly, you roll over on the mattress underneath Namjoon so you’re laying on your stomach. You feel him straddle the tops of your thighs as he starts to rub your sore shoulders and down your back. “Joonie,” you moan, “feels s’good.” Your eyes close at the feeling of his strong hands all over you until you feel him trail lower until he’s massaging at the meat of your ass. Soft moans escape your lips with every caress of your skin, and then suddenly, you feel a stinging pain on your ass cheek. You gasp as he spanks you again, and again, and again, his other hand kneading your fleshy globes after each smack. “Joon!” you cry out in pleasure, losing yourself to the sensation of his hands.

“You’re so pretty, kitten, ass all red for me,” he grunts, now massaging your upper thighs, “you’re such a good girl for me, you know that?” You moan at his praise, his hands moving up your thighs until his fingers are prodding at your entrance. “Letting me fuck you open like this,” he sighs as he inserts two fingers into your sodden pussy, his other hand never faltering in his massage. The feeling of him inside you and all around you at the same time has you moaning lewdly into your pillow. His fingers feel like they’re massaging every part of your body, inside and out, and all your tension, your sour mood, everything, washes away until all you feel is Namjoon.  “So perfect, kitten,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “my pretty baby.” You smile as he continues his ministrations, bad day a distant memory.

You feel Jimin’s hand come down again, landing another smack to your already sore ass. When you came to bring him lunch, you hadn’t realized he was doing a live, and accidently interrupted him. You quietly left, leaning against the wall outside the door, patiently for him to finish. Once he was done, he came out and silently ushered you back into the studio, locking the door behind him.

Now, you were naked from the waist down, bent over his knee while he sits in the office chair of the studio, letting him take out his frustrations of the day on your willing ass. Jimin wasn’t a mean person by nature, usually very soft and kind, but he had frustrations just like any other normal person, and he loved to let them out in the bedroom. Or in this case, his studio.

“You love this, don’t you, baby girl?” Jimin grunts from above you, landing another slap on your bare ass, “love being punished.”

“Yes, Sir,” you jolt as he smacks your already red ass once again, “I-I’m sorry I interrupted you, Sir!” you squeak.

Jimin hums in reply, you can tell he’s so far gone already. If you could see his face right now, you’re sure you would see hooded eyes staring down at you, lust written all over his face. You can feel his hardened cock beneath you, confined in his jeans.

“Up,” he groans when you move, “on your knees.” Sliding off Jimin’s lap, you situate yourself between his spread legs, hands in your lap as you wait patiently for his orders. “Such an obedient girl,” he smiles, voice low and gravely, “are you gonna suck Sir’s cock, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir,” you rush out, reaching forward to undo his jeans, letting his incredibly hard cock spring out. You grunt, trying to bite back a moan, at the sight of his long, veiny cock, tip an angry red color and already dripping with precum. You can tell he’s been hard for a while, and painfully so. Immediately you grip onto the base of his cock and slowly take him into your mouth. The moan he lets out is so lewd, so loud, it has your pussy clenching around nothing. As you move your free hand to relieve some of the pressure in your clit, Jimin barks at you to stop.

“No touching yourself, baby girl,” he gasps as you hollow your cheeks and suck around him, “Sir will take care of you later, don’t worry.” His words are sweet, but spoken with no room for argument. You nod the best you can with his thick member in your mouth, and bring your hand up to rest on his thigh. “Good girl,” he moans, bringing both his arms up and folding them behind his head, completely relaxing at your ministrations.

Picking up the pace a bit, you remove your hand from his shaft so you can deep throat his length, sucking him down as far as you can until your nose is touching the soft patch of hair on his pubic bone. Your eyes are watering and you can feel yourself start to gag, but you push through and swallow harshly around him, making him yell out in pleasure, eyes shut tightly above you. You love that you can make him feel this way, make him come undone like no one else can and it’s with that thought in mind that you continue sucking him off the way you know he likes.

Jimin never moves throughout you sucking his cock, relaxing back in his chair, letting out moans and whimpers when your tongue laves over a particularly sensitive spot, completely letting himself go. It’s only when your tongue rolls around his head that he sits up slightly, thighs tensing under your hands, when you realize he’s about to cum. Wrapping your small hand around his large cock, you quickly stroke him to completion, mouth still around his tip. He’s a moaning mess above you, hands coming down to grip on the arms of the chair as he throws his head back and you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth, hot cum spilling onto your tongue and down your throat. You moan at the sensation, swallowing around him, careful not to overstimulate him. Pulling off his softening dick, you lean back and open your mouth, gathering as much of his cum on your tongue as possible, showing it off to him. He smirks down at you and nods, before letting his eyes close again. You swallow his cum and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, sitting back on your legs.

When Jimin composes himself, he sits up in the chair and looks down at you, kneeling, half naked on the floor in front of him, hands in your lap. “So patient, baby girl,” he smirks, looking down at the floor, “you made a mess, darling.” He raises an eyebrow at you as you look down to see a small pool of your arousal underneath where you were sitting. You cheeks heat at the realization when you look back up at him, biting your lip. He smiles at you and offers you his hand, which you graciously take, standing up. He pulls you to straddle him on the chair, hands resting on your hips and rubbing up and down your back. “Thank you, baby,” he whispers when you lean down to kiss his neck, “now let me take care of you, like I promised.”

“I said, don’t move,” Taehyung growls behind you, “or you don’t cum.”

“Tae, please,” you moan into the pillow beneath you, “fingers, please.”

Taehyung has you on all fours, ass in the air, as he toys with your pussy, teasing you with his tongue. He’s been going at it for the last thirty minutes and you’re starting to get tired, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Without warning, his large hand comes down on your bare ass, leaving a stinging sensation behind. You yell out at the feeling, muffled by the pillow below you. “Don’t,” smack, “move.” Another smack. Now you’re a whimpering mess when his mouth meets your pussy again.

You do your best to stay still as you feel his warm tongue lick a stripe from your clit, down to your weeping slit, letting out soft moans at the feeling. When the tip of his tongue finds your clenching hole, he slips it inside, tongue fucking you quickly. “Tae!” you scream into the pillow, earning you another smack from him, tongue still working in and out of you. “A-ah! Tae! I-I’m gonna-”

He pulls away instantly, hands harshly squeezing your raw ass cheeks, spreading you open even further for his hungry eyes. “You gonna cum, princess?”

“Y-yes Tae, please,” you moan, eyes closing at the delicious feeling of his fingers pushing at your entrance.

“Cum on my face, baby,” he says, twisting his digits inside you, “cream my fingers.”

Your breath hitches as his lips capture your swollen clit, sucking harshly on the bud. Unable to hold back any longer, you clench down around his fingers, screaming out a string of curses as he gently bites at your clit. White hot pleasure shoots through your body, starting at your clit and making your toes and fingers curl and tingle. Taehyung’s tongue and fingers work you through your orgasm until he feels your muscles loosen, and he pulls away. Without him holding you up, you collapse on the bed, face first into your pillows as you feel him scoot up the bed and gently lay on top of you. “How was it, princess?”

“Uhhmzing,” you mutter into the pillow. Taehyung chuckles at you, placing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Good,” he smiles, “be ready to go again in five minutes, princess, we aren’t done yet.”

“Lean forward, sweetheart,” Jungkook moans in your ear, cock pistoning in and out of you from behind, “hands on the wall.”

You do as your told, hands pushing against the tiled wall of your shower, forehead leaning against your hands. You can’t help the moans that escape your mouth as he fucks into you even quicker at this angle, lubrication no issue with the warm water cascading over the two of you.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jungkook grunts, hand coming down and landing a soft smack to your ass, making it jiggle for him, “cumming all over my cock.” He looks down to where the two of you are connected, seeing the white cum coat his member with every thrust. It’s almost too much for him, so he distracts himself by smacking you lightly again, earning a moan from you.

“Feels s’good, Kook,” you mewl.

“Yeah? You feel so good, too, sweetheart,” he grabs your hips a little harder, knowing he’ll leave marks there in the morning, and pulls you back so your ass is meeting his abdomen. His cock is so deep in your pussy, you can feel his tip pushing against your cervix as he fucks you. The feeling is sensational, and you’re so lost in the moment that you don’t even realize that you’re cumming again for the third time tonight. Jungkook doesn’t miss it though. He completely stills as he watches the way your pussy flutters around him, squirting clear liquid all over his cock and balls. His lips are slightly parted as he watches you squirt. He’s never made you squirt before, and the thought alone has him emptying himself into your wet pussy. You moan at the feeling of his hot ropes of cum painting your walls white. As you both come down, Jungkook pulls you up with a large hand on your chest, until you’re flush against his back, softening cock slipping out of your folds.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers in your ear, “squirting all over my dick like that. Holy shit, I love you.”

You blush as his words, turning around in his grasp to look down at his crotch. His semi-hard cock is covered in your white fluid, the rest of him glistening with a sheen that couldn’t possibly be from the water of the shower. You bring your hand up to cover your blush, but he reaches out to pull it away. Smiling down at you, he embraces you, “Don’t be embarrassed, that was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smile back at him, “I love you too, Kookie.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Homecoming Part 2: Empirical Evidence (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: you don’t really get along with Satoru (but when did you ever?) and that leads you to drawing two hypotheses. But only one with be tested tonight. 

word count: 2.1k

trigger warning: NSFW because *smut*! 

A/N: We’re back by popular demand with a part 2 of Homecoming! Thank you to @sandyscastle​ for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it :) (omg we literally just talked and I’m so sorry I forgot it was YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS! Please forgive my brain cell; she works overtime these days lol)

Inspired by “Together” by The xx

Soft lips dance along the outer edge of your earlobe, bringing you out of your dreams and into the sunlit room. “You don’t have to speak,” the man behind you whispers. “I know what you’re going to say.” A dragon-tattoo arm snakes around your waist and presses you closer to the body you’re nestled in, heat radiating off of its large figure. You groan, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, but your personal - and very human - alarm clock won’t let you rest a second past your wake-up time. 

“Please,” you moan, rolling over into Suguru’s chest, hoping this show of affection would keep his incessant fingers roaming around your body and therefore, both of you in bed. But you were sorely mistaken. 

“Come on… we have a short day today. Then we can come back and take a long nap, just you and me.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to your forehead and sits up, his long hair shifting over his shoulder. You look up into his onyx eyes - briefly wondering why you spent so much time away from his gaze - and then lift up on your elbow, sighing. 

“Fine.” Suguru smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away before you can deepen it and get in a considerable amount of trouble. 

“That’s my girl.” 

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“Satoru, get me out of this tree right now.” 

The blindfolded sorcerer below you laughs childishly, hands on his stomach while you give him the evil eye, albeit, upside down. Was the evil eye even effective if you were upside down? 

“Y/n… you- your-'' You thank the heavens you wore pants and not the skirt you originally considered putting on, but it doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed. 

“Let me down right now or I’m going to scream,” you warn, but Nobara joins in on Gojo’s laughter, apparently more amused by your predicament. Either Gojo liked putting you into trees, or it just so happened that every time you went flying, a large tree was nearby to catch you. It was becoming an annoying habit that could have easily been avoided if--

“Is this part of training?” A voice grumbles over the exhalations of your peers, and you angle your head to look at Geto, who is striding closer to where you dangled precariously. Yuji and Fushiguro are behind him, trying their best not to explode into laughter themselves. But Suguru is not amused. 

“I didn’t do it!” Nobara quickly sobers up, putting her cursed tools away. “I-it was Gojo-sensei!” Gojo is rolling around in the grass and clutching his stomach, and you slide your eyes over to Suguru again. He catches your pleading gaze and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Satoru,” he calls out over the man’s cackles, but Gojo refuses to acknowledge him at all, still wrapped up in a joke that only he understands and enjoys. “Satoru.” 

Before you can swivel your head, Suguru has Satoru with his hands behind his back, twisting his right arm painfully. 

“Okay, okay!” Satoru whines and you feel hands gently pulling you out of the branches and setting you on the ground. 

“There you go,” Yuji announces and you stand up, dusting yourself off. Wordlessly, you trudge past the trainees and back to the dorms, followed closely by Suguru and an apologizing Satoru, but you pay them no mind. It isn’t until you’re in the bathroom, picking out leaves and sticks from your hair, that Suguru speaks.

“Mind telling me what happened?” 

“Satoru always does this. He always embarrasses me when I’m trying to teach or guide, and I don’t know why.” 

“Y/n…” Geto begins but you cut him off with a withering stare. 

“You saw it - back when we were just grade twos - he’s always had it out for me, and I-- But that’s your best friend, so you’d side with h-” 

“Hey,” Suguru presses his hands against your shoulders, which are now shaking as you prepare to cry. “You can always talk to me about Satoru. He’s a prick, and I know that. We all know that.” He cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in close for a forehead kiss before swallowing you in a tight hug. “What would make you feel better right now?” 

“I don’t know…” you whisper into his chest, and he replies, 

“Can I run you a hot bath?” You nod, your forehead rubbing against his cotton tee, and he walks over to the claw-foot tub with you still in his arms. The awkward shuffle is ended when you reach the edge of the porcelain fixture, and he turns the knobs with ease, letting the water run freely. A kiss is planted on your cheek before he untangles himself from you and does what only he knows how to do - which is prepping the bathtub with epsom salts, bubbles, and tossing in a stashed-away bath bomb from your last trip to the mall. 

When it lands at the bottom of the tub with a thunk, you know it’s time for you to strip down and sink into the indigo colored water. The water is almost hot enough to be painful, but somehow, Suguru knows how to make everything just right. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, sitting on the side of the bathtub with ease, dipping a hand in to test the temperature. 

“It’s all perfect,” you whisper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

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“Remember when they used to braid flowers into your hair?” you wonder, fingers deftly weaving a braid on the left side of his head to match the right braid already completed. You’re sitting on the couch, watching some mindless game show while Suguru sits between your legs on the floor. 

“I remember,” he murmurs, taking the finished braid and twirling the end around his fingers. “I also distinctly remember you being much too shy to actually do anything other than pick the little flowers.” You swat at his shoulder playfully, outraged that he would even mention your former shyness. 

“Okay, but can you blame me? You always looked like you were about to eat me alive before I really got to know you.” 

“Eat you alive?” Suguru turns his head and raises an eyebrow curiously. “Eat you out, more like…” he mutters, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear. 

“But you never did. And you never have,” you retort, wrapping the final tie around the left braid. “Besides, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to even eat a girl out before you’ve--” 

“Before I’ve what?” Suguru asks, flipping over and caging you between his arms on the couch. You pause, unsure of how to reply with him hovering over you like a lion above it’s prey, but you find your voice a moment later.

“Before you… you know… get your rocks off.” 

“You’re wrong about that, y/n,” he whispers, sliding over and laying you across the length of the couch. “But I don’t know if my word would satisfy you.” 

“I’ll take empirical evidence over your word,” you answer, his hand smoothing across your face, which is illuminated by the demi-light of the television. 

“Say no more,” Suguru replies, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your ears block out the sound of the TV. Your eyes instantly close, and all you can feel are his lips and his hands roaming across your skin - just how you like it. Hands dance around the waistband of your leggings, tugging a little before drifting underneath and rolling them down your legs. A finger probes past your underwear, and you feel it seeking, feeling, searching for something more than you had currently. Suguru removes his hand and lifts your leg up, still holding you captive under his lips, and tugs your underwear off, casting them aside without care. 

When he breaks the kiss, you moan and his hands push both of your legs up and over his shoulders. It isn’t until he’s practically facing your core that you feel something warm and wet trailing down your thigh and straight there, making your hips jerk as his tongue makes instant contact. 

“Su…” Your nickname for him had stuck with you all of these years, and now you were finally using it the way you always wanted to. He hums in response but doesn’t stop eating you out, his tongue eagerly flicking to and fro like he needed a second dinner. Your hand lands on his braided head and he groans a little, quickening his flicks and drags across your flesh like a searing-hot iron. With ease, he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it and moving his lips to suck on your clit, pulsing his sucks with the timing of his finger-thrusts. 

“M-more...” When you look down, his eyes are already focused on your panting expression, and you’re trying hard not to cum from just the sight alone. But Suguru wordlessly encourages you to cum by rolling your clit with his tongue, and you toss our head back, moaning loudly, which accompanies his obscene slurping sounds and hums of pleasure. Your orgasm isn’t too far from reach - you can literally feel him teasing it out of you bit by bit - and all it takes is one good stroke of his finger to make you tip over the edge and into oblivion. 

Words, shapes, numbers, thoughts, they all fade into the abyss with you as you lose yourself in the sensation of being absolutely unraveled. When you find your shape again, you curl your fingers back into fists and Suguru removes his face from your core and shucks off his pants and boxers. Before he can climb onto you, he whispers, 

“Do you want to do this?” 

“Yes, yes!” You grab at his shirt and pull him in closer, lips crashing against each other sloppily as you pull him back down. He strokes his cock one, two, three times, and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging the head against you slightly. Your mouth opens as he sinks into you and sheathes himself with a loud, drawn out groan. You whimper, holding onto the arms placed at your sides as he moves slowly, face hovering centimeters over yours. 

“Breathe for me.” He pulls out a little, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. He tucks a kiss between your jaw and earlobe, pushing back into with as much caution as he can muster while his arms are steady beneath him, But his strength is giving way to the absolute need he has to go faster, and you urge him on by clutching your fingers a little tighter onto his arms. 

“P-please, Su…” He responds by increasing his pace incrementally, and you let out a stifled moan, trying your best not to be too loud as he fucks you senseless. 

“I want to hear you,” Suguru huffs, now moving his hips in a timely and pleasurable pace. “You can be as loud as you want with me.” 

That’s all the permission you need. 

“Ah! Oh- my- gosh-” Each thrust is accented by the noises you utter, and you find yourself close to the brink yet again, feeling sensations you hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

“Let me hear you,” Su urges again, murmuring in your ear and holding you close to his chest. “ I missed hearing that beautiful voice of yours.” 

“Feels… so good.” You can barely catch your breath as the thrusts speed up even more, and you feel Suguru tense up a little. “Cum with me, Su,” you plead, and he grunts once, teeth grazing your earlobe. Your arousal sounds like squelches of pleasure while his hips pop against the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, drowning out the sounds of anything else in the room while he drills into you. 

“Almost there…” His voice is wavering, you notice, and it sounds like he’s closer than he wants to let on, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back. The arch in your back is supported by one of Suguru’s large hands and you choke out a moan as your legs shake violently underneath him, your orgasm right at it’s crest. “Ohhhhhh, shit…” 

In a show of perfect timing, Suguru comes with you, both of you filling the air with exhales of ecstasy. Both of your ejaculate mixes together in your core, filling it with a warm sensation as you come down from your high, holding each other while you catch your breath. 

“Are you going to change your little hypothesis, or will I have to show you more evidence?” Suguru finally asks, and you laugh gently. 

“I think I need a few more trials before I can amend my hypothesis.” He sits up a little, eyeing you mischievously through his lashes.

“Then, let’s get to it, Ms. Scientist.”

[sailor-manga]

“Jealous [100th Follower Milestone!!]- a Shouta Aizawa prompt fic.

A/N: So last night I finally hit my first ever milestone!! In celebration of doing so I went and messaged my 100th follower and gave them the option to choose whatever prompt/scenario they wanted. Writing for it was definitely odd because we’re going to see a softer side of Aizawa in bed, BUT I like how it came out a lot. :D @michi-tala , I hope you enjoy it! 

Warning: Smut, Nipple play, swearing.

Word count: 1,584

Prompts used: 5.(”You’re fucking mine!”), 48.(”Come sit on my lap”), and 58.(”I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin”}

Walking into the home, you would toss your bag angirly onto the floor, ignoring your partner as he trailed behind you- Honestly trying to figure out why you were mad in the first place. Shouta Aizawa was a reserved man, he didn’t really wear his emotions but it was clear now he was confused, maybe even a little upset. 

Prior to you being upset with him, you two were out for a date. He had treated you to a lovely dinner and then a walk in the city afterwards. Only issue was, on that walk there was a very mature woman who had approached you two. Not only did she not acknowledge you, but she was flirting relentlessly with your man. Now behind closed doors you always had a bit of bite to you, but for some reason you silently watched as she attempted to make a move on Shouta. 

What made things worse, was the male was completely oblivious to it! You didn’t know if he was doing that purposely or truly didn’t know if she was flirting with him.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re giving me the cold shoulder, Kitten? I thought you enjoyed tonight” he said in a calm tone, crossing his arms and silently watching as you huffed your way through the room until you rear planted firmly against the sofa. Glancing up at him, you would shoot a glare “Do you really not know?” you’d say in a gruff before looking away from him, pouting like crazy. 

Shouta would quietly make his way to sit next to you, a muscular arm lifting to grip onto your shoulder “It was that woman, wasn’t it” he stated quietly “Come sit on my lap” he instructed, patting his legs. Huffing out you would look away, Shouta didn’t care though.. Soon you would feel his strong hands gripping onto your waist and pulling you over to face him, straddling his thighs “Don’t be a brat, Kitten..” he warned, quick to shower your face with kisses “Why on earth would you think I’d care about her?” he asked curiously.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t, you should have told her to back off.. You just let me stand there and watch it” you’d huff out in a bratty tone, your hands pushing at his chest to keep his face at bay from yours. Aizawa would reach up and grip onto one of your wrists “Come on, Kitten.. You can’t be mad at me forever” he purred, which caused the hand that still rested on his chest to pinch his nipple and twist it. 

You were both pretty shocked when Shouta would let out a lewd groan. You two would stare at each other for a moment before you would do it again, pinching the bud in between your fingers and rolling it slowly, causing Shouta’s breath to hitch “S-Stop that” he muttered out, his grip tightening around your wrist. 

Smirking a little you would shake your wrist free from his group “What’s this? Did I perhaps finally find your weak spot?” you’d taunt out, the anger slowly melting upon your new discovery. Shouta would break his eye contact before letting out a soft grunt. You knew you had, because the cock tucked into his pants was starting to grow, pushing into your clothed heat. 

Biting your lip, you would grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head in a swift moment, exposing his chest for you, which caused the male to scoff “Y/N.. Think about what you’re doing, there will be a punishment” he warned, trying to change your mind. The male could have very well stopped you, but maybe he did really like the feeling- or he could actually feel bad for upsetting you on your date night. Leaning forward, you would kiss along his jawline, your fingers slowly teasing around the males areolas, causing him to practically tremble underneath you.

Reaching his mouth, you would give him a swift kiss before locking hues with the roguish male “You’re fucking mine” you’d breathe out, causing his hands to reach around and cup your plump ass, his fingers kneading firmly into your cheeks. Breaking your eye contact, you would start to trail kisses down his neck before making their way down his chest. As soon as you were eye level with his erect nipples, you would close the dance and use the tip of your tongue to tease him, causing the hands on your ass to squeeze. Circling your tongue around the bud, you would give the other attention by pressing your pointer finger onto it and rubbing it in circular motions. 

“I-hhn..I’m going t..to get you back for this, Kitten..” He moaned out, bucking his clothed cock into you “I-I can’t wait to leave bruises all over that pretty skin” he moaned out. You ignored the threat, you were having much too good of a time seeing such a vulnerable side of your boyfriend. 

As you teased the males sensitive nipples, your free hand would travel down his stomach and to his belt where you’d effortlessly slip it off and go for the button. Releasing his throbbing cock, you would start to stroke it slowly. The impatient hands that were still on your ass would now grab the waistband of your leggings to jerk them down, exposing your cheeks so he would give them a rough spank. 

In retaliation, the nipple you were teasing with your tongue was now in your mouth and in between your teeth, where you would bite lightly-Causing the male to stop all movements together “F-Fuck..” he growled out, his cock twitching erratically as you did so. “Do that again” he ordered out weakly, which was kind of surprising to you, but you were now so amused with his sensitive spot on him. Closing your lips around his bud, you would lightly bite onto it and start to suck, causing him to lay his head back and let out a series of moans and growls. That alone was enough to make your cunt twitch with anticipation. 

Unlatching your lips from him, you would lift a leg up so you could discard your leggings. Planting his cock in the folds of your slick slit, you would grind up and down while going back to attack the males chest. His hands would slowly move up to hold your waist, moving along with you as you teased him “Kitten, I’m getting impatient here, C’mon.. Cut your man some slack” he pleaded quietly. It was like music to your ears, you had successfully made Shouta Aizawa, the domineering man you fell in love with, a puddle beneath you. 

Positioning his cock at your hole, you would slowly ease yourself into it, letting out a long groan. His cock would pulsate inside of you and the male would pant out quietly “This is the one time I’m allowing you to do this” he muttered before bucking his hips up into you. “Mn..” you’d hum quietly as you finally started to move. You were so wet, the male slipped in and out of your tight cunt with ease, your ass pressing against his thighs every time you went back down, making sure every last inch of him was inside of you. 

“Do it again” he groaned, trying not to get too antsy “Hm? Do what again?” you’d ask with a smirk, circling your hips on his cock so his swollen head would rub teasingly against your walls. 

Shouta was quiet for a moment, but soon he would lean forward and press his lips against your ears “You know what I want you to do.. C’mon Kitten, play with my fucking nipples” he forced out, the males complexion lighting up only for a minute. “Of course” you’d finally say, giving in easily to his request and going back to his nipples. You wouldn’t waste a moment in latching back on and sucking on him roughly, your hips picking up the pace on his shaft. 

The male would let out more loud growls, his hands squeezing on your waist as you took the control from him. “That’s right, baby girl.. Fuck.. yeah, just like that, bite me ..” he panted out lewdly. 

The living room was soon filled with the sound of the both of you desperately panting, giving into the pleasure, and tangling your limbs together. “Kitten, I’m going to cum.. Oh fuck, yeah.. Keep sucking like that, Fuck, fuck!” he hissed out, slamming you down on his dick once more before filling you up to the brim. 

Just the feeling of his load starting to fill you caused you to cum as well, your walls contracting as the males shaft. Falling on his chest, you would heave out large breaths, your eyes half lidded and satisfied. “Stay like this for a while, okay?” he’d breathe out, wrapping his arms around you with his cock still buried inside of you. Looking up at him, you would smile a little “Don’t fucking do that to me again, you know I get jealous” your breath lightly hitting his face. 

Shouta would meet your gaze and give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I do have to admit, you’re pretty sexy when you’re jealous.. But I’ll try my hardest, Kitten”

[joheun-saram]

“If this movie is scary, I’m breaking up with you.” (jhs)

Summary- Hoseok loses a bet and now has to endure watching your favourite horror movie.

word count- 1.3k

pairing- boyfriend!Hoseok x Reader

rating- PG-13

genre- fluff

warnings- none! just eluding to smut

a.n- Part of my drabbles for @btsholidaybingo​, ticking off the horror movies tile! Let me know if you know which movie they’re watching - this is definitely one of my favourite movies haha. I’ll be posting these every week or so as I get them done. Check out the other drabbles here :)

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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Your apartment was completely dark, curtains drawn to keep any light out as you sat on the couch cuddling your boyfriend. The only light came from the screen of the obscenely large television hung on the wall opposite you and ominous music filled the room. Unlike most Halloween nights Hoseok and you had spent together, you were both dressed in sweats, your head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around you, eyes fixated on the movie playing on the screen. For once you were kind of glad Halloween fell on a weekday, so you could save your costumes and shenanigans for later in the week and just relax.

“I swear to god Y/N if this movie is scary, I’m breaking up with you.” He says jumping as the title of the movie comes up, his arm around you tightening tenfold and his head tensing where it rests on top of yours.

“It’s not scary, it’s meant to be like a conspiracy thriller type. Relax babe,” you say almost absent-mindedly as you watch the group of friends in the movie load up their car to embark on their vacation to a cabin in the woods. You pull the blanket over the two of you, gently squeezing Hoseok’s thigh comfortingly. You knew your boyfriend was a big baby when it came to horror movies so you hoped this little white lie would calm him down. It works for all of three scenes before Hoseok moves his arm from around you flailing and covering his eyes.

“Oh my god! Why are they going in the basement? PEOPLE DIE IN THE BASEMENT!” He says as he watches the film through the cracks in his fingers. 

“Relax, I’ve seen it before it’s not scary.” You lean into him as you soothingly rub his back, trying to hide the smile that overtakes your features.

“If you’ve seen it before, why are we watching it?” Hoseok is half looking at the screen and half at you. Even though he’s scared shitless, he would be lying if he wasn’t intrigued by the film on the screen. He would never admit it to you of course, but he was invested in the plot, waiting to see which monsters the group would unleash onto themselves.

“Because you lost the bet and you said I could pick whatever.” You say smugly as you sit up straighter to reach for the bowl of candy on your coffee table. Hoseok and you had moved into this apartment last month, taking the first big step in your relationship, and while celebrating your house warming, you had made a friendly bet. A bet to see if one of your friends would throw up if you provided all the drinks you could. Hoseok being the ever optimistic and trusting friend insisted that your friends would never go that wild in your new home, but you knew your friends and won the bet when Jimin vomited in the plant that he had brought as a present for the two of you earlier that evening. 

“I hate you so much. ARE THOSE PSYCHO ZOMBIES?!” He jumped, pulling his feet onto the couch and hugging his knees as the family of zombie murderers on the screen started to unleash hell on the group of unsuspecting college students. You couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed at your boyfriend quivering next to you as you bit into your snickers bar, ignoring the glare he threw at you.

“Everyone’s dying. Why is everyone dying? We aren’t even half way through!” He yelled at the screen as yet another character met their gruesome demise. You had to admit it, when you first planned to show Hoseok this movie, you didn’t think it would be this fun. You loved watching him squirm and yell. What did that say about you, you thought smiling as you watched his face turn pale at the events taking place on the television.

“DID THAT UNICORN JUST MURDER THE GUY?! That’s it. I’m done.” He paused the movie, fixing you with a glare. This was your favourite scene. Just watching a magical happy creature stab someone made you laugh. In your opinion this movie was more of a comedy than horror.

“Babe it’s almost -”

“No, don't babe me. This is so scary, we’re breaking up.” Hoseok folded his arms on his chest as he looked at you, shaking his head.

“Sure I guess if you want. You can leave, I’ll drop off your stuff tomorrow.” You sighed mockingly, diving into the bowl for another mini candy bar.

“What? You’re gonna show me that horror movie and then kick me out?!” He yelled in disbelief, grabbing your shoulder to shake you dramatically.

“You’re the one who wants to break up.” You shrugged the best you could still locked in his iron grip, trying extremely hard to school your face into a neutral expression.

“You’re cruel. So cruel.” He pulled you closer, nuzzling his face in your neck as his arms tightened around your waist. You could feel his pout against your neck as he whined.

“I’m cruel? You just broke up with me!” You gasp dramatically as you playfully smack his shoulder.

“Baby you know I would never break up with you.” He starts kissing your neck as he leans over you making you lie against the couch, his hands reaching under your sweater to feel the soft skin of your stomach.

“You’re just saying that because you’re too scared to sleep by yourself tonight.” You try to ignore the effect his kisses have against your neck as you try not to moan at his ministrations. Damn, he really knows how to work you.

“Tonight and every night. My hero Y/N please protect me!” He sits up on his elbows to capture your face between his hands and rain kisses on your face, making sure they are obnoxiously loud as you groan at the affection.

“You are so annoying, get off me!” You push him off as he clings on to you, trying not to laugh as you almost fall off the couch in an effort to sit up.

“Nah-uh! I love you and I’ll never stop smothering you with my love!” He pulls you into his lap, arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your hair kissing wherever his lips land, finally breaking your facade as you burst out in giggles. 

“Pay attention to the ending, it’s good!” Whining, you unpause the film, the sounds of the characters screaming bloody murder filling the room.

“Nah… wanna pay attention to you instead.” Hoseok’s voice is low as his actions turn more purposeful, his lips sucking on your neck leaving behind pink spots that he soothes with his tongue. You moan as you feel one of his hands travel from your waist to under your waistband, teasing you while he nips your ear.

“But it’s my favourite movie!”

“Fine, baby.” He relents, pulling his hand out of your pants as he rests his chin on your shoulder to watch the end of the movie, getting more disappointed as the main characters decide to end the world. “Wait so the whole world ends? This is your favourite movie? You are so depressing, jesus!”

“Rude! You don’t see me complaining about watching Step Up like a million times!” You huff as you cross your arms.

“Correction. It’s Step Up 2, actually.” He smirks as you roll your eyes at him, before picking you up, making you yelp and wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bedroom. Laying you on the bed he kisses you deeply, as you pull him impossibly close, relishing his lips - a taste you will never get tired of. “Now I think it’s time for my reward for putting up with that awful movie.”

[sheerfreesia007]

Front Row Show

Title: Front Row Show

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader, Slight Tequila x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,009

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female receiving), Cursing, Voyeurism

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: This was brought about because I watched the first Kingsman the other day and the end scene of the movie got me thinking about how this would play out with Whiskey and Tequila. Of course Tequila’s an opportunistic voyeur you can’t change my mind! But consent is key folks, had to get that in somehow. Feedback is always welcome!

   He had a one track mind as he quickly hopped out of his truck once he had parked it in front of his house. The sun was slowly beginning to set as he made his way quickly up the front steps of the wrap around porch.

   It had been a grueling mission and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and sink into your intoxicating presence. He had imagined you smiling down at him often nights while trying to stay alive on this last mission.

   Nothing had gone according to plan and there were often times that Jack didn’t know if he was ever going to get to see your pretty face again. Or hear your bright laughter ringing in the air around him. It was lucky that they had managed to finish the mission at all. And Jack was just grateful to be home now.

   Walking through the front door he let the screen door slam shut behind him not even hearing the slam of the door as he searched the house quietly looking for you.

   “Jack?!” Came your call from the back bedroom and his eyes immediately focused on you as you entered the hallway. Your smile lit your face with a glow that was almost effervescent. Jack felt his heart skip a beat before it began to pound in his chest. He grinned brightly and relieved to finally see your shining happy face.

   The two of you raced each other down the hallway and met in front of the open archway of the kitchen. Jack swept you up in his arms and held you close to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

   “Oh how I’ve missed you.” You cooed to him as you looked up into his eyes.

   “No more than I’ve missed you sweetheart.” Jack said softly and you beamed under his kind words. Sunlight shone under your skin with your happiness and Jack felt like a flower gravitating towards your rays needing to feel them again. “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart. More than words can express but I’m gonna try.” He said to you in a loving hush.

   He watched as your eyes dilated with understanding of his words. He grinned as he walked back down the hall to your shared bedroom. With every heavy step your body shifted against his and he could feel you squirm against his muscled body.

   “I’m gonna show you every way that I thought and dreamt about you while I was away.” He husked to you in such a low tone that he felt your thighs you tighten around his waist. He smirked at you shifting his hands from around your waist to slide down your back and over your ass to cup it in his large palms. Your gasp was loud in the otherwise quiet home and Jack felt in his bones. Your soft chuckle fell on his all too eager ears as your hands came up and swiped his Stetson from his head. You placed it on the tall dresser as Jack walked into the bedroom and your fingers ran through his chestnut colored hair making him groan low in his throat. It had been too long since he had felt your hands on him in any way. Just as your fingers were carding through his hair your arm brushed against the glasses on his face and you smirked at him.

   “I like the glasses.” You tell him sultrily and he grins at you. “Makes you more distinguished.” Jack chuckles softly at your words until you speak again. “Leave them on.” you whispered and Jack is suddenly choking on air.

*-*-*-*

   Tequila plops down into his desk chair and removes his light tan Stetson and sets it down on top of his desk. This last mission was an absolute train wreck. Too many things went wrong while they were on mission. Sighing softly Tequila let his head fall back against his desk chair with a soft thud. His whole body was exhausted but he could feel himself growing restless. He had some pent up energy that wasn’t easing with him relaxing.

   Rubbing a hand over the lower half of his face Tequila knew of a way to work off this energy but as he rolled his head towards his desk phone it just seemed so far away. Sighing again Tequila knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. The bad mood the mission had created in him was making him whiny and childish.

   Just then the standard Statesman glasses he was wearing flared to life and a split screen opened up in his view. Tequila sucked in his breath as he got a clear view of you giving him a sultry look. It took Tequila a second to realize that you had probably activated Whiskey’s glasses and it was confirmed with your next words.

   “I like the glasses.” You husked at Whiskey most likely but the way that you were staring into the glasses screen made it easy for Tequila to pretend you were talking to him like that. “Makes you more distinguished.” You cooed at him and Tequila felt his cheeks heat with a blush. Just then he heard the deep chuckle coming from Whiskey and Tequila felt his lungs deflate a little bit.

He was living in a fantasy and one that he normally wouldn’t conjure up for himself but with the view he had of you he found it easy to fall into. You were Whiskey’s lady, off limits, and Tequila respected you completely to not even want to try anything with you. But that didn’t mean that he never thought about you. There were times when you would be the star of his dreams late at night, not that he’d ever tell Whiskey or you that. It was just normal healthy curiousity about a beautiful woman.

“Leave them on.” You whisper daringly to him and Tequila chokes on his spit as his eyes focus on you. You’re propped up to where your face was even with the glasses and Tequila could imagine himself holding you up in his arms as he moved you to a more comfortable position.

Just then he watches as the slight glimpses of Whiskey’s bedroom moves and your body is tipped back until you fall delicately onto a large bed. You huff out a soft breath before your lips tip up into a brilliant smile that dazzles him. Your hair is flared out around your head and you bite your bottom lip making Tequila groan at the pretty picture you make.

“Well ain’t you a pretty picture?” Comes Whiskey’s husky question and Tequila feels his eyes widen. You’re moving then as your bare feet plant on the bed and you begin to unbutton your blue jeans hurriedly. Your face shows how impatient you are to get down to business but suddenly Whiskey’s hand comes up and stops your movements. “Oh no sweetheart. We’re going to take our time. I’ve waited this long you can wait a little bit more.”

You and Tequila groan simultaneously, Tequila freezes wondering if Whiskey heard him and suddenly he feels dirty. He shouldn’t be watching this. This isn’t right.

“Sweetheart” Whiskey says suddenly and Tequila watches as you look at him confused. Your eyebrows pulled together in that cute way you have when you’re confused on what’s going on. “Remember our last conversation we had in bed before I left on mission?” Whiskey asked seriously and Tequila furrowed his own brows at where this was going.

“Hmmm, you mean us sharing our fantasies?” You ask coyly as you stretched your arms up and arched your body up towards Whiskey trying to entice him. Tequila watched as Whiskey’s hands slowly trailed up your body from your waistband and cupped your breasts over your shirt making you hum at him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Yep that conversation. You remember that one fantasy of yours I’d try to make happen?” Whiskey asked as his tone deepened and you gasped when his fingers tweaked your nipples through your shirt.

“Mhhmmmm, Jack please.” You moaned out loudly to him as your body arched back up towards him. But suddenly Whiskey was pulling his hands slowly down away from your breasts and Tequila could feel him breathing heavier as you whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. “Yes I remember. Where’s this going?” You ask impatiently as you stare up at Whiskey with a soft glare.

Just then the screen that held you jolted twice as if the glasses were moved or jostled and Tequila felt his heart plummet. Whiskey knew he was watching and now as he watched your face clear with understanding you knew also.

“Holy shit.” You gasped out softly and grabbed your breasts tightly in your hands as you moaned. “Please Jack. Can we let him watch?” Tequila sucked in a breath at your question and he almost moaned loudly.

“Told ya I would talk to him about it didn’t I? This just makes it easier.” Whiskey said softly and you moaned underneath him. “Wanna do the honors?” Jack asked you and you bit your bottom lip nodding your head.

Jack shifted so that you were framed perfectly in the screen of his glasses and Tequila couldn’t help but watch as your hands gripped and released your breasts over your shirt. You were still biting your lip as you stared up at him through the glasses. Suddenly one hand slowly slid down your stomach to slip into your pants and you gasped loudly.

“Tequila, wanna watch while Jack fucks me?” You gasped out softly as your hand moved under your pants obviously pleasuring yourself.

“Only if this is alright with the both of you.” Tequila says unbelieving this was actually happening.

“What’d he say?” You ask Whiskey and Whiskey chuckles softly.

“Only if it’s alright with us.” Whiskey answers and you instantly moan as your hips jerk upwards against your hand.

“So okay.” You moan out softly as your hand speeds up. Whiskey moans softly as he watches you move and Tequila can’t help but to follow with his moan. His hand falls to the tent now formed in his pants and lightly grinds his palm against himself.

“Fuck, Whiskey. You lucky dog. Get her naked.” Tequila husks out and Whiskey chuckles again.

“What?” You ask with a wicked grin. Your eyelids are fluttering as you pleasure yourself and suddenly Whiskey’s hands come up to undo your jeans and slide them slowly down your body.

“He said I’m a lucky dog and he wants to see you naked.” Whiskey responds huskily and Tequila watches as you grin wickedly up into the glasses before winking saucily. You sit up and Whiskey helps you remove your shirt easily. You lean forward and press a quick kiss to Whiskey’s lips and Tequila takes that time to undo his own pants and slide them along with his boxers down his thighs. His semi hard cock stands out from his groin and Tequila groans lowly as he grips himself firmly and focuses his eyes on the view of you now topless and only wearing your pretty pink panties.

Whiskey’s hands slide up from your waist to cup your heavy looking breasts making you moan loudly as you squirm underneath his hands. Your hands are starting to grip the sheets and Tequila begins to slowly stroke himself as he settles back in his chair.

“Tweak her nipple Whiskey. She liked that before.” Tequila says softly and he watches as Whiskey’s fingers tweak your nipple. Your responding gasp and arching body fills Tequila’s vision. He groans softly as his hands picks up a little bit and then slows back down, his motions following the response of your body.

“Please.” You moan out softly and shake your head from side to side. Jack’s hands knead your breasts and Tequila imagines it’s him that’s giving you this pleasure as you whimper and moan.

Then the line of sight travels down your body and Tequila feels his own body heat up as your pink panties come into view. Your legs are splayed out around Whiskey’s knees and Tequila can see a wet spot darkening your panties. He sucks in a breath as one of Whiskey’s hands comes down to rest on your pubic bone. His thumb slides downward in a thick stripe and your hips jerk upward at the sensation.

“You’re so wet sweetheart.” Whiskey says huskily as his thumb travels back upwards over your clothed slit. Your mewling loudly in the air and Tequila can just catch a glimpse of your head shaking back and forth. “You like knowing that Tequila’s watching don’t ya?” Whiskey teases softly and you whimper loudly before you cry out in pleasure. Whiskey’s thumb has slipped under the sodden material of your panties and is rubbing softly against your clit. “She’s so wet knowing you’re watchin’.” Whiskey says lowly and Tequila groans loudly letting his hand tighten around his hard cock as Whiskey pulls the panties to the side to show Tequila how wet you’ve gotten. “Look at how wet she is Tequila.”

“Fuck Whiskey take them off her.” Tequila grunts softly as he begins to stroke himself with a steady rhythm. “Fuck she’s so gorgeous. Look at her.” Tequila pants out his rhythm slowing down so he watch as Whiskey begins to pull your panties down your legs.

Your legs fall open and Tequila has an uninhibited view of your shiny slick core. Whiskey’s fingers come to slide around your outer lips and your moan is loud as you try to grind down on his fingers. He slides his fingers between your lips and gathers your slick and pulls them away. He separates his fingers and Tequila can see how your slick connects his fingers together.

“Fuck that’s beautiful.” Tequila husks out as he begins to stroke himself quicker building up his orgasm before he slows down again and reigns in his orgasm.

“What do you want me to do to you first sweetheart?” Whiskey asks huskily and Tequila sighs softly as he watches you whimper in a high pitched tone.

“I want your mouth to get me off and I want Tequila to watch me as I come undone.” You pant out as Whiskey’s fingers continue to stroke your clit slowly.

“Dirty girl.” Whiskey says with a rumbling chuckle.

“Fuck me.” Tequila pants out as he watches Whiskey position himself between your legs and gets situated. Before he moves in to place his mouth on you he spreads out your lips and gives Tequila a look at wet core making the younger man moan loudly. “Do it Whiskey. Eat her out until she’s screaming your name.” Tequila instructs as his hand tightens again around his cock.

“Fuck Tequila.” Whiskey says in a gravelly tone and then dives into your core. Your body jerks a little at his sudden movement and then suddenly you’re moaning and undulating your hips against his face. Tequila is helpless as he watches your hands come down and card through Whiskey’s hair keeping his mouth pressed to you as you moan.

Tequila’s vision is only filled with your body arching and undulating under Whiskey’s ministrations. Your mouth falls open and loud moan fills the air as your eyes shut tightly. Pleasure is obviously etched across your face and Tequila feels his orgasm beginning to grow inside of him. He moans along with you as he watches your skin flush with arousal and heat. Sweat is beginning to form on you and Tequila picks his strokes up as he watches you shake your head from side to side.

“I’m not gonna last long. Make her come Whiskey.” Tequila pants out as his hand slide from base to tip. His thumb circling the red swollen head of his cock as he watches you throw your head back screaming out as your orgasm washes over you. “Oh shit!” Tequila gasps out as his orgasm slams into him and his come spurts out of him onto the edge of his desk. His hips jolt upwards and his hand tightens around his cock trying to draw out his orgasm. “Fuck, that’s it.” Tequila pants out as he sits back down in his chair as he slowly comes down from his high.

You’re not he screen panting and moaning salaciously as you come down from your own high. Your fingers slowly uncurl from the bed sheets and your head lifts slowly to grin into the glasses.

“That was amazing.” You pant out and Whiskey’s deep rumbling chuckle answers you. “Fuck that was so good. How was it for you Tequila?” You ask and Tequila chuckles softly still panting.

“So good babygirl.” He says softly still trying to catch his breath.

“He said it was so good for him. He also called you babygirl.” Whiskey teased and your eyes widened at the nickname.

“Babygirl huh? I like that nickname. Maybe next time we’ll let him watch you fuck me huh Jack?” You coo at Whiskey and Tequila groans loudly as his softened dick twitches.

“If Tequila’s alright with it I’m alright with it sweetheart.” Whiskey answers truthfully.

“Fuck yes.” Tequila says a bit too loudly and Whiskey chuckles knowingly.

“What’d he say?” You ask.

“Fuck yes.” Whiskey answers and you laugh brightly and happily.

“Good can’t wait for the next time. But right now I need to take care of my man.” You purr to Whiskey and Tequila knows that his little show has ended as you wink at him through the glasses and shut them off with a tap to the side of the glasses.

Tequila sits there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he stands and tucks himself away in his pants and begins to clean up his mess. He suddenly couldn’t wait for his next front row show that you and Whiskey would put on for him.

[bi-writes]

Od you're accepting angsty requests... would you please be able to write a mob!tom x reader where she finds out that he's the boss of a mob but she freaks and scared of him, mainly because she finds him holding a weapon?

oof. this is a concept.

There was a lot you didn’t know about Tom. But that didn’t bother you. In the past, you had dove in too far at the start of relationships. Meeting the family, getting intimate, going head first into relationships that you weren’t ready for.

But Tom was serious about you, and you were serious about him. So you wanted to take it slow. So slow, actually. You hadn’t gone home with him once yet. You let him take you on dates, but the worst you had done was kiss in the backseat of his car, over the leather seats.

You hadn’t even met his friends yet, and he hadn’t met yours. You still felt a little like strangers, but somehow, it made the relationship all the more exciting. You felt like everyday you were discovering more and more about him, about his quirks, about what he liked. It made everyday feel like new with him. You could tell already that you were head over heels for him, and you hoped he fell the same for you.

It was Friday night when you got that hunch. He took you out for dinner, and you were eating chocolate cake in the back of the one of the most luxurious restaurants you had ever been inside. Chandeliers, a view of the city, and a menu that didn’t even list prices. 

“You spoil me, Tom,” you said softly, meeting his eyes as he took a spoon full of chocolate cake and held it up for you. He grins, a bit darkly, but you liked that. You liked that Tom was mysterious, that he was hard to figure out. It made every discovery about him so satisfying. 

“No, darling,” he murmured. “It’s what you deserve.” 

He brought the spoon to your mouth, and you took it into your mouth, sighing. It was delectable. He brushed a few strands of your hair out of your face, scanning over it before staring at your lips.

“Come back with me, love,” he said lowly. “Don’t end this night so soon.”

You let out a breath. You had gone on numerous dates with Tom, for weeks now. But you wanted it to be special. You wanted this to last, and you didn’t want to rush anything. 

You bit your lip, “Tom…” He sucked in a breath at your hesitation. He wasn’t used to hearing no. He wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. “I…I just don’t want to rush this thing. To rush…this.” You reached over and touched the lapel of his suit jacket. “I…I really like you,” you whispered, a blush coming over your cheeks.

He licked his lips, bringing you closer by a grip on your waist. He couldn’t stand the tension anymore. He needed you.

“Darling, I adore you,” he muttered in your ear. “Come back with me.”

You close your eyes, tasting chocolate still as he runs his fingers down your bare back, exposed by the openness of your dress. You sighed deeply at his touch.

“Don’t expect anything,” you whispered. “It’s just…for a night cap.”

He held back a triumphant grin, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Mmm…of course.”

He kept a hand on your lower back as he guided you outside, back into his car. He put his hand on your exposed thigh as he drove home, squeezing the skin lovingly. He wanted to impress you, intoxicate you, spoil you. He wanted to show you all the good in him before he knew he would have to tell you about the evil. The bad. The terrible. He didn’t want you to run as soon as you discovered what he hid from you in plain sight. 

“Jesus,” you breathed when he pulled up into his driveway. His house was beautiful, tucked into a large brownstone. He smirked. If only you saw his country house, the one he kept tucked away outside of the city. This one was…cute to him. But he wouldn’t tell you that yet.

He helped you out of the car, going into the house with his arm around your waist. When you both got inside, however, Tom had unexpected guests.

His brothers were sitting in the living room, discussing in hushed voices as they drank dark liquor in crystal glasses. You froze. You had never met any of them before, but they were all quite handsome and well dressed. Tom told you that they all worked together, but you didn’t think they worked together this closely, surely not.

Tom kept you behind him, his jaw clenching as he saw the group sitting there. They grew silent when they noticed the both of you in the foyer.

“Tom,” Harrison stood up from the couch, and he held up a hand.

“In my office, lads,” he said lowly, simply. It was quite a terrifying voice, and they all went without protesting. They all glanced at you briefly before you both heard his office door close. He turned to you, letting out a harsh breath through his nose. “y/n, love…I apologize. They weren’t supposed to be here.”

“It…seems serious,” you said with a blush, scratching your arm awkwardly. “Maybe I should go.”

“No,” he said quickly. “I don’t want that. Let me take care of it, and we’ll continue.”

He ran a few knuckles down your cheek before taking your chin between his fingers, leaning down and giving you a chaste, soft kiss. 

“Just wait here for me.”

You nodded in reply, licking the sweetness of his kiss off your lips. He helped you to sit, as you were still wearing your heels, and he walked down the hallway, into his office.

It was a few minutes when you started to hear yelling. You had poured yourself a drink and were taking a few sips when you heard it. You moved away from the pictures you were observing, slowing making your way down the hallway. You don’t know what was drawing you in. But yelling between family was bad, especially this late at night, and you thought maybe by innocently asking where the bathroom was, you could break up whatever tension was growing in the dark corners of his home.

The office door was open a crack, and it was Tom that was yelling. 

“You’re a bunch of incompetent fuckers,” Tom snapped, pacing in front of the group of boys. “All of you are fucking idiots. How could you be so stupid?! How could you lose so much fucking product?! I should kill you!”

That’s when you saw it. Tom reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, hidden in the waistband of his pants. You screamed as soon as you saw it, and everyone looked towards the door. You ducked out of the way, hurrying down the hall. You grabbed your jacket, ditching the drink as you grabbed your purse.

“y/n! y/n! Don’t—fuck!” Tom called after you. 

You made it out the door, but not far. Your heels made you slower, and he caught up to you quickly, grabbing your wrist as gently as he could.

“No! No!” You cried. “Please!”

Your voice shook violently. You were pale and scared, and you wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Your heart was going a million miles a minute, and your whole body was cold, sweat along your hairline. 

“y/n! Please! God—please just let me explain!” He begged. He grabbed onto your shoulders, turning you to face him.

“Tom, please—” You gasped. “Please, I swear I won’t say a single thing! I-I swear! I won’t say anything! Just let me go—”

“y/n, fuck—just—I’m not going to hurt you!” He assured you. “Fuck, just look at me!”

Still panting, you turned to meet his eyes, which were hurt and genuine and dark. Nothing like the man that was present in the room a few minutes ago. 

“y/n, I…I don’t know what to say.”

You looked up at him with big eyes, still afraid, but his touch was kind.

“I don’t understand,” you said gently. “Why…why do you have a gun, Tom?”

“I…” He shook his head. “y/n, I wanted to tell you. I swear I did. But I…things were going so well. They are going well. And I didn’t…I didn’t want you to freak out, not like…not like this.”

You swallowed hard. Your eyes were still on his when he leaned down and pulled you into his arms, into his chest, hugging you tightly to him.

“y/n, I would never hurt you. Please know that,” he whispered in your ear. “I love you.”

Your eyes widened at that, and you unsurely put your arms around his neck.

“Really?” You whispered, and he nodded. “You love me?”

“Fuck, y/n, I’m mad about you. Bloody mad.”

You closed your eyes, sniffling.

“Please, y/n…please, don’t go,” he begged lowly in your ear.

You held him even closer, still unsure, but you could feel him opening up. This was discovery unlike anything else. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Tommy,” you said softly. “I love you, too.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

almost, almost, almost

I feel like absolute shit so y’all can have a comfort fic. 

Sero x reader 

word count: 3,000 (about)

summary: I have nothing to offer but Sero fluff and cliches also this is an unedited mess and I’ve gone off the rails 

You were beside Sero both of you sitting casually in his hammock. Sero’s long legs reached to the floor rocking you both back and forth. A “chill vibes” playlist filled the empty space pleasantly. his attention was strictly forward. focused on some first-person shooter you didn’t know the name of. Technically you should be studying, that’s why you were in his room in the first place, but you didn’t want to suggest it and break the peaceful atmosphere. you also really didn’t want to study, but you decided that was a secondary concern. 

It had been a long, hard day, you just wanted to sit here with your best friend and relax. Sero lifted his arm, silently offering up his chest. You fell to the side resting your head in his firm chest and wrapped your arms around his waist he chuckled and lowered his arm on top of your back.

Sero was just a friend, but he had always been free with his affection and there was no one better to cling to. “You okay Sunshine?” He asked, quietly his breath tickling your ear. He already knew the answer, something was up. Normally when you watched him game you yelled at him to jump now!! or go left! but you were eerily quiet today. 

“My head hurts” you groaned back he hummed contemplating that. He shut off the game, deciding to find a quieter activity. He rubbed your back comfortingly making you relax without realizing it.

“It’s chill we’ll just hang until you feel better,” he declared softly. You muttered a thank you into his chest and breathed deeply. It was good just resting I top of Sero. He was warm and smelled nice, like fruit punch almost but more Citric. You stopped smelling him, mentally kicking yourself for doing something so creepy.

It was hard to say when your feelings for Sero had taken a turn for the romantic but one day you had just been looking at him, the two of you hanging out in the kitchen eating chocolate chips and spoonfuls of peanut butter and you had realized how handsome he was and you had to hide the blush that covered your face.

Suddenly you couldn’t help but overthink every kind gesture or lingering touch that Sero gave so regularly. You had gotten better about not showing how much you liked him, besides you had a strict no dating while you were still in high school rule. Becoming a hero was hard enough, you didn’t need a boy messing that all up for you. besides being his friend wasn’t so bad.

You tightened your grip on his side, balling the fabric of his loose-fitting shirt in your hand. He ran his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your forehead and smoothing it down. It was a loving action. 

“Keep that up and I’ll fall asleep,” you warned making him huff in amusement

“Ah, Baby needs a nappy nap huh?” He teased you hit him in the side only making him laugh harder

“Okay ow I’m sorry, I’ll wake you in time for dinner okay?” He said going back to carding his fingers through your hair, this time the motion was accompanied by his nails gently scraping at your scalp. You yawned and quickly forgave him for mocking you and let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

Sero was glad that your face was mushed against his chest and you couldn’t see how pink his cheeks had gotten. He really hadn’t meant to call you Baby but the pet name had just slipped out and as a result, his face was as red as Kirishimas hair. You didn’t think anything if it so why was he making such a big deal out of it? well, he knew why.

Because he was an idiot and in love with his best friend and every little act of intimacy with you made his heart jump. He rocked back and forth on the hammock listening to the soft sounds you made as you slept. If he leaned down and kisses your forehead right now, you would never know and what harm would a simple innocent kiss do?

His phone buzzed making Sero jolt, although not hard enough to wake you luckily. It was Kirishima asking if Sero has seen you, apparently the two of you had made plans to work out together right now. Sero took a quick picture of your sleeping face and sent it. Kirishima could wake you himself if he needed a training partner that bad.

Kirishima didn’t come and you remained sound asleep. Sero sighed, he either needed to ask you out or just get over you because nights like these were getting him nowhere which wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy these kinds of nights, but it wasn’t good for his heart.

He looked back down at the photo. the picture was too cute no to save. Sero bit his lip and sighed before setting the picture as his home screen. Christ, he was whipped. 

Both of you were in your first year and he had the perfect idea to ask you out but a boy from 1B beat him to it. You shot him down telling him you didn’t want to date while you were training to be a hero still. So Sero has promptly dumped the idea of asking you out. But that had been two years ago, and he couldn’t seem to let go of the hope that you had changed your mind. 

He contemplated the issue battling out both sides in his head for the next few hours while you slept. Finally, it was close enough to dinner that he probably should wake you up.

You were too cute rubbing your eyes and yawning as you got up from his chest. “Feel better?” He asked with a gulp. You nodded and smiled sleepily at him.

“You know you make a great pillow,” you said gracefully stepping out of the hammock, Sero wondered how you made it look so easy, it was his and he still tripped half the time.  “you’re going to make a great boyfriend one day,” you added offhandedly. you meant it too. 

“yeah a great boyfriend for you,” he shot back without thinking. Sero tripped trying to get out and almost ate carpet but righted himself. 

“what?” you asked not sure if you heard him right. 

“What?” he repeated playing it off as if he hadn’t said anything all the while mentally hitting himself for being such a chicken. that was only the first of many almost confessions.

The next one came at a 1-A party, Aizawa had decided to actually chaperone this one so none of you had been able to get drunk like you had originally planned instead you were playing never have I ever. 

“never have I ever been kissed,” Midorya admitted and both you and Sero took a sip of your nonspiked soda. 

“Really?” you asked turning to him “Never been kissed huh?” you probed, although it really shouldn’t have been surprised if he had you would have been the first to know. Sero shrugged 

“nope,” it didn’t sound like it bothered him. you bit your lip and leaned in close to his ear, you had become more blatant in your flirting recently, just to see if the results could be any different. getting a rise out of him was more exhilarating then it should be. 

“I could help change that you know,” your volume was normal but your words lost in the music to everyone who wasn’t Sero, you just wanted to see him flush pink, but he didn’t miss a beat. 

“How? you’re a mega virgin too,” He laughed flicking your forehead. you didn’t know what to say next, was he really dumb enough not to get the hint? Or was this some way of letting you down easy?  you sighed and dropped it. Sero was still kind enough to walk you back to your room so at least you hadn't made things awkward. He gave you the standard side hug and casual ‘night’ then he was gone.

you sighed and flopped on to your bed, maybe next time you tried to kiss Sero you would ask him more directly. suddenly your body went stiff. next time? as if you were going to spend the rest of your life trying to kiss Sero Hanta. 

It was only when he was in his own room when he was trying to fall asleep when Sero realized what you had meant. Sero buried his face in his pillow and screamed. He was the dumbest person on the planet. If he went to your room right now would you kiss him? or were you kidding? there was a bang on his wall, Todoroki telling him to shut up. it was almost three in the morning, after all. His internal crisis about his own Stupidity would have to wait until the morning. maybe, next time he would have to initiate thigs. he screamed again thinking about next time, earring him another bang from Todoroki. 

The next incident came when you two were at the mall sipping on bubble tea and window shopping. it was comfortable if not a little flirty. Things had been really flirty between the two of you lately, not that either of you were complaining. 

You were preoccupied examing figurines and Sero was across the way looking at video games when a large man tapped you on the shoulder, at first you thought it was an accident, the store was fairly crowded after all. When you turned he was hovering right behind you. 

“you a fan?” he asked eagerly, nodding towards the figurine you had been examining. 

“oh- yeah,” you said, taken slightly aback by his forwardness. 

“If you want we can grab lunch together and talk about the show?” he asked 

“Sorry but I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” you lied without thinking. the stranger cocked an eyebrow up at you. 

“Really? I don’t see anyone here with you,” he challenged. you panicked 

“Uhm Sero?” you yelped and instantly Sero appeared beside you that Hero speed coming in handy.

“Is something wrong?” He asked sizing up the man in front of you. you grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of you like a human shield. If Sero hadn’t been ready to protect you before he certainly was now. the man scanned Sero and seemed to come to the conclusion that he could, in fact, be your boyfriend.   

“Nah,” the guy said before turning on his heal, still you didn’t let go of his arm. 

“what-”

“I panicked and told him you were my boyfriend,” you explained in a hiss, he smiled his goofy crooked smile and laced his fingers through yours, giving your hand a small squeeze. 

“wow (y/n) there are easier ways to ask me out- I mean getting other people involved is a bit dram-OW!” you had cut him off by stomping on his foot

“Alright got it,” he squeaked. “Let’s get out of here before anyone tries to steal you away from me yeah?” he asked you giggled at the mock possessiveness and let him pull you away. even once you were out of the store, He didn’t drop your hand. you didn’t complain. 

You were alone in the hotel room your hero suit on the floor in a crumpled pile, the shorts and tank top you had remembered to pack much more comfortable than the spandex. 

“I’m writing to the agency this is ridiculous,” Sero complained coming out of the bathroom, he had also changed. He was now wearing only low hanging sweatpants. He shook his wet hair like a dog sending water droplets flying. you couldn’t help but follow one of those droplets as it fell down his toned body, rolling between his abbs and down the sharp V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. 

“First they make us share not only a room- but a bed too then the shower doesn’t even have hot water,” he complained flopping down beside you. You were an adult, technically, and a pro hero but things were still the same with him, just like when you were teenagers. 

“oh suck it up,” you laughed ruffling his still-wet hair. It wasn’t a surprise that you and Sero had been teamed up together, after all, the two of you made an excellent team. It was a little pathetic how in love with him you still were. but you were heroes now, you barely had time to date, still, all of your free time already went to him. how different would it be in a relationship? you realized you were unconsciously playing with his hair and you moved away slightly only for him to push your hand back to his scalp.

“You owe me head scratches,” he muttered into the pillow you scoffed and continued playing with the ink-black strands. 

“How exactly do I owe you anything Hanta?” you asked, not that the answer really mattered. Really how different would this moment be if you were calling him a boyfriend or a friend? what was holding you back?

“don’t act like I didn’t save your ass back there-” he had saved you, yanking shrapnel out of the sky moments before it could hit you, “-one life saving equals one head-scratching session,” he declared with a yawn. it was late, you both were exhausted, and had a long day ahead of you.

“Why don’t you cash that in later and we both go to sleep now?” you asked turning of the nearest lamp. Sero nodded turning off his own light, plunging the room into darkness. both of you slid under the covers, you had shared a bed with him before there wasn’t any need for you to be embarrassed, but here you were flushing at his proximity. 

“(y/n) let’s make a deal,” he said and you turned in the bed to face him, even though you couldn’t make him out yet.  “I will oh so generously wave your owed head scratches,” he started then paused 

“If?” you prompted. you felt his hand wrap around your wrist and tug you closer

“let me hold you while we sleep?” he breathed. now you were really grateful for the cover of darkness. you gaped at him your cheeks burning.  you were already pressed up against his chest, his skin still cool from the shower, the only question was if you would push him away or not. 

“I just- feel safer when you’re right next to me you know?” he mumbled, you could imagine he was blushing himself. you coiled your arms around his waist 

“you’re a chump Hanta trading my godly head scratches for me just laying here? rookie move,” you teased snuggling up to his chest. he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you a sigh of relief passing his lips, but you could still feel some tension in his body. 

“and just so you know, I feel safer with you here too,” you added and he finally relaxed completely. melting into your warm embrace. 

“Leah is an idiot,” you scoffed throwing a piece of popcorn in a high arch and catching it in your mouth. you were curled up on the corner of Sero’s couch, watching the terrible Rom-Com he was forcing you to watch this time during your weekly movie nights.  “I mean she has been in love with Tom for how long? why doesn’t she just come out and say it, like their best friends no way he’d be a dick even if he did reject her,” you argued all too aware of how similar this movie was to your own situation. 

“well, Leah has been dropping hints since day one maybe she is waiting for tom to notice and make the move,” Sero argued back. 

“Still- She’s been making all the moves maybe Tom is just waiting for her to stop flirting and do something meaningful,” you argued, mad at yourself more than the character. you had been the one really pushing things here Sero, only sometimes flirting back occasionally. 

“Maybe Leah doesn’t know what the hell Tom is feeling half the time and if he is only flirting with her as a joke or not. She doesn’t want to get hurt,” he snapped, you could see he was getting angry. normally you would drop it if it was pissing Sero off but you pressed.

“I mean Leah is scared but that’s not really an excuse is it? Leah, does more dangerous stuff every day can’t she just woman up and get it over with?”  you were talking about your self again. It was infuriating how asking a boy out was more trouble then capturing bloodthirsty villains.

“So what? Leah should just lean over out of the blue and kiss Tom?” he asked and you suddenly noticed how only a bowl of popcorn was separating you. he was looking at you with such intensity you were almost frightened of him.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”  

Sero was on top of you cupping your cheek with one hand and your hip with the other. your hands weren’t quite as stationary roaming from his hair to his chest to the waistband of his pants then back up again. 

He was kissing you with intense hunger. like a starving man presented with a feast. he tasted like candy, although you weren’t sure which one. you ran your tongue over his lips searching for a deeper taste. Sero didn’t seem to mind just kissing you back firmly. his tongue twisted with yours and instinctively you bucked your hips up meeting his making both of you groan. Strawberry Nerds you suddenly realized.  Sero tasted exactly like Strawberry Nerds. you could almost laugh at how dorky the idea was. 

“did you just call me a nerd while we are making out?” Sero asked pulling away incredulously.  

“no. shut up. keep kissing me,” you denied leaning up to kiss him again, an invitation he accepted greedily. he hummed against your lips and dropped his body, pressing you further into the couch. Sero had held you more times then he could count. but this was different, new in a way he couldn’t entirely wrap his head around. he broke the kiss for an instant and sat upright while pulling you into his lap. you followed eagerly. 

His arms wrapped around your waist locking you in place. you cupped his chin with both hands holding his face still as you took your turn attaching him. it felt so right to have you here like this. distantly he wondered how much time he had waisted not kissing you, not that any of that time was really waisted. 

“I love you,” he sighed against your lips 

“I love you too,” you replyed instantly, then a wicked smirk pulled on your lips, your oh so kissable lips. “you better buckle up Hanta I think you’re in for a long night,” you purred pulling off your favorite hoodie to reveal a plain white tank top. he smiled back.

“oh you’re on Babe I’m going to rock your world.”

[burnedbyshoto]

Love and War

Kinktober Day One ~ kink: hate/bitter sex

pairing: villain dom!midoriya izuku x hero fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 6,788

a/n: so... lets get this started, never have I ever thought I would actually take part in this event... I like this piece a lot :D I hope you guys enjoy it as well :D ENJOY LIKE REBLOG COMMENT IM SO EXCITED AHHHHHH edit: showing what it is now that its been up for awhile

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Your eyes locked on green eyes from across the room. The drink in your hand seemed to slip from your fingers as he turned towards you.

He was handsome. Curly green hair, freckles scattering on his cheekbones, large eyes that drew you in. He was taller than you, broad shoulders, strong and lean. He was walking towards you, and you placed your drink on the table. The chatters of your friends falling deaf on your ears as he approached you.

Black slacks sat tight on his waist, your lip in your mouth as your eyes trailed up. He also wore a tight white t-shirt. He was gratifying…

Your hands moved to run through your hair as he smiled at you, his hand extended to you, and you smiled. His hand was large, tanned, calloused, yet scarred. You didn’t mind, your eyes trailing back up to his face, and you smile, taking his hand.

“I’m Midoriya.” He tells you and charming smile on his face. His voice is low, and it’s smooth. You pout your lips, leaning in close as you take in his warm hand. “Midoriya Izuku.”

“Pretty name for a handsome man.” You flirt as you take your hand back from him, you glance at him from under your eyelashes.

He chuckles, and the sound alone almost sets you off. He runs a hand through his hair, flexing for you. You have to keep yourself from drooling as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “Do I get your name?” He asks you, his eyes twinkling as he comes to stand even closer to you.

You click your tongue, looking apologetic as you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t give my name to strangers…” You admit, a smirk on your face as you take your drink back into your hand. Your back now turned to him.

Your smirk only grows as his chest is sinfully pressed to your back. You can feel the outline of his muscles rubbing against you as his warm breath hit your neck. Taking the straw of your drink to your lips, you giggle as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, do I need to buy you a drink, love?” He asks, his lips ghosting over the exposed skin on your neck. “I did already introduce myself after all.”

You shift to look at him, your face teasingly close to his. “Oh sweetie, if you don’t know what I mean by that, I don’t think we’re meant to be.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his. 

His green eyes seemed to turn black as his lips were suddenly on yours. The hollering of your friends reminding you where you were, but you didn’t care. His lips are intoxicating, and everything seems to fall into place as his hands grip your waist. He’s trying to dominate you, you can tell that through his forceful kiss, and you’re ready to give him a run for his money.

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You wake up with a groan in his bed, the bright lights of the morning sun beating down on your face. You push off the bed, your arms wobbling, and you moan in pain. Your hands running down your throbbing neck. You could feel the hickies that had formed from the night before. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” A husky voice interrupts your search for bruises as you lock eyes with the handsome man.

“Mm, I told you my name, please use it…” You groan as he walks over, a cup of tea in his hands. 

“I thought a girl like you would appreciate getting called beautiful.” Midoriya laughs as he sinks into the mattress next to you. The sheets fall exposing your bruised breasts. “Nah, you’re definitely the kind that enjoys getting called a hoe in the morning.”

Your eyes widen, and you smack his arm as he laughs. Your cheeks burn as you cover your face, “You’re annoying, but I have to go! Duty calls!” 

You chug the quite warm liquid and hand the empty cup to Midoriya. You slip off the bed and walk towards your pile of clothes. You, unashamed, pull them all as you show off your naked body. You weren’t that drunk last night, and so you could care less that his eyes are very glued to your naked form. “Thank you for showing me a great night…” You admit as he follows you out of his front door. Your eyes linger down his abs and you suck in air as you brush your messy hair out of your face. 

“I know one night stands are a thing people take seriously and all... but if you’d want to…” He looks away, his cheeks blushing, and a smile fills your face. “Could I take you out on a date?”

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss onto his lips, “If you find where I put my number, then yes.” You whisper against his mouth as he chuckles.

“How can I trust you?” He asks keeping you close.

“You’ll have to,” You say stroking his cheek with your thumb as you press a kiss to his neck and walk away. A giggle on your tongue as you disappear.

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One Year Later

You giggled as Izuku held you over his shoulder. Your legs kicking as he threw you onto the mattress. His grinning face blowing raspberries into your exposed stomach. You howl in laughter trying to get him to stop. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” You shriek as you try to detach his lips from your belly. You’re laughing so hard that it begins to hurt you to laugh. “I'm--‘ZUKU--GOING TO PEE!”

Izuku pulls away, peppering kisses up your chest until he’s kissing you over and over on your mouth. You’re grinning too wide for his lips to even touch yours. His kisses pressing much more over your teeth as you’re gasping for breath. “I do not clean up your piss, sweetheart.” Izuku laughs as you tilt your head up towards his. “Your laugh is so ugly!”

“Your face is ugly, ohhhhh!!!” You shout back as Izuku nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re a child, you know that?” Izuku grins against your skin, and your fingers tug at his curls pulling his face back up to yours.

“Mm, so you’re into children? I may have to call Zeal on you!!!!” You tease, your face dropping to seriousness as you stare into his emerald green eyes. 

“I could take her on any day for you.” Izuku brushes your hair out of your eyes, and your eyes flutter. God, there was so much you would do for this man. You loved him so much it hurt you.

“Even Sunday nights when you have an early Monday morning meeting?” You ask almost breathless. He leans back, his hands moving down your torso, and stopping below your ass. His fingers pressing into your skin gently.

It takes everything within you not to flinch as he presses into a bruise. A well-hidden bruise that he was not meant to see. “I would do it three minutes before the meeting... “ He presses a gentle kiss to your fingers, and you sit up. “I love you so much, y/n. I do.”

“Tell me again how fucking hot I was that first night,” You say shifting closer to Izuku’s warm body. Your breasts pressing against his chest. Despite being months of being together, you grin at the blush that overwhelms his face. He was such a fucking boobs man. 

“You were the easiest one at the bar, I had to go after you. No one was going to sleep with me except for you!”

“SHUT UP!” You shriek as Izuku’s laughter fills the room as he grabs your waist, and he tumbles onto the bed. You giggle as you land on top of his strong chest, and you grin as you press a kiss against his freckled jaw. You shift in his arms and get your lips to press to his gently, softly, longingly.

“Alright, baby, I have to go! It’s ladies' night!” You sigh into his mouth, his hands keeping you close to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. You moan languidly at the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. You slowly shift your hips up against his own.

“You can tell Ashido-san she can rip you out of my fucking hands,” Izuku growls as he sucks softly against your neck. You arch into him as you shake your head. 

“Stupid, she could totally beat your ass, and you have that--fuck, you have that meeting of yoURS!” Your breath hitches as his fingers slip into the waistband of your sweats. “Midoriya Izuku!”

“Fine, fine, fine!” Izuku chuckles pulling away, love lacing his eyes. “I love you, stay safe tonight? You girls can’t handle your liquor.”

You roll your eyes as you peck a last kiss to his lips. “Only because we’re half your size!!!”

Izuku walks you out of his house, and into your car. His face sticking through the window for some last kisses. You give him as many as you can until you have no more time to waste. “Okay, okay, bye! I love you!”

You watch as Izuku continues to wave at you from the street, a smile on your face until you turn the corner. Your smile instantly drops as you’re far away. 

You give a call to Mina, and she instantly picks up.

“Hello? Are you ready? Damn lover boy has so wrapped around his fingers! You’re so lucky that damn villain has been in a better mood as of late too! Or else… well, I don’t even know what you would be doing!” Mina’s voice groans as you don’t even have the voice to speak back to her.

“I’m sorry... but okay, where to first?”

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Five Hours Later

You ran along rooftops, your eyes locked on the man running away from you. Your breathing is harsh, raspy. You’ve been running for almost an hour now, jumping and weaving through pipes. You’re trying to get to him, the one man you’ve been chasing for years now. The man that taunted your dreams. Your life.

Your eyes caught onto the rubbish on a nearby ceiling, and you throw out your arm. Yellow energy shooting from your arms as it attaches to the objects and fall. Trapping the man by high walls, and a fifty story drop. 

“Come on, you know you want to give in!” You pant as the man stops running, he turns around, his guard is up. His gaze concentrated on you entirely as you stop in front of him. The yellow energy filling your hands as you raise your own guard. “Give in.”

“As much as I would love to wrestle it out with you, sweetheart, I’m in a loving relationship.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm as green lights spark out of his skin. You ready yourself for anything.

The two of you were among the minuscule population that had superpowers. A revolutionary feat that had the world in battle. You were a superhero. As if you were straight off a comic book, you fought against people who threatened those beneath them. Hell, most times you were a glorified therapist! You really only hardly ever got into fistfights, but this man. This… vile man in front of you was an exception. He was cruel.

Using this power of his to create chaos and mayhem. It was not something you liked, you hated him for it, and you have been trying to get him. To corner him! But he was always one step ahead. A finger brushes away from you as you tried to get him.

It was a dreadful and repeating dance now, one the two of you frequently explored. You would lunge forward, and he would take a step backward, you would spin out, and he would pull you back in. Even the way you two fought, it was fluid, sharp, deadly, yet melodic. Had it not been for the fire in your stance, the occasional locking fists, it could have been a dance.

“You know, I pray for the person you kiss at night, they must be so disappointed in who you are.” You say as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Don’t be jealous that it isn’t you.”

“I don’t think I could ever be jealous of your so-called significant other.” You laugh, your eyes glaring at him.

The masks on your face covered everything but your eyes. You could not tell what color his eyes were, but you knew he was looking at you. The only thing you needed though was to have him pinned to the ground. His wrists in a handcuff as you dropped him off to the police. Then you’d be able to go home to Izuku, to tell him the only secret you kept from him. 

“Mm, I guess so! But, I will have to bid you adieu, my sweet Zeal! Duty calls and well, I’m merely here to distract you!”

Your eyes widened as an explosion blew in the distance, and you whipped around. You snap back around to see him waving goodbye, and you snarl. “Fuck you, asshole!” You took off in the direction of the explosion, your heart hammering away as you near it. Screams and cries echoing through the streets as you jumped in to help. Your words aiding everyone in the firey trap.

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you!” You repeated over and over. Your mask showing your smile as you tried to ease crying victims.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

One Month Later

You wore an elegant dress.

It hugged your body as you stared into the mirror, your eyes burning into your reflection as you did your makeup.

You were very scared. It was a month since that explosion. A month since you first experienced someone dying because of you. Since then, you’d been on edge. You fear it was going to happen again. Scared that while you were out with Izuku you get attacked. Your worst fear was seeing the man you love die in your arms.

“Hey there, baby,” Izuku says walking into your room. Your eyes look up at him in the mirror, and your smile is affectionate. Izuku is in a pair of dark blue slacks. A white button-up shirt that hugged his chest beautifully, and a black-tie with a jacket on. His hair combed back, overall, he was drop-dead gorgeous. 

The green-haired man walks to you and hugs you by your waist. Izuku's eyes dawdling on your outfit as you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Hi.” You smile as he kisses your forehead.

“Who you getting all dressed up for?” He asks jokingly, and you hum as you lean up against his body. You’re grateful for his support. His hands stroke through your long and styled hair, his fingers twirling your locks in his hands. “I hope it’s not for me because that would be awkward…”

You snorted as you hit his collarbone with your head, “Yeah it would be! I was actually on my way for a booty call. Do you know Bakugou Katsuki? Mm, good, well you see he just really really knows how to fuck my pussy right. It’s immeasurable, really! I recommend you give him a spin one day.” You cackle and his fingers pinch your sides.

“Watch it, and you’ll be covering the tab tonight.” Izuku teases you as he nuzzles your neck with his nose. 

“Oh, don’t worry! I also have another booty call, you may know him as well! Todoroki Shouto? Super rich!”

Izuku laughs and you laugh as well your lips caressing against his with echoing pecks. “They wish they had someone like you in their lives.” He whispers against your mouth, and your smile drowned with love.

“I don’t blame them.” You whisper as you continue pressing kisses to his mouth, not wishing to let this end. “Besides! All my friends have wanted to, and I quote ‘climb you like a tree’.” You quote with your hands before gripping his jacket pulling him in closer. “God, I love you.”

“And as much as I would love to show you how much I love you, we have a reservation we can’t miss.” Izuku moans as he pulls you to your feet. You huff as you roll your eyes, your arms wrapping around his neck as you nudge your nose against his.

“When has that ever stopped you before, Midoriya?” You tease as Izuku smirks, his mouth pressing against yours softly.

You move to deepen it, but he bends down quickly, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks out. “WE AREN’T MISSING IT!” Izuku yells over your shrieking laughter as he runs out of your house. 

The dinner is fantastic. 

Romantic and special. 

You love the way Izuku’s eyes burn into you the entire night, his energy never once wavering. His hand held yours after the meal was over. You were complaining about never being able to eat again. Izuku listens to you all while he presses fluttering kisses against your wrist. You giggle out his name as he refuses to quit, and your cheeks glow red.

“Y/l/n y/n,” Izuku states, and you raise your eyebrows inviting him to continue. “I met you in a bar more than a year ago, and I knew the second I caught your eye I was going to fall in love with you. I didn’t expect you to come back to me after that first night.”

Your heart stills suddenly, and a warm pool fills your body as you’re realizing what is happening.

“Sex with you is incredible, phenomenal even. Honestly, it’s why I wanted you back, but your soul. Your energy, I love you so much…” Izuku smiles as he kisses the back of your hand. “I love the way you hate Monday mornings like the stereotypical dumbass you are. I love that you always jump onto your bed, you do not have to, you’re not that short! But you do… you complete me. You make me want to be a better person every time I do anything… and I have one last thing to ask…”

You wipe away tears that continue to pour out of your eyes, and you sob as a waiter places a covered plate in front of you.

“Will you marry me, y/n? Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

The silver lid comes off, and you continue to sob as a black velvet box presents itself on a plate. A luminescent diamond ring shining against the light. The words he uttered printed in chocolate on the plate. Izuku is on his knee in front of you, the ring in his hands as you sob into his neck.

Your head nods over and over.

“Yes!” You cry as you pepper wet kisses all over his face. “Yes, please! Yes!”

The diamond ring slips onto your finger, and you can’t even begin to describe your emotions as you kiss him. The cheering of the crowds disappearing as you hold him even closer.

That night, you arch off the bed many times. Your voice full of mirth and joy, Izuku’s voice needy and never once anything but loving. 

He asked you for your hand that night, and yet you united in a whole other way. The overwhelming love between the two of you palatable the entire night.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

One Week Later

You struggle against the wall, gasping as the villain holds you by your throat. You had foiled his next plan and were now paying dearly for it. 

You slam your foot into his crotch and he grunts, letting you go. You collapse to the ground gasping for air. You stagger but act quickly, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He falls to the ground, and you shoot energy from your hands, allowing you to quickly and smoothly hop on top of him. You press your knees into his arms, and he hisses.

His legs sweep up, kicking you forward and you tumble off of him.

So the two of you embark on another dangerous dance of yours. Mina screaming in your ear about the dangers lurking around you if you don’t get out of there! But you had landed a hit, you were going to get him today!

You duck under a punch and shove a palm to his ribcage. He stumbles backward, you narrow your eyebrows as you lock an energy strand around his leg, pulling him in. You race over, but you miss the electricity escaping his skin. You’re blown backward, white-hot pain scorching your cheek, the mask on your face cracking in two. You gasp for air, the mask cracking completing as it falls to the ground. Fuck… you couldn’t hear Mina yelling at you anymore as knees slam into your chest and you wheeze.

Your eyes lock onto the villain before you. His arm cocked back for another punch, but he’s frozen. His body is still. You don’t feel your energy power up, only that you’re arm is thrust up and he’s thrown off you. A sickening crash heard and you sit up wheezing. 

You stare at the man, your vision dizzy, and you feel sick.

Not because you’re dizzy, but because of the face that's revealed as his mask cracks around him.

Izuku.

His green eyes are so wide, and your eyes are tearing up.

He’s speechless, and you're cursing his name.

He can’t stand up, and you stumble to your feet, swaying where you stand.

“Get the fuck out of there, y/n!” Mina's voice is yelling at you, and you flinch finally hearing it. 

“‘Zuku…” You whisper, your head shaking in disbelief. “You can’t be… how are you Deku?”

The villain's name. The name you loathe, the name you refuse to use. You prefer villain because giving him a name gives him an identity. A reason for him to be committing the atrocities he’s committed.

How was this man in front of you the person you loved with all your heart?

How was this the man who loved you tenderly and gently? The man who was afraid to deny the simplest of favors because he was a generous and kind person. 

You can’t remember running away. You only remember that you’re back in your house sobbing as you stare at the diamond ring on your nightstand.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Two Days Later

You stare at the ceiling of your room. You feel hallow. 

Since that fateful encounter, neither one of you has attempted to reach out. Neither one of you calling, texting, or showing up. You hated it, but you couldn’t stand seeing him here. How could you ever talk to the man you love knowing who he was? What he was… what he is?

You knew everyone had secrets, but why was his secret this? Why couldn’t it have been that he was a soprano vocalist in an acapella group? Something embarrassing so that you could tease him!! But not this, anything but this…

The engagement ring is on your finger still. It makes perfect sense, everything tells you that it should be there. But it feels heavy… it weighs you down in more ways than it’s weight. Could you really forgive a man like him? Yes, he’s your Izuku, but he’s also Deku.

Notorious as the underground crime king, Deku was someone you’ve been fighting since day one. It made you nauseous just thinking about how that man was your Izuku. 

How were they the same person?

The floorboards in your hallway creak, and you slam up. Your eyes concentrating on the doorframe. Your mouth runs dry as you stare at angry green eyes. His mouth pressed into a flat line as his hands roughly weave through his hair. 

It hurts knowing that it wasn’t a hoax. You knew Midoriya Izuku like the back of your hand and being able to read him now burned your throat and your heart. You lick your lips as he steps closer his eyes focused on you. 

“You’re Zeal?”

“You’re Deku…”

Izuku shakes his head, his lips barking with cold humor as he can’t believe it. To be fair, you can’t either as you stare at his conflicted features. 

“I don’t understand?” He admits, his eyes swimming with confusion, anger, and yet longing. 

“You and me both,” You laugh bitterly, you shake your head as you look up at him. “Care to explain?”

“I don’t really want to.” Izuku shakes his head, his smile sad, and you blink. 

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You snap, your brows furrowing as you stand up, stalking over to Izuku who held his ground. “You’re the one causing all this mayhem, and you’re not going to even explain it to me?!”

“What’s the point, y/n? So that you can cry the next time we meet? You’re not going to give me mercy! You don’t understand! So why should I bother?!” Izuku’s face clouded, angry, and focused. You’re almost nose to nose as you roll your eyes. 

“Because you fucking love me!” You hiss, shoving Izuku with your full strength. This entire time you’ve been able to pull off using mere fractions of your strength. Enough to play fight with Izuku, but definitely not enough to send him stumbling backward. 

Izuku’s green eyes snap on you as he gathers his balance. The freckles on his forehead disappearing as he furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t do this.”

“Do what? I just found out my fiancée is a fucking spandex-wearing wanna-be-hero!”

“I AM A HERO!” You scream, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Your heart is racing in the worst of ways, you feel faint, ready to fall over and never wake back up. “I save people nearly every damn day, Izuku! I save people from you! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

There’s a glower on his face, and you know it’s because you’re putting Izuku on a fence he doesn’t want to be. A fence that he hates. Izuku always had something to say, he wasn’t one to pretend to not have an opinion, and so this was killing him.

“Some people in this world deserve to have checks,” Izuku states his voice steely calm, his eyes raging. “I don’t do anything to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils flare, and you can feel your throat thick with emotions. What the actual fuck was he on? “Really? Do these people deserve to die? People fucking deserve to get their life blown to shreds because of what? Because you think they’re corrupt? Oh, grow the fuck up, Izuku! No, I don’t believe your bullcrap! Do you think I really haven’t tried finding correlations? Correlations for every single crime you committed? Yes, these people are terrible! But that’s why we have other ways of stopping them! You can’t play fucking god and decide whether these people deserve to live or not! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

You’re pressed flat against his chest. Your chest heaving with lack of air and overwhelming emotions. Izuku’s face contorted with anger. His green eyes flashing before sinking into blackness. 

Then you say words you wish you could regret, words that broke your own heart as you said it.

“How can you expect me to love someone like you?”

His lips are on yours suddenly.

“This is fucking why I kept it a secret from you all along, I knew you wouldn’t agree.” Izuku heavily pants against your lips.

You reciprocate his kiss. Your fingers bunch around his green curls as he picks you up. Your chest burning from lack of air as his fingers dig into your sides. “Shut the fuck up, Izuku!” You snap, pulling on his hair so harshly his head snaps up. Your lips attack his neck as soon as you see his exposed skin.

You bite harshly against his neck. Its less of a nibble that people usually use for hickies, and instead it’s a full-blown bite. Izuku lets out a snarl as after you bite down again, your hot tongue goes to soothe the inflamed skin. 

He pants as he tosses you on the bed a movement you’ve always enjoyed, and even now still do. Izuku’s shirt is quickly taken off his body, and you stare at the scars on his body. The overwhelming realization that every single scar caused by you. You had scarred him. You hate to admit it, but that horrible realization sends a pool of heat down to your cunt. You rub your thighs together as he climbs over you.

“The world’s greatest hero Zeal is about to be fucked by her greatest enemy,” Izuku mutters as he presses his mouth back against yours. 

The kiss feels poisonous. Your skin burning in every place he kisses you. It’s corrupt and you know it. But… his touches are also your antidote. His trailing hands that grip your breast. You arch off the bed and your erratic heart stirs. Your face twisting as you let out a moan. His tongue slips into your mouth, his hot and heavy tongue.

It dances around in your mouth, a dance that makes you think of your rooftop dance. It’s attacking, evading, pulling each other close for no reason other than to fluster the other.

You slip your hand down from his neck and grasp his dick through his pants. A low hiss from Izuku makes you swivel your hips in anticipation. “You’re not my greatest enemy.” You sneer, as you look at Izuku’s dark eyes that are full of want and need. “I don’t have a great enemy, don’t be giving yourself credit where it doesn’t belong!”

He slams your shoulders back onto the mattress. You glare at him as green electricity emerges from his forearms. You’re own energy seconds from materializing, but instead, he uses it to split the dress you’re wearing wide open. The tearing of the fabric makes your eyes run wide as you can not believe he just ruined your favorite dress. “Whoops.” Is all he says before attaching his lips onto your breasts.

His mouth attacks a sensitive part of your breast. You let out a staggering moan. Your legs clenching together at the overwhelming pleasure just by his touch. You hate that. Your arms move to remove the bra from your body, and you grin at his expression. He didn’t like that at all. 

“Whoops,” You taunt, a simper blazing over your features. “Did I do something wrong?”

Izuku’s nostrils flare now and you roll the two of you over, your strength catching him off guard as you pinned him down. You roll your hips against his crotch, and you delight in the fact that you can feel his boner right on your ass. “Wow,” You mutter as you give another roll, you turn your attention towards his restrained pants. Izuku curses your name as you glance back at his scrunched up face. “Do you want me to do something about it?” You ask a taunt in your tone.

A sadistic smile fills your face as he nods his head rapidly.

“Sorry, I only help out good people.” You spit, your ass dragging roughly against his bucking hips again. You smack his chest, not at all liking the disobedience. Not liking the fact that he ruined everything by doing this to the two of you. Your anger is almost palatable, and in your mental fight, Izuku flips the two of you over, dragging you to your knees.

“Would you shut the fuck up, and open your mouth like the good girl you are?” Izuku commands as he takes off his pants. You can’t help the shiver that rolls under your skin at the sight of his dick springing free. 

“Just because I’m a hero, doesn’t mean I’ll be helping you out.” You state as you stare at him unimpressed. Although at the moment you want nothing more than to go down on his impressive length. “I only help out people who need the help, not---mmph!!” His mouth is on yours again, and he sits down on the mattress.

His fingers moving to pinch and pull your aroused nipples, “Would you shut up and suck my damn dick?!” Izuku pants against your mouth and you nod, giving in.

Your hand has a vice grip over his twitching cock, and you smirk up at Izuku. His eyes hooded as you stare at him.

“I must say,” You begin to confess, as you arch over him. Your free hand tracing shapes into his thigh as you give the tip of his head a few kitten licks. Smiling when you see the clear pre-cum escaping the tip. “Aren’t you at all embarrassed to admit that the greatest superhero has you on the--”

Your words silenced as Izuku takes your head and sinks your mouth around his dick. You resist the urge to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat. “You can’t fucking talk with my cock down your throat can you?” Izuku hisses as you moan softly around his dick. “Try fucking talking more, see where that fucking gets you.”

You bob your head against his length, smirking when his head throws back. His hips snapping against your mouth. You gag slightly this time. The wet sounds and struggling breathing turning Izuku on further. He increases his speed.

You drop your jaw further. Your fingernails scratching the underside of his dick as he fucked your face. “Shit, y/n!” He grunts as he vehemently continues pounding away. His brows scrunched as his pleasure was slowly winning over him. Your eyes begin to water slightly as the lack of oxygen burns your lungs. The size, and girth of his cock stretching out your throat as you sank all the way down to the base of his cock. It was turning you on so much as you once more moaned. “You take my cock so good, like a good fucking whore,” Izuku growls as he brushes your hair out of your face, and your nose is now in contact with his lower hips.

You hold onto his moving hips, your gagging was a noise that was happening a lot more now, but Izuku didn’t care. His musty scent was overwhelming and you moan louder, why was he so damn alluring. He was relentless in your mouth. Your pussy was throbbing in anticipation for him to finish with your mouth. “Fuck,” Izuku hisses. You can’t prepare as his hot sticky seed shoots down your throat, and you pull away gasping for air.

His mouth is on your again, and his tongue slips into your mouth. His cum is still in your mouth, and when he pulls away, a saliva trail mixed with both his spit and cum. Izuku snarls as you continue panting for air.

“Now lay down and spread your legs open, like the fucking slut you are,” Izuku growls into your ear and you can’t help but nod. You slip off your soaked panties and get on all fours.

You toss your head back to stare at Izuku who’s busy rubbing himself, getting ready to come inside of you now. His eyes lock on yours, and a fire erupts in your belly at the sight of your disregard for his directions. You grin wickedly, like hell he was getting his way.

He drags you to him, and you yelp in surprise until the tip of his cock is rubbing up against your aching entrance. “Why are you so bad at following directions?” Izuku groans as he presses kisses down your stomach.

“I only follow people I respect,” You sigh as the tip of his dick enters your sopping cunt, and you move back onto it. 

You can’t see his expression, you refuse to look back. You aren’t sure if it’s hurt, lust, or anger but he stills. You’re about to call out his name feeling guilty but he enters you without warning. Completely. With no warning.

“Shit!” You shriek. Your arms almost giving out on you as his dick stretches out your throbbing pussy in only the best of ways. 

“You may not like my decisions as a… villain,” Izuku huffs as he slams into your again, your body moving with his thrust. “But here you are. Pussy dripping for a villain, back arched heavenly for a villain, the man making you feel this way is a villain.” With every phrase, he slams into you, and you hiss. He was too fucking huge in your throbbing core. 

You move backward. Your pants are harsh as the movement was something you much more enjoyed. “Don’t worry…” You wheeze as his lips trail down your spine again, his fingers circling your clit. “This will be the only time.”

He freezes within you, but you don’t care, as you slam yourself back against him. An animalistic growl rips from his throat as he begins pounding into you. It’s different from usual. Unlike any other time, he’s not holding back, he slams into you without mercy, without care, without caution. 

The feeling is almost overwhelming, his fingers digging into your clit as he thrusts in and out. You curse as his waist slams into your ass. The sounds of your rutting bodies making very loud sounds throughout your room. You mewl as his fingers pinch your throbbing clit. Electricity running through your veins, as your arms give out. Your chest pressed into the mattress. Izuku is drilling into you, his hips slamming into your spasming body. 

“Baby!” You cry out, unable to keep yourself from using a pet name as he hits your g-spot.

“I know,” Izuku pants harshly. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hips never falter. They continue to hit again and again into your g-spot. Your legs shaking completely as you struggle to keep up with him. Stars are forming in your vision as moans continue to pour from your mouth. His name a repeating verse on your tongue. Izuku uses this as fuel, as ambition as he continues to circle his fingers into your clit. His hips were merciless as he shoves your chest further into the mattress.

“FUCK!” You scream as your orgasm is teasing you with a release. “Let me come, ‘Zuku, please! Fuck! You’re so fucking good to me, let me come around your cock please!” You beg your pride now out of the window as you only wish to come around his throbbing dick. “Baby, please! I need… ohh my god… I needa--”

The coil in you is burning, the fire is everywhere throughout your body, and you’re finally tipping over.

“Come for me, love.” Izuku hisses as he presses his sweating forehead to your back. His fingers pinching both your throbbing clit and sensitive nipple.

The coil snaps, and you come hard around his spasming dick, his name a scream in your mouth. Your pussy clamps like a vice around his dick, you pant for air, and you feel Izuku shudder. He was close.

You turn your head to watch his screwed up face as he chases his orgasm. You smirk as you feel your walls clench around him again, and again. He can’t handle it anymore as he comes within you. His dick slips out from inside you, and you groan at the lack of feeling as he collapses beside you. You smile as you sink into the mattress beside him.

Green eyes meet y/e/c.

It’s over.

The smiles of love and post-sex feelings disappear. Sadness filling its space instead, and you stare.

This wouldn’t work. This couldn’t work.

“I--I’m…”

“I know.”

“Izuku…”

“I do love you.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“I’m sorry it came down to this…”

“I am too.”

“You can keep my stuff.”

You nod your head as you watch him roll off your bed and dress.

Izuku walks away leaving you on your bed. Alone. Cold.

Izuku is panicking, what is he supposed to do now?

“Izuku?!” You yell, and he knows it’s wrong, but his heart jumps in hope. “I love you.”

Your lips are over his again, and Izuku wants nothing more than to turn the clock. To go back to that first night when he saw you from across the bar. 

You pull away before Izuku can have enough, your hands lingering in his before you turn away. Tears streaming down your face.

The diamond engagement ring seemed dull in his fingers. It was nothing but a promise to each other that was never meant to be.

Now, what were the two of you to do?

All was fair in love and war, but neither one of you wanted a life without the other.

[hi-hey-haechan]

Can I request 22 and 37 from the prompt list with Renjun

(She also requested 79, as well). Thank you for requesting! Renjun has been bias wrecking me so hard lately.

Prompt list is here

22: “Mine.”

37: “Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

79: “You don’t need to cover up the hickies.”

Warnings: fingering, orgasm denial, and also, this one is I wrote is even worse than usual. I’m sorry :(

A disadvantage of being Renjun’s girlfriend was being forced to attend the company parties. Now, you did love Renjun, and his fellow members were incredible, but large crowd gatherings made you anxious.

“I’ll be next to you the entire time,” your boyfriend promised, as you walked up to the company building. He was holding your hand comfortingly, showing you were going to be okay. “Think about it: all you gotta do is get through a few hours. Then, we’re gonna go home and cuddle.” Renjun was so sweet, and his words made you feel safe, calming you down. Renjun’s presence often had that effect on you. He squeezed your hand as you entered the doors to the building.

There was at least a bunch of food. That was the one good thing about attending these parties. Plus, the lobby, which was where the party was held, had some very comfy couches. This time, however, there were already multiple people who were sitting on the couch. You glanced around the room, trying to figure out which wall to stand awkwardly against.

“Come on,” Renjun gave you a bright smile, “let’s dance. We can’t just hug a wall the entire time.”

“Says who?” you asked, but he had already grabbed your hand and pulled you out to the dance floor.

It was supposed to be a fast dance, for the songs were upbeat and fast-paced. Your idea of dancing in public was essentially jumping up and down on the balls of your feet. It saved you from humiliation. With Renjun, however, he grabbed your hands and twirled you, until you were smiling and giggling and somewhat happy to be there.

He was smiling, too, and his grin was so cute and sweet and sincere. Were you actually having fun at a company party? Maybe.

Until he was called away, along with the rest of his fellow Dream members. “I’m so sorry,” he told you, as the smile ran away from his face. “I promised you I’d stay by your side, and--”

“Renjun,” you told him, adding a fake smile, “it’s okay. Go. They need you.”

He quickly kissed you, holding you close for a second, before following after Jeno and Chenle.

Welp, back to my wall, you thought to yourself, making it a goal to remain fairly hidden until Renjun came back.

That was, until Lucas came over to talk to you. You knew he was good friends with Renjun, but you didn’t know him too well. Plus, you knew he wanted very badly to be in NCT Dream with the others.

“Hey, sorry, I just couldn’t help but notice that you were without a partner on the dance floor.” Lucas flashed you a sincere grin, in which all of his intentions were clear: to make a friend, and nothing more. You decided to trust him.

“Renjun had to go have a brief meeting,” you explained. “Hence my presence in this large group of people.”

“You want to dance?” Lucas asked. “Nobody should have to be on the dance floor alone, even during a fast dance like this.” His tone of voice was kind, as were his eyes.

Renjun wouldn’t be jealous, right? It was just a casual dance. Besides, being with one person who made you feel safe enough was arguably better than being a wallflower. So you obliged.

It wasn’t as comfortable as dancing with Renjun. You felt a bit anxious for no reason you could comprehend, but when your boyfriend was with you, that anxiety disappeared completely. Despite not being completely in the moment, you still had to admit that dancing with Lucas was fun. He was a good dancer, and he made the occasional joke about a song or something that made you laugh.

Your mood grew a bit lighter over time, and you found yourself actually enjoying this dancing.

“Y/n?” Renjun’s familiar voice sounded, and you turned to him and smiled. However, he wasn’t sharing the same bright grin. His eyes were on Lucas, a grim expression on his face.

“Oh, you’re back!” you exclaimed happily. “Lucas decided to dance with me until you returned.”

“Well, I’m back now,” he said, his voice devoid of some emotion.

Lucas smiled at you and said, “That was fun. I hope you two have a good night!” He walked off, and you turned back to Renjun.

“How was your meeting?” you inquired.

“Fine. It was about our comeback. Why the hell were you dancing with Lucas?”

You were surprised by how straightforward he was being, but also because he seemed kind of cold. “Because he noticed I was alone on the dance floor, so he asked me to dance, and I accepted. There was no flirting, Renjun. It was completely platonic.”

“Mhm, and how do you know that he thought the same thing, that it was ‘just platonic?’”

“He didn’t try to do anything. Look, can we move on? Please?”

The hurt expression on your boyfriend’s face was painful to look at. You knew how insecure he could feel, especially regarding the other members. Clearly, he was jealous.

Instead, Renjun wondered what Lucas’ intentions were. He wanted to yell at him, “How could you?! You danced with my girlfriend!”

Out loud, however, he grabbed your hand and looked at you straight in the eyes. He kissed you, right there in the middle of the dancefloor, and it actually lasted more than a few seconds. It was a sweet kiss, but you felt like Renjun was kind of hiding how he truly felt. When you two broke away, his voice was anything but soft when he said in a low voice, “Mine.”

He grasped into your wrist, leading you off of the dance floor. He didn’t say anything; he just dragged you with him to the bathrooms.

They were actually really nice bathrooms. They were very clean, and was plenty of space. Only one person was allowed in there at once, but that was actually better.

Swiftly, Renjun pinned your body between the sinks and him. He kissed you, and his lips were harsh against yours, as though he was trying to tell you something, just by your kisses. You sat up on the bathroom tower and continued to kiss.

“I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Immediately following that statement, you both blushed. “I’m sorry. You obviously don’t belong to me; you’re your own person. But I’m the only person who gets to flirt with you, and make you feel as good as I do. I think I need to remind you of that.”

When he began to kiss your neck, you blushed, realizing his intentions. He was going to “remind you,” as he’d said, right there, in the management’s bathrooms.

His lips were warm against the expanse of your neck, and his arms were around your waist, keeping you in place as he kissed your neck. He began gentle and sweet, his kisses making you seriously smile, enjoying the closeness of your two bodies.

That was, until his mouth grew rougher. He opened his mouth and bit down on the skin. He pressed a line of kisses up and down your neck. He was hungry, as though you were his last meal, You released a few sighs at the feeling of his hot mouth nipping the skin of your neck, sucking there, and definitely leaving marks.

What really caught you by surprise was what he did next. His hands traveled down your body, over the chest area to the hem of your dress. It wasn’t too short, but “if Lucas was looking at you like that, looking at you the way I am right now, then he’s looking at beauty that I’m lucky enough to be in love with.”

His hands went under the waistband of your tights, dipping to your clothed core. A gasp escaped your mouth, and you looked into Renjun’s completely innocent eyes, which contradicted where his hand was. Slowly, Renjun dragged his fingers over that area, sort of tracing a stripe on your panties. Already, it felt amazing, and already, your underwear was a bit wet, due to the pair of lips that were kissing your neck.

“You’re wet,” Renjun said, pushing a finger under your panties. “Is that for me, or for Lucas?”

He decided to tease you for some time. He first pushed down your tights and underwear, leaving your sensitive area fully exposed to him. His fingers traced the outer lips, collecting some of your arousal, but never actually touching the area you needed him the most. He eased the tip of his finger inside of you, before quickly withdrawing it, continuing to touch everywhere but your clit and your hole. “S-stop teasing me,” you sighed sharply, from the pleasure his teasing was bringing you, though it wasn’t enough.

Painstakingly slowly, he slid a finger into your hole. He continued to kiss your neck, too, so the sound of kissing and the lewd sound filling the room. He let you rest your head against his shoulder, trying to hold in your moans. His fingers were long enough to hit almost any spot inside of you.

“Renjun,” you moaned out quietly, your voice muffled in his shoulder. His thumb began to slowly rub your clit, knowing how much that would affect you. You felt full, just from one finger that was thrusting in and out of you extremely quickly. Before you knew it, he added another one. This stretched you out a bit, and you took both of his fingers well. You shut your eyes and continued to whimper your boyfriend’s name.

Quickly, you were already in heaven. The small risk that came along with this was someone catching you, and that was honestly unlikely…

“D-don’t stop, oh my gosh, Renjun,” you mewled into his shoulder. Your thumb moved faster in circles around your clit, trying to bring you to your edge faster.

“Lucas, could he make you feel as good as I do?”

“N-no,” you managed to get out, exhaling. “Only you could. Please keep going; I’m so close.”

Despite having begun this situation not too long ago, you were already feeling your climax approaching. There was a string in the bottom of your stomach that was being pulled tightly, signifying that you were close. The sound of his fingers inside of you was audible in the room, squelching and turning you on even more. Renjun added a third finger to you, stretching you out even more. You let out a moan of a decently high volume. You felt incredibly full, his fingers hitting your g-spot at each curl.

“R-renjun, I’m gonna--” And just like that, his fingers were gone. You felt so empty, clenching around the nothingness that replaced your boyfriend’s fingers. “Please, please let me cum.”

“Only good girls get to cum, and you were dancing with Lucas. You can cum when we get home,” he replied, his voice simple, despite how cruel his words were.

“Fine, then. And how am I supposed to hide all these hickies? Everyone’s gonna see them.”

“You don’t need to cover up the hickies,” Renjun said. “I want everyone to see that you’re mine to kiss and hold and flirt with, and not anyone else. Especially not Lucas.”

[ohtheseboysilove]

The greatest actress I [ Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 2, 300 K +

Warnings : fluff, few naughty moments, angst

Summary : Things aren’t always as they seems.

  Note :  I litteraly just write that today and I’m pretty happy about it! I will maybe turn it in a mini-serie if you guys what, I have few more ideas so we will see :) Hope you enjoy it lovie, don’t forget to tell me what you think, I survive on retweet and reviews ;)))

And for those who wonder, I didn’t forget about the requests I have, I will write them eventually !

(gifs aren’t mine!)

"Well, hello there" You raised your head from your book to see Ben entering the living-room, wearing his adorable beanie. "Always a sight for the eyes" He winked at you, taking his shoes and coat off before walking toward you.

"Hey you" You smiled fondly and tilted your face to let him delicately caught your lips for a tender kiss, his mouth always soft and warm against yours.

You could never get tired of his feeling every time Ben was around. Your belly twisted with pure love when his hand went stroking your cheek, his pads slightly cold from the outdoor.

"You’re alright, baby ? You look a little off" Baby. Your heart missed a beat at the nickname and your cheeks were probably already way too hot.

"I’m okay, just a little bit tired from work" You murmured as he sat next to you on the sofa, putting your book away. His arm immediately came around your waist, dragging you closer.

"You work too much, baby" The blond man mumbled, his lips lazily trailing pecks on your jawline which had the same effect as if had directly kicked the nest of butterflies in your belly. "We should order take-out and watch a movie, good for you ?" His mouth was now on your neck, the cold tip of his nose gently rubbing on your skin.

You almost forget to answer.

"Perfect, love" You swallowed quietly as he gently cradled your face, his beautiful green eyes and boyish smile sending chills all over your body. "Why are you looking at me like this ?" You asked with a slightly trembling voice, the closeness of his pretty face was always making you weak.

"Because I love you" His raspy voice murmuring these four words to you made your heartbeat quickened so fast, you were scared Ben could hear it.

Before you could reply anything, his mouth was on yours, giving you a long and sweet kiss. His palms found your waist again, pads slightly brushing against the barely exposed skin of your hips. Soon enough the kiss turned hotter and more urgent, his tongue finding yours hungrily and you couldn’t help but sighed with pleasure. Your hands were lost somewhere in his pretty blond curls, noses gently bumping against each other but it was absolutely perfect.

Too soon for your taste the kiss was over and you both parted, breathing loudly and chests going up and down after the intense kiss. His cheeks were wearing a delicious shade of pink and could honestly kiss him all day long. You looked at him with adoration before remembering what he said to you before the kiss, you were supposed to reply.

"I love you too" It was the absolute truth, you were deeply and irrevocably in love with the man.

How could you not ?

A large smile blossomed on his face, sending the butterflies in your stomach wild.

"I know, you’re an open book, baby" He giggled softly, his fingers twirled a lock of your hairs. You smiled nervously and hoped you weren’t as obvious as he said. "What do you want to eat tonight ?" He grabbed his phone and opened one of the food app, scrolling through it mindlessly.

"I’m not sure" You said and put your chin on his shoulder to have a good look at the screen. The feeling of Ben’s cheek against yours spread goosebumps on your skin. "What about Indian ? Or...hey, let’s try this new sushi place !" You exclaimed excitedly and Ben turned around, grinning at your enthusiasm.

"Whatever my girl want" My girl. There was it again, this intense twisting in your belly, turning your whole body into jelly.

He kissed you again, god these lips ! It was fairly sweet, dropping several pecks on your mouth and you couldn’t help but chuckled at the cheesiness of the moment. You were secretly loving it. Once he was done he looked at you expectingly and for few seconds you couldn’t focus on anything but the amazing shade of green sparkling in his eyes. You felt him slightly shifted against you and suddenly your remembered that you were supposed to actually answer him. Again.

Get your shit together (Y/N)!

"Sushi" You breathed and discretely wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans then cleared your throat and repeated louder. "I want to eat sushi tonight"

"Sound perfect to me" The British blond replied and went back on his screen as you tried to control the beating of your heart.

You grabbed the remote next to you and switched on the tv, putting on the next episode of the series that you and Ben were supposed to watch. It was silent for few minutes before he dropped his phone, focusing his attention back on you.

"Done" He grinned at you and a smile matching his immediately appeared on your face. The man had too much power over you. "Let’s watch our dear Benedict and Martin doing stupid yet genius things" He raised his arm and you immediately took the hint, cuddling his side, enjoying it way too much.

You watched Sherlock for only few minutes before Ben’s attention weren’t on the screen anymore but instead on your pretty exposed throat. It started innocently, few kisses here and there. A hand brushing against your thigh then rubbing it slightly. You tried to not pay attention too much, the man was always tactile and sweet. But soon enough, the mood had change drastically. His hand moved to back, sliding cheekily under your tee-shirt.

"Love" You said in a small voice, a chill rolled down your spine at the touch against your bare back. "I thought we were watching the tv show" You weakly protested as his lips softly sucked on the skin of your throat, not enough to leave a mark but enough to turn you on ridiculously quickly.

"Yeah but I can’t help myself, baby" The blond man inhaled sharply against your neck, the hand which wasn’t on your back was currently pushing you flat on the sofa. "You’re so...distracting" He practically purred and you were literally melting. 

He was hovering above you, his frame supported by one of his strong and deliciously muscular-shaped arm as his hand cockily toyed with the hem of your top.

"Wait" You grabbed the remote with difficulty as he didn’t listen to you and instead of waiting like you said, he was busying his mouth with your, ignoring your little whine. You blindly switched off the tv and slid your arms on his larger shoulders, pads digging into his skin. "You’re a really pain in the ass, you know that, mister ?" You giggled against his lips, body slightly bucking against his, totally out of control.

"I heard that before" He broke the kiss to reply and helped you sit, hands tugging off your top. You raised your arms and swallowed discretely as you ended up in a cute and yellow lacy bra, gaining the immediate attention of the British man. "But I’m sure I can convince you that this" He delivered a sharp slap on your backside, a loud moan falling from your throat for all answer. "And what I’m about to do to you is much more entertaining that any tv show" Your whole body felt like it was on fire, Your legs opening automatically and Ben slid between them, dropping a kiss right above the valley of your breast.

It was becoming harder and harder to just breath. Then he moved back, his hands reaching to take his own top off and you knew you were utterly fucked. The sight of Ben’s perfectly carved chest knocked the air out of your lungs. He laughed fondly as you eagerly ran a hand on his torso, savouring how smooth and warm his skin was.

If only he knew how eager you really were.

The muscular V on a man had always been one of your weakness but Ben’s was particularly making you weak, the dirtiest thoughts crossing your mind at the sight.

And the way he was looking at you...dear god. You felt like a four-course meal under his intense gaze and he just looked like a starving man, ready to devour all of you.

"Stop looking at me like that, baby" You shivered as he laid on you, his warm skin flat against your burning one. One of his hand found your jaw, grabbing it rather firmly and the hotness of the gesture soaked your already probably ruined underwear. "I swear I’m gonna cream my pants with that look" He playfully added as he ran a thumb on your lower lip and you had to refrain yourself to suck on it right there.

"Aww, just like a teenager, love, really ?" You teased back and he rolled his eyes but still smirked anyway. "And I thought you were..."

Your teasing died in your throat as his mouth fell on your sweet spot, right on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You roughly grabbed his hairs and sighed loudly, your face breaking in an expression of pure pleasure.

"Not so much to say anymore, hum ?" He smugly smirk but you ignored him and instead pushed him lower on your body. He chuckled but gently kissed your stomach until his lips reached the waistband of your jeans. His fingers expertly pop open your button before zipping off your pants. "Lift this pretty ass for me, baby" You said as he told like he was done kind of enchanter and he quickly helped you get ride of the jeans, leaving you in matching knickers.

"Fuck baby, do something please" You whined pathetically and winked at you, dropping a kiss on each of your knees.

"I’m gonna take a good care of you, babe" He murmured with a predatory voice, his face slowly lowering itself between your thighs.

You were about to explode.

"And cut !" The director yelled enthusiastically and suddenly the moment was gone.

You didn’t know if you were bitter or thankful that the scene was over. You weren’t sure how long you could have keep doing that.

"Here" Ben stood up and handed you your shirt with a smile as he was putting his own back on. "I think we totally nailed it" The British man grinned and helped you stand up, always a sweetheart.

It wasn’t helping your poor, suffering heart.

"It was amazing ! (Y/N), you’re star and you Ben, excellent performance. Well done, both of you" The director excitingly said, clapping a friendly hand on the actor’ shoulder. "We don’t need to do this scene again, it was even better than what I have in mind. Your chemistry is just unbelievable you guys"

"Thank you" The blond smiled widely, his cheeks reddening a bit under the compliment as the director walked away, telling whoever was around how good these two are together! "Wanna get lunch ? I’m craving sushi now" He joked and you imitated him, zipping on your jeans.

"Can’t say no to that" You replied and Ben and you walked away toward the lunch room, your body still burning from his previous touch.

As always the gentleman, he opened the door for you and playfully said : "After you, baby"

You let out an awkward chuckle, not showing at all how much this stupid nickname was affecting you. And as you weren’t feeling uncomfortable enough, a nice surprise was waiting in the room.

Isis. Ben’s girlfriend. Ben’s drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend.

She squealed loudly at the sight of the blond and immediately ran to him, jumping in his open arms. You looked at the scene with a churning stomach, the urge to throw up deeply needed.

"Oh my— Doll, what are you doing here ?" The giant smile on Ben’s face made your throat dry.

"Wanted to surprise you, silly" Isis giggled and pressed an eager kiss to his lips, immediately returned by her boyfriend. You moved your gaze away when the kiss went deeper, if you could just disappeared right now you would be grateful. "I missed you too much" She let go of his lips but kept a firm hand around his waist, dreamy eyes looking at him.

"Me too, doll" He dropped a kiss on her forehead and he caught the sight of you, awkwardly looking at the meals available for the day. "Sorry (Y/N), we...hum gonna eat lunch in my trailer I think" He checked with Isis who eagerly nodded, clearly hungry for something else than lunch.

"No worries guy" You said with a fake smile as Isis smiled back, gratefully before Ben tugged her toward the exit quickly.

You understood very well that lunch in the trailer was the name code for we’re gonna shag in my trailer. And the thought of that honestly brought tears in your eyes. You found yourself incredibly pathetic, actress and actor who crush on there co-star happens all the time, your situation weren’t unique but it still hurt like hell. Especially when somewhere during the filming you developed real feeling for the man, falling hard and fast for him. Even if you knew since the beginning he wasn’t single. You just couldn’t help yourself. And now, only two months into the filming, you didn’t know how you were supposed to survive the next following months, playing all lovey-dovey with Ben.

"(Y/N), you’re incredible !" You almost jumped as Molly, your assigned makeup artist and now friend, hugged you, rambling about your talents. "I swear this scene was so hot ! And the way you were looking at each other, oh my— the sexual tension was literally palpable !" She giggled, bubbly and excitedly as always.

You laughed nervously and scratched your head, avoiding eyes contacts and instead focusing on the pouring yourself a glass of fresh water.

"Hey, you know I’m kidding right ? I know you’re both just actors but you’re really good, like super good" She pressed a peck on your right cheek and tussled your hairs. "Honestly, if I didn’t know you any better, I would think you’re in love with Ben"

Her words felt like a punch in the stomach and you could only reply with a weak chuckle and a poor :

"Yeah I’m just doing my job"

**

[teaplease1717]

Fireworks

Title: Fireworks

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

Chapters: 2 of 4

Rating: G+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685007/chapters/65556514

Shout out to all my betas for this work: FlourChildWrites, Emberstork, Crazyelf2018 and Revaliciousness Second part. A lot more of Todoroki’s pov. He’s so cute and oblivious I love him. By the way, fluff is SO hard to write. I respect all you fluff writers so much. 

Also, thank you so much Mardimari for the adorable art! I wasn't able to include it in the actual story because it's a gif, but please check this adorable art out!! Mardimari

Xxxxxx

 Whispers and giggling voices of admiration swept down the hallway. Like the alluring smell of baked bread, they wafted through the corridor, drawing Momo’s attention. 

 She glanced up from the stack of quizzes in her arms and froze. 

 Golden tendrils of sunlight poured in from the floor-length windows, reflecting in Todoroki’s familiar hair like fire and starlight. 

 Her stomach flipped, and Momo sucked in a sharp breath. Then she lurched forward, and with her free hand, grabbed Jirou’s wrist, pulling her friend back behind the hallway bend.

 “Yaomomo!” 

 Momo released Jirou once they were safely hidden. “I’m sorry,” she whispered hurriedly. Her heart raced. She pressed her back against the cool plaster and brought the quizzes up to her chest, her fingers trembling.

 What was Todoroki doing here? Not that he couldn’t be here, but it was after school hours, and he was usually at the gym with Midoriya. And who were those girls he was talking to? 

 Swallowing over a dry throat, Momo slowly inched along the wall to glance around the corner.

 Todoroki Shouto stood at the other end of the hallway surrounded by younger classmen that she recognized as their juniors from the general studies course. 

 Momo's eyes narrowed as she studied them. The girls had rolled up the waistbands of their skirts, exposing more of their thighs than was proper, and their hair had been cutely styled into buns and braids. 

 One giggled and stepped closer to Todoroki; Momo frowned. It wasn't that she was jealous, though. Why would she be? Todoroki could have friends outside of their class. Momo was just concerned for him as a friend and fellow hero in training. This was the third group of girls who had approached Todoroki this last week — not that she was counting.  

 Suddenly, Todoroki lifted his head, and storm gray and piercing blue eyes looked towards her. Momo's stomach flipped sharply. She tore her gaze away, leaning back against the wall, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady her racing pulse.

 It was fine. It was fine. He hadn’t seen her...she didn’t think. 

 Momo hugged the quizzes closer to her chest. Even if he had, it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. She wasn’t stalking him. They just happened to be in the hallway at the same time. There was no reason to get flustered. 

     Feeling better, Momo opened her eyes and turned to see Jirou studying her intently.

 Momo jerked. 

 “Avoiding Todoroki again?” Jirou asked tonelessly, raising an eyebrow.

 “No!” Momo gasped, straightening nervously. Her fingers tightened around the quizzes, creasing the paper as heat spread up her neck. “We aren't avoiding him,” Momo insisted quickly. Lowering her voice so that Todoroki and their junior classmen wouldn’t be able to hear. “Only - only waiting until Todoroki-san finishes his conversation with our junior classmen. As heroes in training, we need to respect the privacy of others and not eavesdrop. And -”

 “Yaoyorozu. Jirou.” A deep baritone cut through her words.

 Momo started with a squeak.

 Jirou looked over Momo’s shoulder, her expression deadpan. “Oh. He caught us.” 

 Momo turned; her gaze met heterochromatic eyes. “To-Todoroki-san!” she stuttered.

 He looked between her and Jirou in confusion. “What are you two doing?”

 Momo swallowed. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. “We were - that is, we didn’t want to bother you as you were speaking with our underclassmen.” 

 Todoroki stared at her blankly, and Momo forced an innocent smile.

 “Oh, I see,” he said after a moment. Then he tilted his head and looked down at the papers in her arms. “Taking work to Aizawa-sensei?” He reached up and adjusted the shoulder strap of his school bag as his gaze drew back up to her face. “I’m going that way too. I’ll walk with you both.”

 Momo’s smile faltered. “That’s - That’s o -”

 “Oh,” Jirou interrupted in a high, saccharine voice. Momo furrowed her eyebrows as she turned sharply to stare at her. 

 Jirou reached up and rubbed the back of her neck; a sly smile curved at the corners of her lips. “I just remembered I forgot something in the classroom.”

 Momo’s stomach dropped.

 No.

 Jirou wouldn’t…

 That would be too cruel.

 Jirou’s dark eyes glittered as they met hers. “You two go on without me.”

 “Jirou...”

  “I’ll catch up,” Jirou said, holding up her hands, her smile feigning innocence. Then, her eyes flashed, and she took an abrupt step closer, leaning into Momo’s side. “Good luck,” she whispered in a voice that only Momo could hear. 

 It felt like the floor had fallen out from under Momo. But, before she could compose herself, Jirou gave a mock salute and strode off down the hallway, abandoning her.

 A cold sweat chilled the back of Momo’s neck. 

 Traitor. 

 Fiend. 

 How could Jirou do this to her? She had been the one who had forced Momo to realize she had feelings for Todoroki, and now she was leaving her alone with him? Momo was going to make a complete fool of herself in front of Todoroki. What was Jirou thinking?

 Momo’s legs buckled. She was never going to forgive her. 

 Never. Never. Never.

 “Yaoyorozu,” Todoroki said, slicing through her thoughts. “What are you mumbling about?”

 Momo felt her pulse jump in her throat. She looked back up quickly. “Nothing!” 

 Todoroki tilted his head, studying her for a moment before giving her a small nod. “Let’s go then,” he said, turning.

 “Y-yes!” Drawing in a deep breath, Momo forced her feet to follow him down the hallway towards the teacher’s lounge. 

 She could do this. It was just a simple walk. A simple walk with the guy that she had a crush on.

 Momo dropped her gaze to the floor, heat staining her cheeks.

 She was acting immature. Nothing had changed between them. Todoroki still treated her exactly the same. Momo tried to ignore the disappointment that welled up in her chest at the thought.

 Maybe it was because, for the first time, she realized how handsome he was or just how many other admirers he had. It wasn’t that Momo hadn’t known Todoroki was popular with the female student body at U.A. — Ashido mentioned it enough that it was impossible for her not to know, but Momo had never really paid attention to how many girls had their eyes on him. Were all the girls that approached him as cute as those last ones? 

 Momo looked down at herself. She didn’t stick out at all. Her hands and knees were scraped from hero training, and her hair was knotted and messily bunched into a high ponytail. Even her waist wasn’t as petite as most women’s because she needed the extra fat for her quirk. 

 She frowned at her line of thinking. This wasn’t like her at all. Momo was aiming to become a top hero; she didn’t have time for self-deprecating or immature thoughts. 

 Even her actions recently had become quite childish: Eavesdropping around corners and avoiding her seatmate between classes. Todoroki would be disappointed in her if he knew.

 Besides, Momo knew that his offer to accompany her to the festival should not be taken out of context. It had been a simple case of one very attractive friend asking a very reliable class representative to do their best to organize a class event because he planned to be in attendance. They were aiming to become heroes; they didn’t have time for dates or flirting, let alone a relationship. And it wasn’t as if Todoroki had given her any other indication that he was attracted to either her or the underclassmen who accosted him daily.

 Todoroki suddenly stopped, and Momo almost bumped into him before pulling up short. Her eyes snapped up and she felt her chest tighten as she realized that, while she had been lost in her thoughts, they had arrived at the teacher’s lounge.

 Todoroki reached out and pulled open the large sliding door then turned to her. 

 Momo licked her lips and swallowed over a lump in her throat. “Thank you again for walking with me Todoroki-san.” She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, “And, I’m sorry if we interrupted your conversation earlier. We were trying to be quiet...”

 Todoroki shrugged, emotionless. “It’s fine. We were done talking. I told them I wasn’t interested in hanging out.”

 “I see,” she said in relief. Momo pressed the papers closer to her chest. 

 Would it be rude to mention that she had noticed how many classmen she had seen approaching him recently? They were friends, right? Friends could ask those kinds of questions, couldn’t they? She inhaled deeply and before her courage could abandon her, added, “I’ve noticed that a lot of our younger classmen have been approaching you recently.”

 Todoroki snorted and looked away, his lips thinning slightly. “Yeah, I think there is some sort of a game going on.”

 Momo’s eyebrows pulled together. “A game?” 

 Someone was playing a game on Todoroki-san? Is that why those girls had approached him? 

 The relief she had felt was replaced by anger and a heavy sense of injustice at her junior classmates’ actions towards Todoroki. 

 How cruel. 

 Todoroki-san was an aspiring hero. Did the general studies girls not take him seriously because he was handsome? They should focus on their own studies instead of distracting him from his aspirations. 

 Todoroki looked back at her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. “I didn't know if you knew about it?” 

 “Of course not,” she said sharply, meeting his gaze. “We are heroes in training. They should be respectful and shouldn’t be playing games on you, especially without telling you the rules. It’s inappropriate -”

 Todoroki’s lips twitched, and Momo stopped. “What?”

 He shook his head. “If I knew you felt this way, I wouldn’t have told them that you already won.”

 Momo’s eyes widened. Her heart rate shot up. “What do you mean?” she squeaked.

 “Yukata shopping.” 

 Momo let out a deep breath. Of course. Of course, he meant that. No need to get worked up. She cleared her throat and looked back up at him. “How does yukata shopping allow one to win though?”

  Todoroki brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t know the rules, but I think the winner is whoever gets me to agree to spend time with them.” He glanced back towards her, and although his expression was unreadable, she thought his eyes seemed pleased. “Because we’re going shopping next weekend. I told them that you won.”

 Momo felt her heart stutter. “You're going?” Momo asked, surprised. She hadn’t been expecting him to attend. 

 “Hmm.” He nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets.

 “But, I thought you usually visit your mother on that day?”

 “I told her I'd go a different day. Besides, she seemed weirdly excited about it,” he said, glancing away for a moment, almost bashful, and then looking back at her. A small smile pulled at his lips that made Momo’s entire body grow warm. “So I'll be relying on you, Yaoyorozu.”

 Momo smiled brightly. “Of course! You can count on me.” 

 She entered the staff room feeling lighter than she had all week.

XXXXX

“Todoroki, there’s another group of girls here to see you,” Kaminari said, gesturing  with his thumb over his shoulder.

It was Thursday afternoon of their last week of class before summer break, and 2-A had just finished gym class. The girls, as per usual, were still changing, leaving the guys time to relax before their next lesson.

 Shouto looked up from the hero magazine Midoriya had spread out over the desk. A new group of younger classmen hovered outside of the doorway staring at him hopefully. 

 His eyebrows drew together, and he looked back at Kaminari. “Tell them they lost already.”

 Kaminari blinked, and his mouth dropped open. “What do you mean they lost already?”

 Shouto shifted. Even though his classmates continued to chatter and act normally, somehow, Shouto felt like all their attention was on him. He frowned. “The game they are playing, Yaoyorozu won.”

 Suddenly the classroom went unnaturally silent. Todoroki tilted his head. He didn’t understand what was wrong. 

 He looked at Midoriya, hoping to get an answer, but Midoriya was trembling. By the hue of his face, which practically matched Shouto’s red hair, he didn’t think he’d be getting an answer anytime soon. 

 Shouto frowned. He had been stating a fact. It wasn’t like he had said anything controversial.

 Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed a few times before it seemed his brain literally sparked back into action. “What?” 

 Then everyone was turning to look at him.

 “Bro-roki, what do you mean?” Sero demanded as he practically jumped over the desks to get closer.

 “Are you and the goddess going out?” Mineta demanded. His purple head looked about to explode.

 Shouto hummed. “Yeah, I’m going with everyone shopping for yukatas this weekend, and then the Sumidagawa festival in July…is no one else going?”

 There was a collective exhale that Shouto could almost feel throughout the room. Shouto eyebrows knit together as the guys seemed to deflate, falling back into their seats.  

 “So innocent,” Kaminari said, shaking his head. “Okay. Okay. I’ll tell the girls you aren’t interested.”

 Shouto nodded slowly. “Thanks.”

 As Kaminari walked away, Midoriya looked back up at Shouto. 

 “Todoroki-kun, what did you mean when you said Yaoyorozu won?” Midoriya asked slowly. 

 Shouto shrugged. “There’s been a game that girls have been playing to ask me to hangout over summer break. I’m going with Yaoyorozu shopping and to the festival, so she won,” he said, lifting his chin. Filled once again with that sense of pride he'd felt when he told Yaoyorozu that she won. 

 Yaoyorozu may not have known about the game, but Shouto was happy he had helped her win. It would have been unfair if she had lost without even knowing.

 “Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya said gently, after a second. “There is no such game.”

 Shouto tilted his head. He didn’t understand. Why would random girls keep asking him to hangout if it wasn’t part of some game? That didn’t make sense. Why else would they want to hangout with a boy who had a scar over his eye if they didn’t know him?

 Mineta sighed heavily in his seat behind Midoriya. “Only hot and cool looking guys can be this dense,” he whined, dropping his head onto his desk.

 Shouto frowned. He didn’t know what to make of that comment. He guessed it didn’t matter though. Shouto was positive that he had helped Yaoyorozu win, and the thought made warmth curl in his chest. 

 XXXXXX

 “I’m still mad at you for yesterday,” Momo said indignantly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she walked back towards the dorms.

 “Ah, come on,” Jirou whined, poking Momo's side with her earphone jack. Her eyes twinkled knowingly. “I didn’t say anything bad.”

 Momo glared down at Jirou. “You abandoned me!”

 “Helped you get a date, you mean.”

 Momo ignored her as heat spread across her cheeks. “I was so embarrassed. And it’s not a date. We are going as a class.”

 “Yeah, but now you can stop worrying about those other girls. Todoroki said he’d come Saturday. So, all is good.”

 Momo huffed and picked up her pace. She couldn’t believe Jirou. Even if she was feeling better knowing Todoroki had turned their junior classmen down, it wasn’t like she was going to forgive Jirou that easily. 

 “You know,” Jirou started in an offhand voice, keeping pace with Momo’s stride, “Now that he’s coming, you could always get matching outfits.”

 Momo’s eyes widened, and her heart stuttered on the phrase.

 Matching outfits? Her and Todoroki? 

 Momo's face warmed. An image of Todoroki leading her hand in hand through the stalls, in a yukata that matched hers, flickered through her mind. 

 He looked back at her, smiling. "I've been dreaming of escorting you again."

 Ahhh! 

 Momo shook her head to try and clear her thoughts. Her heart raced. 

 What was she thinking? She shouldn't get ahead of herself. Matching yukatas didn't mean they'd be a couple...but, maybe it was the start?

 XXXXXX

 Shouto shifted as Yaoyorozu’s dark eyes looked him up and down critically.

 She turned around and pulled a dark blue yukata off of a neatly pressed pile. Carefully shaking it out, she held it up to his chest, just like his sister did whenever she tried to determine if a color suited him.

 Shouto glanced away in an attempt to distract himself from how close Yaoyorozu was standing. His neck was hot, and he cleared his suddenly dry throat as he looked around the dressing room.

 The changing area, just like the rest of the store, was fancy - fancier than any place Shouto had ever been in before, especially for clothes shopping. 

 A long carpeted hallway led to four side-by-side changing stalls draped with heavy gray curtains. At either end of the hallway were two full-length mirrors. And along the opposite wall, where Yaoyorozu had stacked her pile of yukatas, was a long table that had been set up with glass pitchers holding different types of flavored water.  

 “Here,” Yaoyorozu finally said, her brow creasing into a ‘v,’ “Try this one on next.” 

 It was a deep navy blue with rectangular patterns and looked exactly the same as the one he had on. But he could tell by the determined gleam in Yaoyorozu's eyes that this wasn't something he should say out loud.

 Shouto forced himself not to sigh. He didn't understand why shopping for yukatas seemed so important to her, but she appeared eager in her endeavor.

 Whatever made her happy, he guessed. 

 And it was obvious that Yaoyorozu was happy doing this. She was in her element, sweeping up and down the aisles pulling off various yukatas of every color for their classmates to try on. Even Midoriya, who always dressed in ill-fitting pants and oversized boots, seemed to find something reasonable thanks to Yaoyorozu’s attention.

  Shouto reached out and pulled the fabric from Yaoyorozu’s hands. He stepped back into the small box-shaped changing room, closing the heavy fabric curtain again.

 Slowly, Shouto stripped out of his current yukata, folding the fabric as gently as he could, before pulling on the one Yaoyorozu had just handed him. It must have been the tenth one he tried on. His legs were starting to ache.

 When he was dressed, Shouto pulled open the curtain and stepped out. He scanned the hallway. Yaoyorozu was gone — off to find more yukatas probably. 

 Shouto tilted his head to both sides until his neck cracked and then leaned against the doorway of his dressing room. At the far end of the hallway, Shouto thought he heard what sounded like Sato Rikido’s deep timber mumbling from one of the stalls. 

 He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together as he waited.

 Tired. 

 He wondered how Yaoyorozu did it. 

 Shouto had never been what Fuyumi called a “shopper.” He rarely went to stores himself, usually relying on his sister to bring home clothes for him to try on. And they had been at the yukata store for over two hours. He honestly didn’t know what had gotten into him. And the fact that he didn’t feel overly annoyed at the whole process was strange as well.

 Maybe it was because they were doing it as a class? Or because even his mom had urged him to skip their usual Saturday lunches to come out. He wasn’t sure; all Shouto knew was that Yaoyorozu was trying her best, and he didn’t want to disappoint her, especially when, for some odd reason, he felt that Yaoyorozu was putting considerable more effort into helping him specifically. The thought sent a strange rush of satisfaction through his body, and his chest felt lighter.

 “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Yaoyorozu’s voice carried from the doorway.

 Shouto straightened as Yaoyorozu walked back into the dressing room. More yukatas were draped over her arm.

 Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, and she smiled. “Oh, this one looks so good on you!”

  She moved closer and beamed as she studied him, her black eyes shining. Shouto felt his earlier tiredness melt away as his stomach somersaulted.

 “What do you think?” Yaoyorozu asked after a moment.

 Shouto swallowed and shrugged. “It’s fine.” 

 Her eyes flickered up to his face, and her mouth thinned. “Todoroki-san, you have to have an opinion.” Her voice held a note of impatience. 

 Shouto’s lips twitched. He looked away before she could catch him. “Any of them are good. I’ll get whichever one you like.”

 Yaoyorozu huffed. Her cheeks puffed out in a way he had never seen before; it reminded him of a hamster, and Shouto felt a rush of warmth spread through him. 

 Cute.

 The word invaded his thoughts before he could censor it. It was foreign, alien, but it fit. 

 He looked back down at the yukatas in her arms and blinked as he noticed the sleeves were decorated with delicate flowers and objects that definitely weren’t for men.

 “For you?”

 Yaoyorozu followed his gaze down to her arms and smiled. “Yes. I’m almost done helping everyone else, so I thought I’d try on a couple as well. I was thinking a dark blue might be a nice change from what I usually wear, but have a couple of different colors for comparison...”

 Shouto opened his mouth to say something when a deep red one caught his attention. He stepped forward, and without thought, reached a daring hand out and caught the end of the fabric.

 Shouto had never been one to touch another’s things, especially without asking, but these were store items, so he didn’t see anything wrong with it. “I like this one.” 

 Yaoyorozu looked up sharply. Her dark eyes were almost doe-like as she searched his face, and Shouto couldn’t help feeling pleased with catching her off guard. “Th - thank you.”

  He nodded, releasing the fabric. They were so close the cloth of the yukatas in her arms skimmed against Shouto’s arm, but he didn’t move away. "The red color reminds me of your hero costume."

 “Well - I still have to try it on to see if it will look good.”

 He felt his lips lift on one side. “I think it will. The color suits you.”

   “Yaoyorozu-san, how do you tie this?”

 Yaoyorozu flushed red, stumbling backward as Sato’s nasally voice sounded down the hall, and the metal hooks of his changing curtain clanged as he opened it. 

 Shouto frowned, feeling unexpectedly disappointed as she edged away from him. 

 “Sato-san, I'll be right over,” Yaoyorozu called down the hallway. She pushed her yukatas onto the table.

 Shouto took a step back and was about to re-enter his dressing room when he paused, his fingers bunching in the gray curtain. He glanced back over his shoulder at Yaoyorozu. “Thanks, Yaoyorozu, for the help.”

 She looked up, and her dark eyes met his. His chest tightened. “I'll get this one,” he added.

 “You're - you're welcome!” Yaoyorozu stuttered as he closed the curtain behind him.

  XXXXX

 Slowly, like an old movie, the days finally eased into July, spreading a humid heat over Tokyo. Shouto had spent most of his time working part-time under his father or visiting his mother. Otherwise, another summer was passing by uneventfully. The only thing that seemed different was that sometimes he’d find himself wondering about Yaoyorozu or thinking about the upcoming festival with his classmates. And the more he thought about it, the more he found himself looking forward to it. So it was a relief when the day of the Sumidagawa festival finally arrived.

 “You look so handsome in blue!” His mother said excitedly, stepping closer. Her normally even and controlled voice fluctuated with barely contained emotion.  

 Shouto shifted. His ears felt hot as his mother straightened out the collar of his yukata. “Yaoyorozu picked it out.”

 Her smile widened, her gray eyes creasing at the corners. “Ah, she has good taste then. You’ll have to thank her for me.”

 Shouto hummed as his mother finally stepped back and looked him up and down; a warmth that he had never seen before shown in her eyes. His throat tightened as he watched her.

 It was almost surreal to see her like this. His mother seemed younger and happier than he could ever remember. As if seeing him go to a festival was one of those parent milestone things. 

 Perhaps it was — or maybe she was once again reading between the lines, into the emotional space Shouto still didn’t know how to interpret for himself yet.

 It had taken him ten years to muster the courage to face his mother again, but within a few months, it felt like she already knew him better than he knew himself. 

 Even when his letters were sparse, his mother seemed to understand the words and emotions he didn’t say. It wasn’t that he was trying to leave things out on purpose. He simply didn’t always know to describe things beyond what they were. 

 Shouto had never been good at interpreting his feelings — probably thanks to his bastard of a father. But recently it had become even more difficult, especially when thinking of Yaoyorozu, to put his thoughts into words. 

 For some reason, though, it seemed like the more confused and frustrated Shouto felt about these feelings, the happier his mother became. As if she were reading from a different book than him. 

 It could be slightly annoying, but, at least for today, he’d let it go because of how happy she was. 

 There was a curt knock, and then the door slid open to reveal a nurse. “Todoroki-san, it's time for your medicine.”

 His mother nodded.

 Shouto glanced up at the clock above the nurse's head. Almost three.

 He looked back at his mother. “I better get going. It’s a two hour train ride to get to the restaurant.” 

 “Of course.” She smiled brightly up at him. Her dark gray eyes twinkled. “Your mother would like a full report of your time with Yaoyorozu-san.” 

 XXXXX

  Momo raised her head. Her reflection shimmered in the mirror hanging against the pastel pink wall of her Tokyo bedroom. 

 The room wasn't as large as the one in her family's main home in Aichi, but comfortably fit a canopied queen size bed with matching Italian nightstands and dresser. On one wall, a silver Venetian mirror hung from ceiling to floor outside of a walk-in closet.

 Momo's heart pounded in her chest as she studied her reflection, warmth spreading in her limbs.

 After an uneventful summer, it was finally the day of the Sumigada festival, and Momo could hardly contain her excitement. She had gotten up early, double-checked the reservations, and then, unable to stop herself, pulled on her yukata hours earlier than necessary.

  She reached down and adjusted the sleeve of her yukata, careful not to wrinkle the delicate fabric. It was crimson with Sakura flowers of varying sizes and shades climbing up the sleeves and a pink obi fastened around her waist to cinch the fabric closed. 

 It didn’t match Todoroki's outfit like she had originally planned, but he had picked this one out for her. And red and blue were complementary colors, so arguably, they could still look like a couple.

 Momo felt her cheeks warm, and she cupped her face. 

 She looked pretty. Her hair was no longer in a spiky ponytail but wavy and more refined as it curled loosely down her back. And a pink sakura ornament entwined with strings of pearls was nestled in her hair.

  There was still four hours before she would meet up with her schoolmates at the yakitori restaurant. Admittedly, Momo was still a little unsure if that was the best choice for their class dinner, but Jirou had assured her repeatedly that the guys would only be happy if there was a lot of meat. And she had already checked that the restaurant had cold soba.

 Momo went and laid down on top of her bed. She couldn't stop smiling.

 Four more hours, and then she’d get to see Todoroki. Maybe she could surreptitiously sit next to him at the restaurant. He could ask for the soy sauce or for her to pass a drink, and she could pour it for him. Or, what if, while she gave him something, their hands brushed?

 She pressed her face into her pillow and squealed at the image. She needed to calm down. If she kept imagining these hypothetical scenarios, she would jinx herself.

 Drawing in a deep breath, Momo turned over to stare up at the canopy of her bed. She couldn’t wait. The night couldn't come fast enough. 

  There was a sharp knock on her door, and Momo looked over. “Who is it?”

 “Momo, dear. May I come in?”

 Momo sat up at the sound of her mother’s soft, silvery voice. “Yes, mother?” she called, patting down her cheeks, hoping to hide the evidence of her earlier inappropriate thoughts. 

 Her door creaked open, and a tall, lithe woman swept in. Her long, blonde hair had been pinned into an intricate bun that not a single hair dared to fall out from, and she walked with perfect grace, hinting at her past training as a model.

 Momo’s mother looked around the room before spotting her on the bed. Her lips pulled into a small smile that almost looked — regretful? “I’m sorry, my Momo-chan but I need to talk to you.”

 Momo nodded. She smoothed down the front of the yukata as she scooted to the edge of her bed. 

 “I know you are going to be upset,” her mother began delicately, as she moved closer, “But, I just received news from your father. He said he’s on a direct flight home from Singapore for a quick layover before his trip to America tomorrow morning.” Her mother’s face flickered, and she bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, before continuing. “I know you had your heart set on seeing your friends tonight, but I’d like to request you reconsider.”

 Momo’s eyes widened with shock. “What?” Her heart felt like it had suddenly dropped into the pit of her stomach. “I…”

 Her mother’s eyes softened as she sat down on the bed next to Momo. Her mother had the slight citrusy smell of bergamot mixed with the softer scents of rose and jasmine. “You haven't seen your Father in almost a year. He will want to see you and hear all about your training.” She reached out and gently drew Momo’s right hand into her own. “I reserved seats at your favorite French restaurant to apologize.”

 Momo dropped her gaze to watch her mother’s hands wrap around her own. She blinked as her vision grew blurry. “I…I wanted to see the fireworks with everyone,” Momo whispered.

 Her mother squeezed her hand. “I know.” Her voice held a string of regret. “But, you can go see the fireworks with them next year.” Her mother’s dark eyes, so similar to Momo’s own, searched her face. “We hardly have a chance these days to do anything as a family. Your friends would understand, wouldn’t they? Will you do this - for me?” 

 Momo bit her lower lip. She knew how much her mother treasured their family time, and she hardly ever asked anything of Momo. Her parents had always supported her and loved her dearly. Would she be a bad daughter if she refused?

 Momo’s stomach twisted. “Yes, mother,” she said after a moment, because, at the end of the day, she could never go against her mother’s wishes.

 Her mother’s face relaxed, and her mouth curved up into a small, grateful smile. “Next New Year’s, we can go see the fireworks in Paris. They're lovely.”  

 XXXXX

 Shouto tuned Midoriya and Iida out as he leaned back in his chair and looked around for a signature ponytail.

 Class 2-A was packed into a private dining room. Smoke and the smell of grilled yakitori permeated the air as they chatted excitedly about the upcoming night.

 Where was she? 

 Yaoyorozu planned for their class to meet here before going to enjoy the rest of the festival. Had something happened?

 “Iida,” he said, interrupting his friend’s conversation with Midoriya. “Where’s Yaoyorozu?”

 Iida blinked then adjusted his glasses. “Unfortunately, Yaoyorozu-kun isn’t going to make it tonight.”

 “What?” Shouto demanded. His stomach clenched almost painfully. 

 Iida shook his head in regret. “She said that her family had something unexpected come up.”

 Shouto felt a pang of hurt that she hadn’t messaged him, but then, it wasn’t like she had any specific obligation to him.

 “Thanks,” he muttered, dropping his head to glare down at his plate. He suddenly didn’t feel like being at the event. 

 Yaoyorozu was the one who wanted to see the fireworks. She had been more excited than anyone. Why would she back out now? Shouto ground his teeth.

 Was it her parents? Had they said something to her? Were they keeping her from attending? 

 His throat felt tight, and his hands shook as memories of his own childhood flashed through his mind. He couldn’t stand this.

 He didn’t know much about Yaoyorozu’s family life, but could it be that her parents were as overbearing as his father had been with him? He knew they had high expectations of her. Had they guilted her or forbade her from coming? Shouto imagined that Yaoyorozu might have a hard time telling her parents off it that was the case.

  Hot anger curled in his throat.

 She had planned all of this. She had been so excited.

 His hands curled into tight fists.

 How could she just decide not to come?

 His chair screeched back as Shouto abruptly stood up.

 “Todoroki-san!” Midoriya cried as he and Iida stared at him.

 Shouto swallowed. He turned, ignoring them.

 “Jirou.” The earphone jack girl looked up. Shouto rolled his jaw. “What’s Yaoyorozu’s address?”

 Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”

 Shouto straightened. “I’m going to go get her.”

 Jirou met his eyes, and then, as if understanding, nodded. “I’ll text it to you.”

 “Thanks,” Shouto said, pushing his chair in.

 He hurried out of the restaurant, feeling his phone already vibrating. He slid his hand into the pocket of his yukata and pulled it out, scanning Jirou’s text.

 “Todoroki!”

 Shouto turned to see Midoriya and Iida in the doorway. “What are you going to do?” Midoriya asked.

 Shouto’s fingers tightened around his phone. “I’m going to get her.”

 Midoriya’s eyes widened. “Yaoyorozu-san?”

 “Todoroki-kun, that is unacceptable. You can’t just barge into Yaoyorozu-kun’s family affairs!”

 “I know that,” he said, avoiding Iida’s gaze. “But I can’t accept this!”

 ���You always say that it’s a hero’s duty to poke their head into places they don’t belong, and Yaoyorozu was more excited than anyone for this.” His fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. Shouto looked up, and his eyes met Midoriya’s. He set his jaw. “So I’m going to go get her.”

 “Well, I - I can go with you…”

 “No,” Shouto said firmly. Then softening his tone added. “No. You stay here. You wanted to see the fireworks too, didn’t you?” Midoriya’s face turned red and as his friend’s eyes glanced quickly towards Uraraka, Shouto knew he had hit the mark. He straightened. “Outside of you and Iida, I’m the fastest. I’ll go by myself.”

 Shouto turned and took off down the street before Iida and Midoriya could protest.

  A picture of Yaoyorozu crying flashed through his mind. He brought his hand up and pressed it to the middle of his chest. His fingers dug into the fabric over his chest. It ached.

 The yukata was hard to run in, and he could feel the geta sandals bite into his toes. In the back of his mind, he knew it was definitely going to hurt tomorrow, but at the moment he just felt numb.

 Yaoyorozu needed him.

 The streets got more crowded as he spun around a corner and back towards the main road.

 Faster.

 He pushed past a couple, only barely muttering an apology as he continued towards the station.

  Faster.

 The seven-fifteen train would take him towards Aichi prefecture.

 Shouto could feel his muscles strain as he pushed his body on.

 He needed to go faster.

 His geta sandals slapped against the pavement. He had two hours until the start of the fireworks. He needed to get to Aichi and back. If everything went right, he’d just make it. 

   I want to be with her! 

  XXXXXXXX 

 Extra notes:

I know Momo lives in Aichi prefecture, but thought it would be appropriate if her family had a place in Tokyo too. Aoyama, or also known as Aoyamadori, is considered as one of the richest neighborhoods in the entire city of Tokyo.