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subbmissivesuccubus · 2 months

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Rut

Summary: The Hero is in heat thanks to his quirk and you, being a good wife, decide to help him through it. Unfortunately for you, you severely underestimated just how difficult ‘helping’ him would be.

A/N: Another Patreon request! I don't watch MHA but I always loved Hawks design so this was fun to write!

Disclaimer : Hawks X Fem reader. Overstimulation. Marathon sex. Rut.

“Baby- baby wait- fuck- don’t come closer!”

You froze, your hand stilled on the doorknob, about to open said door before you heard your husband call out to you from behind it.

“Keigo, what’s wrong?” you asked, listening to his wishes for the moment, “Did something happen? Are you hurt?!”

You felt your heartbeat fasten a bit, your mind conjuring up a multitude of scenarios. Being a Hero was no joke and you couldn’t count the many nights where you sat glued to the TV, heart pounding as you wondered if your husband was coming home that night alive.

“I- I’m fine baby. I’m not hurt.” He called out, making you sigh with relief, “but really- I can’t explain it but- I- I need to be alone.”

“Keigo, I love you and I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.” You said, “but I am not leaving until I see you and make sure you’re ok for myself. I’m opening the door!”

“No- wai-“

But before he could get the word out, you pulled the handle and pushed the door open, eyes widening as you walked into…uh…

A huge mess of a room. The sheets were all pulled out and thrown around, the pillows were ripped up with feathers all over the bed. Your closet doors were thrown open and your clothes were all taken out, including your undergarments. On the bed, in the middle of all of the mess, was your husband, seemingly buried under a giant pile of your clothes. His usually styled hair was all over the place, adding onto the crazed look in his eyes and the flushed face. He was sweating profusely, hair matted onto his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed with an expression on his face that looked like he was in pain. His wings were wrapped around himself, feather shivering underneath the clothes.

“Fuck…” he cursed as he saw you, tossing his head back against the pillow made of your clothes.

“…What’s going on?” you asked, truly confused. You husband groaned loudly from under his cocoon, burying his head farther down the pile until you couldn’t even see him anymore, just his wings.

“…I’m in a rut.” He finally said, his voice muffled.

“What was that?”

“A. Rut.” He repeated louder.

“You mean…like…” you said, having heard the phrase before, “Like mating season?”

Hawks growled even louder, “Yes- fuck- my body is on overdrive and my dick is constantly hard. It sucks! I tried to calm myself down by jerking off and nesting with your clothes but- fuck me- it isn’t working.”

“So that’s what this is…” you said, at least getting an answer about the mess, “I’ve never seen you like this before. Is this the first time it’s happening?”

“…No. It happens every year.”

“What?! How have I never noticed it?”

“Because…I send you away. I buy you vacations to g-get you out of the house. S-Speaking of which- why are you back so early?! Your trip should have ended n-next week!”

“My dad fell sick so we had to cut things short.” You explained, wondering why you never questioned Keigo’s generosity in sending you on trips during the same time every year, “I can’t believe you kept this from me!”

“I’m sorry baby but-“ he hissed as his body shivered for no reason, “The rut can be…a lot to handle. My body just wants to fuck and fuck and fuck until my bones give out! It’s not pretty…”

“Then why do you not want me here?” you asked, still keeping your distance as you didn’t want to overwhelm your man, “I could help!”

That finally got him to push his head out of his wings enough for him to give you a look that said ‘you can’t be serious’. “Baby- you pass out after three rounds. There’s no way you can handle me when I’m like this.”

You gasped, an offended hand on your chest, “That’s not true- I mean- yes maybe- but my husband is in pain! What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t even try?”

Before he could even say anything, you grabbed your coat and shrugged it off of you, making him gasp as the fabric fell to the ground. You were just about to pull your dress off when Keigo broke out of his cocoon and surged forward so fast you could barely process it. He gripped you by the collar and pulled you towards him, the man still kneeling on the bed but even so, his face was in line with yours.

“You really- really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He growled, looking more animalistic than you’ve ever seen him. You gulped as you felt his hot breath fan your face, the look in his eyes making you shiver. You sex life was perfectly fine and quite satisfying but even through your years long relationship, you’d never seen him have this look- this ferocity- this…desperation in his eyes.

You felt your pussy quiver already, Keigo hissing as he saw your pupils dilate.

“I’m serious!” he said, grunting as he could smell the heat off of you, trying his best to not jump you and rip your clothes off, “This won’t be normal. I’ll go round after round- constantly fucking you and cumming inside you- You can beg me to stop but once I start- there’s no stopping.”

You gulped, hands going back to your dress to start unravelling it.

“Baby- take this seriously!” Keigo snapped, frustrated, “I know you think it’s all fun and games but- but-“

His thought trailed off as you managed to push your dress off of your shoulders, the fabric falling in a heap on the floor, leaving you clad in your underwear.

“…Fuck it.”

You squealed as your husband grabbed you by the hips, picking you up enough to turn around and throw you onto the bed, making you crash into your pile of clothing. You licked your lips as he all but pounced on you, the man making work of his pants as he pressed his lips against your, stealing your breath away.

This was going to be a long night~

~~~~~

Slurp “Ah baby-“ Mwah schuck shuck “Just like that- fuck me- keep pumping that cock- mmmph~”

You gasped as Keigo latched onto your nipple mercilessly, suckling on you like a baby as he lied down on the bed, torso supported on your lap, wings and all. Your left hand pumped his hard member as he suckled on you, pre-cum dripping down it like a faucet, making his dick so slick- it was like you had lathered it with lube.

His cock was hot and needy, the tip so red you wondered if it hurt. He was panting against you like a dog in heat- but it was rather a bird in heat. Your nipple was slick with saliva, drool dripping down the curve of your tit. He was sucking on your sensitive bud so hard it took your breath away, you bare pussy gushing at his moans.

Both of you were stark naked, clothes tossed all over the place and in definite need of a wash once this was over. Your spine shivered as Keigo moaned against your nipple, biting down on it gently when your hand paid special attention to the tip of his cock.

“Babe- fuck- gonna cum!”

“Wh- already?” you asked, surprised. It wasn’t even five minutes since you got your hands on him. He groaned in frustration against you, giving your nipple another bite before he simply snuggled his face between your tits, sighing happily as he felt the weight of them against him.

“I’ll cum fast but- mmph- I’ll cum a lot- oh fuck- yes- yes- cumming- cumming!”

With a shout, Hawks arched his back as he climaxed, making you gasp as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his tip. Your eyes widened at the amount, a seemingly never-ending stream of white ejaculated out of his cock and onto your hands, coating your fingers. Some of his cum spurt out with such force it stained his chest and a bit of his chin. He moaned loudly- shamelessly as he shivered from the pleasure, his balls throbbing from each pump of his cum.

Eventually, he relaxed a bit, taking in deep breaths as he snuggled his face harder against your breasts, a happy grin on his face. You blinked as you pulled you hand away from his cock, gulping at the sheer amount of cum on your fingers. Your whole hand was covered, webs of cum created as your spread your fingers apart. It looked like twice- maybe even thrice the amount of semen your husband would usually let out when he came.

“…The tissues are in the bedside drawer.” Keigo said, smirking at your shocked expression and getting off of you long enough for you to get the box of tissues and wipe your hand clean.

“Let’s go again.” He demanded, his hand groping at his still hard cock, looking at you like you were her prey, “I want to taste that pussy.”

~~~~~

“Ah- Ah- fuck- honey- right there!”

Hawks moaned against you, shaking his head from left to right, tongue dragging across every inch of your sopping cunt, “Here? Yeah?”

He gulped down your juices like he was a man dying of thirst, his hand in between his legs as he jerked off. Suckling on your nipples and getting a handjob was amazing- but he could never deny himself the pleasure of lapping at your cunt while he touched himself. It was one of his favourite hobbies.

“God- I love this pussy- love this pussssy so much~” he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sealed his slick lips around your clit and gave it a toe-curling suck, your cries tuned out over the sound of him slobbering all over you. It was messy and sloppy but oh so good! You arched your back, your hands tangled in his hair and you wondered if you wanted to push him away or pull him in even more. The sloppy sound of him sucking you up and drinking your juices made your face turn so red, it reached your ears, the noises and moans leaving your mans mouth making your heart rate increase.

Was he in heat or was it you?

Keigo stuck his tongue out lewdly and started flicking at your clit, pumping his cock in time with every movement, your little bud at his mercy. His feathers shook with the force of his hand, the man moaning against your clit and making your ears ring from the sensation. He once again opened his mouth wide before he took your whole pussy in his mouth, making out with her like he does with you.

“Keigoooo- oh God- s-slow down!” you whined, trembling underneath his merciless actions. He shook his head no against you, once again dragging his tongue all over you. He sucked your pussy lips into his mouth for a second before he said:

“No stopping. No slowing down. Now- cum in my mouth.”

~~~~~

“Fuuuck!” Keigo gasped as he couldn’t control his hips as he started pumping into your mouth, “Take it- take it- take my fucking cock!”

You gagged around your husband’s member, his dick pumping in and out of your throat, fucking it like it was your cunt. Having you lying on your back with your head leaning over the edge, you felt his balls clap against your forehead as Keigo fucked into your face, blood rushing to your head. The position gave you no choice but to take it- saliva and spittle leaving your mouth and dripping upwards. Your pussy quivered from the ghost of your orgasm, the sensation of his tongue on your slit still lingering and the warmth of the semen he splashed over your cunt making you tingle. You were stained with copious amounts of his seed, his second orgasm just as explosive as the first one and your whole pussy was covered in white.

It was only a matter of time before it was pumped inside.

Gawk Gawk gawk- hah- slurp- slurp- gawk

“Fuck baby- I can see my cock- fuuuck- imprint on your throat! It’s so hot!”

You could only imagine the view. Your tits bouncing up and down with the force of his thrusting- your neck stretched to accommodate the position which made it more evident when the bulge of his member showed up. He hissed as his hands went to your chest, squeezing your jugs and using them as leverage to pump faster against you.

“Y-You ok baby?” he asked, mind dizzy from the pleasure, surprised that he was still able to string sentenced together, “You can take it- ah- right?”

You gurgled around his cock, the vibrations making his knees buckle as he picked up the pace. Drool coated his balls, his sack slapping against your face harder as he mercilessly pumped into you, chasing his pleasure. You squealed as he suddenly pushed himself as deep as he could go and stayed there, your nose pressing against his nuts as his hands left your tits to instead reach for your legs. Your back arched off the bed, eyes watering as his cock was pushed impossibly deep, your fingers gripping the sheets below you tightly as he spread your knees apart, baring him your cum stained pussy. You squealed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding between your pussy lips as he sought out your dripping hole.

“Ah- fuck baby- let me- mmmph- stretch this cunt out for my cock~”

~~~~~

Plap plap plap plap plap

Your fingers dug into the skin of Keigos back- well- as much as you could considering the wings sprouting from his back. Said wings were slightly flapping, almost helping him thrust into your cunt with as much force as possible. Legs wrapped around his waist, your moans were swallowed by his tongue down your throat, your husbands’ eyes open and drinking in your fucked out expression even as he pounded you.

His balls clapped against your ass as his fat, throbbing cock pumped in and out of you, the drag of his veiny member against the ribbed texture of your cunt making both of you groan from the pleasure. You gasped as you broke the kiss, turning you head away so you could get a second to catch your breath. You felt him licking your skin to occupy his mouth, grateful that he was giving you a moment to collect yourself even as his tongue dragged over your cheek and upto your ear. You shivered as he ran his tongue along your ear before sticking it inside, the sensation making your whole body shudder.

After swallowing his cum (to the best of your abilities) and cumming around his fingers, Keigo didn’t give you even a second before he changed positions, spreading your legs so he could slide his cock inside your poor, sensitive pussy. His hips moved like a machine, rutting into you like it was the last thing he’d do. You gasped as the curve of his cock constantly hit your special spot each time he thrust in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation.

…maybe you did bite off more than you could chew.

~~~~~

“Haa-aa-aawks!” you called out, voice jumping from the force of his thrusting. He simply grunted in response; his cock somehow still rock hard as he took you from behind. The cum he had dumped into your pussy was leaking out and staining the sheets, but he didn’t really care. He was going to pump another load into you afterall.

“B-Break- fuck- I need a b-break!” you pleaded, ass clapping back against his hips, his mouth watering at the ripple of your plush skin.

“No way.” He growled, raising a hand and smacking your ass cheek, loving your squeal as he left a handprint behind, “I warned you. We’re not fucking stopping!”

Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, elbows giving in as your torso fell to the mattress, leaving you face down, ass up. You panted against the pillow as the position somehow drove his cock deeper inside you, his cum staining your thighs and his balls. His cock was practically covered in white, Keigo churning up the semen inside of you and it was so filthy, it made your head spin.

“Fuck- gonna cum baby!” he cried out as he felt his balls tighten, the familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm making his body tingle, “Pump this pussy with my seed- let’s get you pregnant, ok?”

You simply moaned against the pillow; your noises muffled by the fabric as tears left your eyes. Your eyes widened and you shrieked as Keigo leaned over you and slid his hand down to your cunt, his fingers easily finding your clit.

“Ah- ah- Kei- fuck!” you panted against the pillow, your body going into overdrive as he started swiping at your sensitive, swollen bud, “too much- too- ah- fuck!”

The two of you climaxed simultaneously, the familiar sensation of your husband pumping copious amounts of cum inside you pushed you to your orgasm, your pussy squirting and spraying liquid all over the mattress.

You collapsed flat on the bed, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy throbbed, Keigos’ cum seeping out of you like a flood. You didn’t need to look back to know he was still hard and ready to go again.

“…Spread your legs. I need to eat out your asshole.”

“Wh- Keigo- eep!”

You squealed as the man gripped onto your ass cheeks before spreading them apart, exposing your puckered rim to him before he surged forward, planting his face right between your cheeks. You babbled at he started greedily lapping at your hole, shamelessly moaning as he tasted you. You shrieked, body once again getting overstimulated as his ran his tongue over your rim. The two of you dabbled in a bit of anal over the years but never in such a…desperate manner.

He smacked your ass before he shook his head between your cheeks, motorboating you butt as he played with you like a toy, his cock hard and leaking between his legs.

You tried to remember where you kept the lube.

~~~~~

The sun was up.

Fuck.

The sun was rising.

And you two were still having sex.

Well, Hawks was. You passed out during the middle of things and you had given him permission to use you even after you blacked out. Your body really couldn’t take any more orgasms and it shut down at some point.

You awoke with a start, several sensations hitting you all at once, making your head spin. You were lying on top of Keigo, your head nestled against his neck as he pumped his hips up and into you. You gasped as you felt the burn of his cock in your ass, his thick member stretching out your barely used hole. The glide was significantly easier than the first time he fucked your ass tonight thanks to all the cum lubing you up.

“L-Last one baby!” Keigo panted, somehow looking stunning even through the many hours of sex and orgasms, “Ready? Yeah? Want my cum?”

“H-Hurry up…” you groaned, your body still weak and tingly from when you passed out. You had lost count of the number of times you came as well as the number of times Keigo came. You stopped counting after six. Your body was fucked within an inch of its life and you had no more energy and so, you simply lied on top of him like a ragdoll, panting against his neck as he embraced you tightly. His hips bucked up into you, his thighs flexing deliciously as he chased his pleasure.

“Cumming- fuck- cumming!!”

With a final shout, his head tossing back and eyes rolling to the back of his head, Hawks came one more time. You mewled as his seed filled you up but you noted that it was significantly less that what you had endured all night. You felt his chest deflate, like a load was taken off of his shoulders (and his balls), the man finally relaxing.

“Fuuuck…” he said, gently pulling his cock out of you and thankfully, he was now soft, “That was…insane…”.

You nodded against him, grimacing as you finally got a second to note the condition of your body, i.e. covered in sweat and cum and stuffed full of semen that was continuously leaking out of you.

“Y-You ok baby?” Keigo asked and you couldn’t help but smile. He was clearly trying to fight sleep, his rut having left him and rendering him exhausted yet satisfied, no longer tormented by the heat.

“I’ll be ok.” You said, kissing his neck, “…But no sex for a month. I think I almost died.”

You felt his chuckle rumble in his chest, “I warned you, baby bird.”

“Mmmm. You did.”

“Speaking of baby, you’re probably knocked up, right?”

“…Probably.”

“…Nice.”

#subby writes #my hero acadamia #my hero acadamia smut #mha smut #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia smut #mha hawks #bnha smut #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #keigo smut

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jaythes1mp · 1 month

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Do you think readers' lives would be different if they were a deer hybrid?

Fun Fact: Did you know that cervids (from the deer, deer and elk family) are considered extremely sensitive animals. When suffering severe stress, such as when captured or rescued, for example, the animal's reaction can cause what is called 'capture myopathy' ', which compromises the organism of these animals.

I do, actually. Because, another fun fact! In June of this year me and my roommate saved a baby deer who was laying next to her mums dead body (she was less than 48 hours old). Fortunately she wasn’t injured. We were extremely lucky to be living next to a wildlife specialist, our neighbour, who’s been looking after Astrid and will continue to until she’s old enough to be relocated. Thankfully this wasn’t the first deer that’s been brought to her. So unfortunately I'm very acquainted with that fact.

She’s still striving strong though! These were the first pics taken of her.

Anyway, how they’d react:

Batfam x deer hybrid reader

With Damian's exceptionally caring nature when it comes to animals, he has already meticulously planned out the perfect environment for your deer forms comfort. He has considered every possible scenario and tailored everything to ensure your contentment as well as a space to meet all of your needs.

The young Wayne would thoughtfully strategize and visualise your reactions to every minor action or stimulus. He would carefully consider the most appropriate responses and adapt his behaviour to ensure a positive and nurturing environment for you. Even if the environment in question was one that you were forced into.

The bats would handle your transformed state with great caution, disregarding if your human mind was in control when you were transformed or not. Given your affiliation with the Cervidae family in your animal form, the Wayne family would be especially mindful and considerate of your natural tendencies, behaviours, and instincts.

Despite Dick's intelligence and expertise as a vigilante, being second only to Bruce Wayne himself, his impatience would become apparent within the twenty-ninth attempt to approach you for some affectionate ‘big brother cuddles’. Assuming you’re an adult or older teen, you would be extremely skittish and resistant in your deer form to his advances and attempts to get close, if not completely avoid his presence altogether, let alone let him cling to you for a ‘snuggle.’

Jason wouldn’t comprehend why you’d consistently conceal yourself, in both forms, hiding behind the couch every time he arrives, or why you involuntarily freeze at the sound of his motorcycle, or even why you instinctively flee at the slightest hint of him standing or making a move. But despite his confusion, he doesn't hold it against you. He’s witnessed the horrific experiences and trauma the children of Gotham City are subjected to, and if hiding and evading is the way you cope with what you’re going through, then he’s willing to wait patiently for you to feel secure in his presence. As your sibling, he vowed never to give you a reason to fear him. He knows just how overwhelming it is in this new environment, and he’s not planning on giving you any more reasons to be frightened by them.

Tim would find it easier to deal with your distressed nature than the others, opting to monitor you through the security cameras, allowing him to work on his cases simultaneously, rather than being overly affectionate with you. This way, he could keep a watchful eye on you without having to directly interact, which allows him to multi-task and focus on both keeping you safe and solving his cases.

Despite Jason and Dick no longer living in the Manor, Bruce would likely be the one to spend the least time with you. However, he's not neglecting you. He makes a conscious effort to rearrange his busy schedule, keeps certain days free every week, and meticulously plans time for some quality family bonding. Even if the quality time in question only consists of him quietly sitting in your vicinity, sipping on some freshly made tea while reading the newspaper, he cherishes every moment that he gets to share with you. Simply being near you is enough. Because you're his child, and he's not planning on fucking that up ever again.

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Pls Yan batfam with Teenager Reader who Loved Reading and ist evry night in the libary

Damian hates it, because he's a disciplinarian who follows a strict schedule and you're his favourite sibling so he extension, you should also follow his schedule. Chews your ear off about staying up late to read books, telling you that you need to be in touch with reality rather than spending hours in fiction. And if he's particularly mad at you (like u gave Jason more attention than him), then he will give you a major spoiler and ruin the whole thing for you. And of course after he will have the nerve to be mad at you when you give him the silent treatment because you're mad af him. How dare you????

Tim gets it. He gets wanting to be a night owl and wanting to spend some time alone. Does he leave you alone though? No. He'll be there with you in the library where he's researching on his laptop for some mission, not directly bothering you but he'd get up to bring you some coffee too. Maybe a chocolate bar if he's feeling extra affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, Tim is looking through your web history (he's tapped in ur phone) but not for some creepy reason! He just wants to see what genre you're interested in so that he could order more books for you. And also read your texts.

Dick is conflicted. On one hand, he wants you to enjoy reading; it's a good healthy habit and you should read because it'll broaden your mind and widen your horizon and blah blah blah he is concerned because he wants you to have a healthy sleeping schedule and not lose your eyesight because of how long you keep your nose stuck in a book. Alright, come on now, time for daily naps and oh oh-! Have some milk before you wander off to the library that is totally not spiked with melatonin gummies. Okay, you can read the books if you cuddle with Dick and tell him about the stuff you read and general thoughts in your mind that he hasn't found the technology to hack into🥰

Jason is not at the manor often but when he is, he usually comes at night and he's always baffled at you still being up and about, reading in the library. Doesn't matter if you're reading for school, for fun or for a mission (which he absolutely condemns u from taking part in), he is throwing you over his shoulder and dragging you back to bed. Night is for sleep! And you are at an age (u could be an adult, it doesn't matter to him) where u need beauty sleep. He is standing by your bed, glaring at you until you fall asleep and once you do, his eyes soften and he pecks your hairline before leaving. Sometimes when you're telling him about the book you read, he'd pretend he's bored and not listening, but you could randomly quiz him any day and he'd remember it down to the fine details. He really does cherish these moments with you, even the ones where you're being a total mega nerd (he has actually seen your book list and has tracked down the author to sign the super limited edition of your book, on gun point ofc)

Bruce doesn't mind you staying late at the library to read, sure he'll lightly mention you to catch up on your sleep, but he wouldn't exactly force your bedtime. Honestly, he enjoys it watching you read, be it when he's working on something in the library or watching you from the hidden cameras in the manor, your concentrated face looks absolutely adorable. Also someone who enjoys listening to you ramble on about your book, and he definitely quizzes you on the topic, and adds in some tidbits from his own research. Might make you do a paper/PowerPoint if you're up for it. Definitely reads the same books you read, np matter the genre and his dislike for it, he wants to be close to you🥺🥺🥺

#yandere bruce wayne #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batboys #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne #yandere tim drake #yandere batman

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nabitsun · 5 months

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— SPINE BREAKER shy! choso x fem reader

᭝ synopsis : who knew you just needed good dick from a shy boy to lose that attitude.

᭝ tags : smut & little angst? uni (both in their 20s), reader is kind of a minx but you'll pick that up.. (well, all reader's friends are), oral sex (f), pussyjob, unprotected (pull out game 10/10), uhh sweet choso duh <3

᭝ wc : 11.5 K

᭝ notes : t'was supposed to be a one-scene typa oneshot but got carried away - blame it on choso. (i remixed that shit 4 times)

"shoko.."

"what is it?"

"no need to put these under my nose i've told you, i'm not coming." you slap her hand away gently, she's holding two entries for a random party in town.

"oh but you will." she smiles.

you know you will, you always do.

"c'mon i have two entries? i can't waste them."

"exactly, ask yuki to come with you."

"she also bought two entries, she's already coming with someone else."

you give her a quizzical look,

"i don't know any better, she didn't say."

"she's probably inviting aoi over again, God.. another reason to not come.." you shake your head at the sole thought of the man.

"who's that?" she says, switching up outfits in front of her as she ponders in front of the mirror.

"y'know that meathead eccentric guy who's like, super fan of her,"

"ohh, that one.." she hums in thoughts "mh, i doubt it though. the last time he was here, he didn't leave with that same smug face. if he keeps getting into trouble the way he does, I doubt she'll invite him back."

she's referring to the last time yuki invited aoi to one of these parties, not to sugarcoat anything but he definitely learnt the hard way to not be an arrogant show off.

"i hope not." you mumble

"stop trying to find excuses. you're coming with me, we're gonna have a good time, end of story."

you let out a crude laugh, "let me rephrase. you're gonna have a good time, and i am gonna get bored out of my mind." you can see her roll her eyes, "i don't even see the point of going there."

"because you don't try to have fun."

"if trying to have fun implies rubbing myself on some smelly drunk strangers with shitty ass songs in the background, then yeah i'd rather not try."

"you're no fun, it's not that bad."

"it's not that bad until you reach your fifth drink" you quick back as you cross your arms over your chest as if to withdraw from this endless battle that you know, will defeat you.

"aren't you being a little dramatic, now?" shoko barely looks at you with raised eyebrows. she knows as well as you do that beyond her tolerance limit she's no longer controllable, which is why you've spent many nights taking her home and trying - as best you could - to bring her back safe and sound. she won't admit it though.

you dismiss the (probably) rhetoric question, "since yuki's coming, why do you want me to go so bad?"

"what a silly question." she sighs as if she'd heard a child say the most gullible nonsense, "i like having you around, that is all."

"something is tellin' me you don't wanna end up third wheeling," you sing song.

"shut up.. you're coming anyway." she avoids your stare and lets out a heavy sigh, "you like the blue one?" she twirls the dress on its hanger around and turn over to face you, she tilts her head on the side as if to weight your future answer.

"i like the purple better."

"that's what i was thinking.."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

being confided in the car with a loquacious shoko didn't help the growing headache you felt in the back of your skull. it had been a tough week.

your exams were approximately in a week and just thinking about it actively made your head hurt even more, and your throat tightened with culpability.

"hey, don't die on me now." shoko glares at you from the side as she's driving to the house. you feel her checking you multiple times.

"i'm fine," you sigh, rubbing your temples in an attempt to soothes the growing pain – that eventually worsened when shoko suddenly hit the brakes, a bit too abruptly to your liking, at a stop sign.

"girl, you either need a good night sleep or some good dick." she clicks her tongue, "look at you," she emphasizes by shaking her head as if the sole sight was too much for her.

"focus on not getting us crashed already."

"i'm serious though, you want some water?"

"no–no, i told you i'm okay." you look ahead of you, resting your head against the headrest for some support ; flashes of cars and traffic lights interacting in the night, "you drive like shit though."

"wow. okay, you'll show me how much of a good driver you are when you'll drive me back tonight, yeah?" she chuckles, taking a second turn on a new avenue.

"having you drunk in the back of the car is a constant fight of trying to not make you throw everything up, of course i have to drive nicely."

you see your friend nodding as she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, apparently at loss of words.

"mhm, thanks?"

you relax back with a content smile, "i prefer that,"

the house is not so far from your respective apartments, also not far from your university, which is around a fifteen minutes drive.

you can't really be mad at shoko for dragging you to those places ; the kind of places where she often ends up with a grain of lucidity to keep her half upright, while all the rest of her cognition makes her look like a psychotic out of an asylum. and even though you're practically always the one driving her back to her place, it doesn't exclude the fact that you need this sometimes.

despite your complaints of not wanting to go with her – for various reasons that you listed prior, but also because of your upcoming exams that are sucking the energy directly out of you – you still kind of look forward to the evening, if you're being honest. it gives you the opportunity to sit back and suspend the course of time for an evening, as ephemeral as it is.

the car stops at a red light as you think back to shoko's words, back in her room.

"yuki still didn't tell you about her special guest ?" you mindlessly ask as you fix your makeup by looking in the mirror of the sunshade, curling your eyelashes with the edge of your index to fix them.

"nope, i might have an idea though.." she pauses, you don't say anything as you wait for her to continue, "you know that guy she hangs out with sometimes? she's not like always with him but i don't think she'd invite anyone else, knowing her.."

"what guy?" you frown, you close the sunshade to look at her.

"uhh, black hair, pale skin, really quiet too. one of those snobs who behaves like termites by staying in their hole, you know. i don't even think i've ever talked to him, or seen him talk for that matter." she squints her eyes to reminisce old memories but the sudden shift of color on the traffic lights makes her focus back on the road.

"like what? a sorta depressed emo boy or something?" you scoff.

she laughs, out of mockery for your credulity it seems, "pretty close. but he's really.. the nerdy type y'know? the type to sit there and not say a word unless spoken to about some stupid nerdy shit, i guess."

"as long as he doesn't talk about fuckin' uni or something like that tonight, i'm good." you sigh at the thought as you close your eyes, clearly ignoring the silent warnings in her eyes.

"oh girl, you're such a fucking minx."

you ignore her offense when you continue your interview, "why would she invite him though? i mean why would he even come?"

"why did you?"

you keep silent.

"exactly," she states, "now keep your curiosity to yourself, you're about to find out."

after a few bends leading to the far end of town, you then remark the students crowding the lawn, stepping everywhere as some of them walk to the entry of the house.

no wonder you had to pay entries to get to some crackhead student party – you understood when you saw the size of the house and how many people there was. you silently hoped there was no one around as they would probably spend one hell of a night.

"not too far, i don't wanna have to carry you fifty meters tonight." you warn as shoko tries to find a good parking spot.

she sends you a hard glare and mumbles something inaudible that almost sounds like an insult. she seems to comply anyways as she parks not to far from the entry.

you were met with fresh air as you stepped outside the car, the extremities of your skin growing cold as well as your bare legs barely warming up with the strides you were taking. it was only eight in the afternoon and yet, you already saw wobbly people trying to walk their way out of the house. the two of you approach the path leading to the house, hearing the music as it gradually intensifies.

"there," shoko throws the car keys to you as you catch them hardly in your hands, "in case i lose them during the evening, you're in charge." you don't say anything, you'll have to drive back home anyways.

the calm atmosphere of an april evening was replaced without much transition as you walked past the open doors. the lights of the traffic lights now seemed far less stimulating in comparison to the sight in front of you. and paradoxically, your headache had disappeared, making you guess it was indeed, shoko's driving.

shoko turned around and took your hand to lead you through the numerous ponds of people hovering the place, talking, singing, dancing or even making out grossly. your steps grew heavier – whether from the combined heat of everyone weighing down on you or the vibrations of the boosted bass – it felt as if you were clearly reaching the pit of hell, both physically and symbolically.

and you could feel that with every steps forward, requiring the unsolicited touch of people brushing past you. the odors coming on play for less than a few seconds to merge with your own scent, just to disappear as soon as it entered past your nostrils. the lights changing from blue to purple to pink or even red, reflecting on the few skin shoko was showing with her slip dress as she was leading the way.

to say you were getting overstimulated was understandable. it was like getting thrown into a pit with only hungry lions to face; and with that dramatic metaphor you noted that the first lion you'd have to fight tonight, was the woman in front of you.

once you both reached what seemed to be the main saloon – though it was hard to decipher with the ton of people and the lack of furniture, beside some occupied couches. you didn't even know who was hosting the party to be fair, it seemed to change every other week like some sort of competition of who's gonna have the privilege to clean the big mess next morning – although you'd guess they probably have someone to do just that.

you were so focused on the environment you didn't even see the golden shadow passing by when a pair of fingers snapped you out of your illusion.

"you look like it's your first time at the zoo."

by the tone and voice you wouldn't even need to turn around. yuki looks at you with crossed arms in a sleeveless black turtleneck and flare jeans with a hint of a smile – out of friendliness or amusement, you didn't know.

"definitely feels like it," you smile back as you reach out to embrace her, which she welcomes.

"i see, shoko brought you here just to be her cab home then hm?" she tilts her head ignoring the way shoko snapped her head in her direction.

"hey don't say that! i wanted her company t–"

she gets interrupted by a loud noise, not seemingly coming from the music but by someone who just seemed to crash down on a wooden coffee table – one of the furniture you had such a hard time to see apparently because some people decided to stand on it. both girls in front of you roll their eyes almost in sync.

"well, looks like the alcohol's kicking in. you're coming with me?" yuki addresses to shoko and you.

"yeah i need to get something, i don't like how aware i am right now." shoko shakes her head in disapproval of the events.

the three of you approach the kitchen, where all the drinks stand upright and ready to use like weapons of war laid out on a table.

you don't venture into drink design, preferring to leave it to shoko or yuki, who apparently know best what they're doing since they're arguing over whether pineapple or cranberry would be more suitable to mix with vodka. once the ingredients are mixed, you all take a sip to mark the start of your evening.

"ew what the–" your body shudder lightly from disgust as you lower your hand over the counter, "tastes like piss seriously.." you whine and look at the wrongdoer.

"told you pineapple was a bad choice." yuki restates, but she's ignored by shoko, who takes the cup from your hand and pours the contents into her own cup.

"fuckin' alcoholic.." you breathe out in amusement.

"i paid for these, might as well make it worth my while." shoko rejoins and it makes you think..

"hey yuki, talking about entries, where's your guest?"

she takes another sip before answering through the music as she leans over, "he told me he wanted to use the bathroom, he went upstairs i think but.." she looks around, ".. i don't see him around, maybe he's stuck in there or something." she shrugs as if it were the most banal piece of information.

you naturally frown at the answer and at her lack of interest as to where her friend might be, so does shoko as she flicks yuki's forehead – earning an annoyed grunt from her victim.

"you can talk about me, you don't even care about your friend."

"he's a dude girl, if he's staying up there there's a reason. i'm sure he's fine," she shrugs once again with round eyes devoid of any remorse.

as they continue to argue mindlessly you sneak your hand on the counter, gliding it across the surface to grab discreetly yuki's cup, probably much tastier with cranberry, and retrieve it back to walk away and leave them to their incessant vindictive promises.

you're sure when you come back they'll still be on their feet – at least you'd like to put this much faith in them – as you rush through agglutinated people to get past the stairs. you don't really know why you're going, maybe you could say he picked your interest ; the thought of a guy like him in the middle of the evening just reminds you of a lamb around a horde of wolves.

you take a couple more sips from your cup and climb the stairs, squeezing past a heated couple making out in the middle of it. you follow down the corridor to find a multitude of doors, and one at the end of it that would be the perfect prototype of the bathroom at the end of a corridor. once you reach it you lean in to rest your ear against the door, trying to gauge potential noises, but nothing.

you smooth your denim skirt down and readjust your purse on your shoulder. you knock once, then twice – over the music you're practically not able to hear your own knocking – until your press your fingers down on the locker slowly, peeking through the door but you're only welcomed with pitch black.

maybe he just got lost among people, or maybe he was one of the ones you saw vomiting their guts out outside – which is less probable, but not impossible. you don't really feel like acting like a detective and exploring every nook and cranny, for fear of also finding yourself in front of people fucking in one of the rooms, so you prefer to turn back on your heels, giving up on the mission you thought would spark up your evening a little bit.

but it doesn't really go as planned actually. as you walk back towards the stairs, you notice a door open ajar, as if to let in a trickle of air, so you don't pay it much attention, but it's only when you start to look away that you see the previously motionless shadow, move.

it's quite honest to think that it's the first effects of the alcohol that are starting to take effect, a blurry vision in addition to poor lighting – results are not promising. you pause in your steps once more, tightening your fingers around your cup as you tilt your head so that you can look through the doorway without acting too much like a voyeur.

that's when you see him. rather tall figure standing up with the major help of big boots, black trousers with a black shirt – or maybe the colors are tainted by the darkness of the room, barely lit up by an amber light. and you do notice the signature buns with a few strands falling on his forehead.

his movements are so ever delicate you're having a hard time to decipher if the stability of your vision is playing tricks on you, or if it's really the slowness of his movements. one of his hands reaches over the shelf, he grabs a book and opens it. so careless.

"didn't know you were also a creep." you open the door without warning, with your cup in a hand and it makes you think that you probably look like some drunken mess barging in a room.

he drops the book on the ground.

"fuck!" his panicked eyes dart to you, pretty purplish eyes, "i'm sorry— shit. i didn't mean to pry." he picks up the book from the ground, bending his knees to grab it softly.

"if anything, i was the one prying." you comment, entering the room. and.. oh? what a sight you're welcomed with. it's a crime to not have seen this man on campus before – or maybe that's his crime to decide to stay inside his room with such a pretty face. his eyebrows are still brought near the center of his forehead, a faint look of worry that doesn't seem to disperse as the seconds pass.

it's also shoko's crime not to have mentioned the few silver jewels adorning his lips and eyebrows, or the charcoal mark layered upon his nose and spread horizontally along the length, covering both cheeks. and maybe there's another crime to add to your list when his tired eyes look away from you, trying to find some sort of distraction, anywhere but on you.

"i wasn't doing anything, i swear." his voice is coated with the sweetest tones though it's deeper than you'd expected – such a contrast with his face.

"careful, there's no better way to appear guilty than with this sentence." and you swear you can see a light frown on his face. you take a couple more steps towards him, he stands still, the book still in his hand as it's closed and tightly wrapped around his fingers.

you reach for the book lazily, and you take good care to not try any brusque movements. it's like you're walking on thin ice and you just start to realize how quieter it got in the room, with the buzzing of music barely heard and a few people chanting way too far.

he doesn't even try to fight it, the book slips past his fingers easily as you grab it, "The Picture Of Dorian Gray". classic. he looks down at you silently, a bit too long as if he's realized something.

"are you planning to come down?"

he shoves his hands in his pockets, shifting part of his weight on one foot in a slightly awkward manner, "i don't really feel like it."

"why is that?" you put the book right in the empty space, where you guess it previously was, squished between the other books.

"i don't really enjoy.. this." he nods to the door.

"what do you enjoy then?"

he runs his tongue over his piercing, wetting his lips and smothering the silver ring with it in the process as he ponders, then locks eyes with you finally.

"not parties at least."

"mhm, i would've guessed."

the room was strangely not that big compared to the house, a very sober room that must have been for guests, at least no personal decorations were visible. you approached the window to watch the racket outside and you found yourself glad to be upstairs at the sight.

"yuki was getting worried though." you know it's not true, but you're trying your best, you really are.

he turns around to face you, still not moving an inch from his initial position though, "oh so you're one of yuki's friend? the one she said would come?"

"it depends on whether she talked about a little pain in the ass or a cheeky cynic."

"she used the term.. « bothersome minx », if i recall."

you chuckle softly and put your cup down on the windowsill, gliding it on the side as you turn to look at him. he eyes you up and down, tapping his fingers along his thighs and you're not sure if you are in good shape due to the previous consumption or if he's just being the analytical man he's known to be.

"what's your name?"

"choso."

"choso.." you introduce yourself as well, he repeats your name just the same, "wanna sneak out?"

"what do you mean? like right now?"

"yeah, why not? i mean you can stay in that room as long as you want but i doubt you'll have much fun." he turns his head to glance at the door lazily, gauging the proposal.

"what are we gonna do?"

"i don't know, we'll see." you shrug with a smile and you're not sure if playing the russian roulette with him is gonna get you anywhere but you're too interested to play it safe.

"hm, i want to be back for yuki though, she's gonna need a ride home."

"you will." you say simply, but choso raises his eyebrows, waiting for more based arguments rather than a simple affirmation. so you continue,

"we can just take the car, drive for a couple of minutes and you'll be back here before you even notice."

there's a few seconds of silence where you both look at each other, expecting an answer. he sighs, lowering his head and you think he's about to decline your invitation but..

"alright, but just for some time."

you can't help but grin widely, you eagerly dig in your purse for the car keys shoko gave you and take quick steps towards the exit. as you wait for him on the doorstep you see him take a few strides, but towards the windowsill where you previously were standing. he grabs the drink you left dismissively, his jacket on the bed, and throws your empty cup in the bin just in the corner of the room as he walks back towards you.

he smiles gently at you and closes the door behind the two of you.

you practically had to fight your way through the crowd waiting for you downstairs. you thought the hardest part would be getting through to the front door, but once outside you found yourself in a quandary as you had to tiptoe to avoid stepping on any garbage, sticky liquids or dead drunks on the lawn.

choso asked you if you were able to take the wheel, you told him yes, of course – you'd only had one drink that had barely shaken you. he insisted on driving anyway.

the place where you had him taken was one of the only ones not too far away that was still open at this hour; and especially one that didn't look like a crowded bar.

a small café-restaurant run by a woman who was far too old to still be on her feet serving until late at night – but she always did it with too much care that you always resigned yourself to going there, even if the prices were higher.

the car ride had been remotely silent, with only a few instructions as to the routes to take and choso asking you if you wanted to put the heat on.

you took your seats on the colorful banquettes, waiting for the woman to come and take your order. the contrast was quite ironic, seeing you and choso dressed for some fancy evening in a place that was very reminiscent of that kind of little retro restaurant in the 50s, with the famous jukebox playing ballads from Elvis Presley, and the endless greasy hot dogs displayed on the counter.

"didn't think you'd follow a stranger blindly,"

he rests his forearms on the table and bring his eyes back on you as they were occupied scanning the place, "you're no real stranger, you're yuki's friend after all."

"oh i'm sure you were the kinda kid to enter some random white van." you say, more to yourself though as you look at the menu briefly. he doesn't say anything in return, and you don't look up either to see if he's looking at you or not.

"tell me choso," his name is like the ring of a bell, his eyes widen just a little, "how come i've never seen you around? you're on campus right?"

"mhm, i guess," he opens his mouth as if to start a sentence but he soon renounces by closing it immediately, he reaches for his nape to massage it, "i guess i don't really hang out around campus."

"majoring in?"

"computer science."

you would have bet your entire fucking fortune on it. you let a smile slip through.

"um, you're friends with gojo satoru too, right?"

the question definitely surprises you, everyone knows who's satoru, and that's not to his advantage as he's more or so known for being one hell of a jerk. you nod and he takes a deep breath, one that speaks volumes.

"i know what he says about me, you know. i just don't want you to think i'm like that." he admits and the sight almost makes you frown, you don't know if it's pity or empathy but you shake the feeling away.

"what do you think he says about you?"

he pauses for a few seconds, he's quick to bring his hands around his ear piercing, fidgeting with them as he relaxes back against the banquette, he finally crosses his arms over his chest.

"they say things that aren't necessarily wrong but aren't totally true either."

when he says they, he's probably referring to shoko, or maybe suguru if you think about it, though he doesn't seem to care about people's business that much.

you'll blame choso's inability to communicate properly for his ambiguous answers and not because he's trying to pull a series of enigma right now.

"mhm, and don't you think i have a mind of my own?"

his eyes almost pop out of their sockets and he once again leans against the table, clearly not settled on how to sit still, "no–no i didn't mean to say that ! i'm sure you do," he says softly, yet still very much alarmed.

you almost regret your choice of words but he's so goddamn sweet it would be a shame not to tease him a little.

"i don't know i just, don't want you to think badly of me." his fingers fidgets with the salt and pepper shaker in front him.

you know you're in no position to talk, you even feel embarrassed if you're being honest, as you were not just about an hour ago making fun of him in the car with shoko – that, he doesn't know.

the old woman comes back to take both your orders and it's as if the bubble you were both in had just burst, bringing you back to the café as the music gradually came back to your senses. choso orders a strawberry milkshake and you take a blueberry.

the way he talks is so sweet, it makes you physically wince, and let's not talk about the way he looks at the old woman like she was cotton candy to the eye. you think it's all an act he's about to drop when she leaves but, even when she returns behind the counter he returns his eyes on you with the same look ; heavy lids – that you don't know if they are the consequence of a long day or if they're always like that – with shades or purple circling them.

"you'll know that the only time I take satoru's opinion into account is when I have to make a choice for lunch. you're okay." you assure.

he nods slowly and you see his face soften at your reassuring words.

"i don't know why you hang out with them." he says and it's so faint you're not even sure if he mumbled to himself or if he actually talked to you.

you tilt your head on the side with a frown, "what do you mean?"

he takes some time to answer, to gather his words or because he's hesitant you don't really know.

"you were always so nice to me," but you're still puzzled so he continues, "back in high school, you weren't hanging out with this kind of people, y'know."

you don't even pay attention to the way he's not so subtly trying to bring your friends down, you readjust yourself in your seat, visibly confused.

"i don't.. i mean, we were in the same class?"

choso shrugs, not really phased to see you don't remember him at all, "you had a lot of friends. plus, i didn't have these two." he points his finger up to show his hair attached in two buns atop of his head as if it could be the sole reason of your memory lapse. silly.

"i like this look on you. you look nice with them." you say as you look at the hairstyle thoroughly. the praise seemed to have gotten to him because you can see a small smile on his lips as he looks around impatiently for the drinks to arrive – or maybe he just needed to lay his eyes somewhere else than on you.

the drinks arrive shortly after, not surprising due to the lack of customers as it's practically just the two of you there. you don't really say anything much, comfortable in the silence you're both in as you grab your order to taste them. you don't really want to continue the conversation about your friends right now, and choso seems to have dropped the idea of it too.

choso watches you as you lean in to wrap the straw around your lips, elbows on the table to support your body on top. he also watches the way the milkshake climbs up the straw to pour into your mouth, away from prying eyes.

"you want some?"

his blurred eyes meet yours.

"huh?"

you smirk, only because you're enjoying the look on his face and you want it to worsen. you straighten up properly, away from that damn straw and focus on choso, who grows a little embarrassed, somehow – you see it, he backs down a little just at the sight.

"i know what you want," you say, almost above a whisper, stirring the straw with painful slowness.

"you just gotta ask."

choso doesn't say anything. he doesn't really know what to say actually as he flicks his eyes between your eyes and your lips. he's panicked, that's one thing anyone could notice if only they had their attention on him.

"you want a taste, right?" you say with such a languid voice he has to look around to see if you're putting on a show for anyone around, in vain of any spectators. choso raises his eyebrows, devoid of any answers.

"my drink, you idiot."

such a fool, his pouding heart slows back down quietly into his chest and it shows by the prior rapid breaths that are replaced by long and painful sighs. and what a disguised curse to be around you. he doesn't even seem to notice the degrading name he got assigned, you're not even sure he's got to hear the short sentence correctly.

"um.. yeah, sure."

you glide the drink forward on the table until it reaches his fingers which firmly wrap around the glass – and if you were from the police you'd suspect it's to hide his shaking fingers. he puts his own lips where yours once were and begins to sip through the straw. he doesn't have to look up to see you watching intently, he can feel it.

"there you go, how is it?"

"s'good." he nods.

the aroma melts on his tongue, almost sugarcoating the strawberry he previously ingested and the sour taste of a little humiliation.

"i wonder what's going on in that little head of yours. you're so analytical with everything."

"you make me feel like I have to be."

a head tilt from you is all he needs to know he has to develop his thoughts.

"be aware of my surroundings."

your answer gets stuck in the back of your throat when you hear the buzzing of your phone in your purse, you dig it out : a call from shoko.

you excuse yourself and choso simply nods, you bring the phone to your ears and you soon regret the movement as dissonant noises come to deafen your drums – urging you to pull your phone away from your ear.

"h-hey!! where.." the sentence is cut by another voice, and maybe some screams, you don't really know. you squint your eyes as you try to decode the semblance of sentences thrown at you, you call shoko but she doesn't seem to be on the line although the call indicates two minutes past.

choso continues to sip on his milkshake and he looks just as confused as you are.

"where r'you–" you don't need to ask her if she's drunk or not, you can hear it through the slurring of her words. you don't answer her question though, you know it will cause more damage than anything to say you'd preferred to leave the party to go sip on some milkshake with a man you're supposed to despise more than anything.

after five minutes of negotiation, you finally find out what shoko wanted - simple curiosity as to where you were, but also a call for help with the disappearance of choso, who was supposedly trapped in the toilet, according to yuki. you promptly hang up and finish your milkshake in a one go.

"she's in trouble?" choso gauges your reaction and imitates you, putting away his own things as he puts his jacket on.

"she's about to be if we don't come pick her up now." you place you purse back on your shoulder as you draw enough of cash to cover the bill and tip, "c'mon, let's go."

choso wasn't so wrong in the end, since you both arrived in time to prevent a tragedy from happening, one more on the list that shoko may not remember - despite the scale of it. you and choso agreed to take back your possessions – in this case yuki and shoko, who seemed to be standing on their own two feet only by some celestial force.

no need to to depict the end of the night, it was always the same when you went out with shoko. though something – or rather someone – during evening had told you it wasn't going to be the same ; that your tranquility was long gone, that you had now committed, whether you'd like it or not apparently, to be a fucking babysitter.

and he was fast with it, he didn't wait a week or so, he didn't even try to make it natural. the day after the party, choso went straight to talk to you, and the boy didn't even care if you were with your group of friends, the same that vehemently talked shit behind his back.

he didn't even try to wipe that smile off of his face, nor to calm the rosy tint on his cheeks that left little room for other interpretations. he didn't even try to cover for you when he gave you change for the milkshake you'd paid for – and God he didn't seem to understand that if you'd paid him it didn't mean you particularly wanted to give him the impression he owed you anything in return.

he also didn't notice that you didn't appreciate his refund, that you would have preferred to send him off, but that under the pressure from satoru and shoko, who were only viciously agreeable to him, you had to accept his exchange with a big smile.

you really didn't know whether his behavior was of the order of undisputed innocence or whether it was a means of publicly humiliating you.

in any case, the incident didn't go away, not with satoru and shoko around the corner, who were both just explaining the situation to suguru in the middle of lunch in the refectory.

"she left yuki and i alone with a bunch of freaks," shoko declares through the clattering sounds of the cantine while pointing her fork on you as she explains the evening, once again.

"you didn't seem to mind when i pulled you away from one that you were trying to dissect open with a knife." you insist, once again.

you stir the fuming food and distribute it homogeneously over your plate to let it cool down, ignoring shoko's words as she continues the story.

"it's kinda funny that you spent the evening with a guy who's a carbon copy of the type you say you hate." suguru intervenes and you sigh at the snarky remark. satoru keeps chewing on his food carelessly, clearly enjoying the roast you're subject to.

you shake your head at the statement, "spending an evening with someone and actually enjoying the time spent is different."

"mhm, clearly if i hadn't called you you'd still be making out with him right now.." shoko mocks and you swear you can see satoru's lips twitch in amusement.

"we just talked !" you half whisper, half scream, letting your food drop into your plate, causing your friends to shush you.

"c'mon just say you like him, we'll still be friends y'know?" you look deadpan at satoru, a look that doesn't require any words.

"i mean everyone knew he had a crush on you in high school, it wouldn't be surprising if it was still the case." suguru shrugs, you don't know if if he's being honest this time or if it's another joke. you choose to believe the latter.

you shake your head and look around the cantine to ease your mind from your shit friends, which doesn't seem to be the thing to do as satoru adds another weight to your already heavy shoulders.

"what? looking for your new pet? homeboy is probably hiddin' in his room right now. i mean, when doesn't he?"

you breathe out tensely, butchering your food with your cutlery as you clearly picture some detailed ways you'd like to treat the man in front of you.

"fucking assholes.."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

after what happened during the last couple of days you really tried taking measures. good measures. and it was kind of ironic how choso should've been the type to try and dodge any interaction with your friends, but now you were the one trying to sneak past him.

he was nice. you'll give him that.

but he was stupid. so fucking careless. and really naive because he surely did think an evening sipping on milkshake meant something along the lines of "will you marry me?"

anytime he spotted you in between classes he just had to walk in your direction. whether it was just small talk or not, he talked to you every. single. time.

but he was so nice. you couldn't just shove it in his face? could you? despite shoko's encouragement to drop him there's something that just.. didn't feel right. and may God forgive you, but you know this is certainly not the advent of your good morals.

though all of that clingy attitude really pissed you off, you did find yourself thinking about that evening and how Elvis Presley was so annoyingly being repeated in the background. how his eyes, despite their darkness and exhausted features, never ceased to display the most authentically pure emotions you've ever seen.

"i don't know i just, don't want you to think badly of me."

you sigh, heavily. some conflicted parts of you wanted to know more, an evening wasn't enough to just send him off right away, right? who was he? who does he claim to be? and the fact that you don't remember him, no, you can't remember him doesn't help either to your curiosity. because you did search through your yearbooks and to see his face didn't help you bring back lost memories.

shit maybe you just need someone to ring some senses to you but you also don't want shoko nor satoru to do it, as much as you hate to think about it they'll taint your vision more than they'll clear it out. in some ways choso was right ; their judgment might have their part to play in the way you think. in some ways only.

or maybe you're trying to blame your friends for your shitty behavior which only makes you feel ten times worse. you let out a grunt as you get up from your chair, going to the library to study with a clouded mind wasn't a good idea and even more at the end of the day.

failing to have a cigarette you can borrow from shoko right now, you choose to take a walk around campus. it's not the best sight but the air is far more fresh outside.

oh and how ironic was it when your feet led you upstairs to the dorms. it's not like you even planned your itinerary, it was like second nature to you, plus the air definitively felt a lot more breathable.

out of all the rumors you've heard, you knew at least one was true : choso was an orphan ; he stayed in the dorms right above the college structure.

and how absurd that was when you feet planted right outside his doorway – you can say thank you to the floor tenant files that didn't seem to care about the resident's personal information.

the thing missing though is your speech. you didn't have anything in mind. fuck what are you thinking? you're not even sure you'd want to see him at all, despite your evident location. before you could produce another stupid thought your fist met the door to knock twice.

it was about six seconds of wait that felt like half a minute as you just stood there outside. the door opened slightly ajar, and it reminded you of the first time – well not counting high school – that you saw him.

long strands of black hair dangled in front of the doorway before he stepped closer to fill the gap with his width. of course his eyes widened. they always do when they meet yours.

"oh, hey," he quickly looked over his shoulder, behind him and lowered his eyes to take a look at himself.

it was an agreeable sight, you will not deny. his hair were hanging loose at shoulder length, wearing only an oversized white t-shirt (was it oversized or just his actual stature ?) and gray sweatpants. you almost felt like diverting your eyes away as if you were prying on something you shouldn't see.

"hey."

silence.

"are you okay?" he stays still, swiping his tongue inside his lower lip while playing with his ring piercing you presume ; a habit of his you've noticed. you don’t really know if he's asking to be polite or if you genuinely look like you need help.

"mhm," you nod, "can i come in?"

"uhh, yeah" he takes another look behind him and you're starting to think maybe you came at the wrong time. "yeah, of course." he opens the door wider and steps aside, you enter and to your relief nothing crazy's going on.

the room is neatly organized to your surprise, not that you were imagining a slum, but you were expecting something more akin to the prototype of the homebody student. you avoid looking too much everywhere, you didn't come for that anyway.

choso retreats to his desk where he leans against it, his hands on the length of the edge to support his body.

"looks serious eh?" he escapes a small laugh, almost a scoff actually as he scratches his forearm and you suddenly want to leave the room because of how miserable you feel.

"we have to stop this.. thing here." you point to him then yourself.

you almost feel bad for him. almost, because of the way his hand previously on his other arm stops in the previous scratching motion, because of the way he only stares at you for a few solid seconds.

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean," you sigh "i don't even know why you suddenly want to talk to me anyway," you shake your head and look down. it's not even something you're blaming him for, you're really wondering why he'd want to talk to someone who plays on both sides with him.

"it's not.. that sudden. i've always wanted to talk to you." he tells you softly, "have i done something wrong?"

he's too nice with you it makes you audibly grunt.

"do you have a crush on me or something?"

silence again. a longer one this time. you didn't really mean to blurt it out like that, you'd envisioned something a little more subtle but frustration got the best of you.

his body shifts, his hands move closer to his body and he crosses his arms over his chest, tapping his biceps with his finger repeatedly. he stays silent.

"it's a yes or no question choso."

he pinches the bridge of his nose just where his mark is and breathes out a small "fuck".

"alright. it's ok if you don't wanna use your words, you certainly don't fail showing it to the whole fucking world anyway."

he takes a step forward rapidly, a single step but big enough to be closer to you nonetheless.

"i'm sorry, shit, i didn't know it would make you so upset. i'm sorry." he apologies. and you don't know if he realizes how upset he looks in the situation, he runs a hand through his hair in distress and you can see how agitated he is.

his face is right above yours, you don't really have to do anything but to look up to meet his panicked eyes. and it's a complete contrast how your eyebrows almost hurt from the frown while his face is contorted in worry.

and you'll blame your beating heart on your irritation and building up anger and definitely not because of his sole proximity. you try to commit to that thought at least.

"you're insufferable you know that?" you hug yourself as you readjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek and looks away for a flitting second before bringing his eyes back on you, or your lips ; he's very indecisive poor boy doesn't know where to look when he has you this close to him.

"i.. i didn't know know how to tell you i'm sorry i just–"

"oh shut up,"

you practically throw yourself on him as it's the only way he'll eventually stop apologizing, one of your hands quickly wrap around his neck, to the base of his nape pulling him closer as your lips crash onto his. choso stumbles back at the contact and his hands reach instinctively on your waist for support, his body hits the desk where he stood prior and he escapes the faintest gasp at the harsh contact.

you wouldn't even have dreamed of doing this – fuck if shoko would come to know about this she'd probably laugh at you. but he's so gentle in his every moves, his every words, so naive about your motives it would be a damn shame if he knew what kind of crap person you really are. if the two of you really had to stop talking like you stated, your only wish would be to at least do this before.

choso's fingers grip more tightly on your waist, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt practically playing with the hem of it. he pulls you closer and parts his lips to kiss you back avidly while your nails dig deeper around his nape at the feeling, before sliding them back along his jaw to orient his head at a better angle. you feel him exhale through his nose as you slow down your pace, slowly detaching your lips from his.

"y'taste good." he whispers against your lips, his forehead is practically touching yours and it's only now that you realize how much his features have changed within seconds. his eyes are blazed, breathless and fingers shaky around your waist. you'll blame the taste of your lips of the cherry gloss you're wearing – and he's wearing too now that his lips are shiny from it.

you're no better though, you swallow as you catch your breath, your heart is pounding in your chest so much you also hear it through the buzzing of your ears, coating the sounds around you.

"yeah? what is it, never kissed before?" you smile, you'll never get tired of teasing him, not when he always gives you the same look.

"not like that," he pants and smile back at you, a little smile that soon turns into a frown, "i.. shit, i wanna make you feel good. can i?" his voice is so low it makes your head spin.

"then do it," you kiss him once slowly and you feel him shudder at the new sensation, "make me feel good." you kiss him twice, even slower this time.

no need to say it twice for choso, if it's not you latching on him right now he definitely doesn't feel like backing down, he takes your answer for words and his hands find your cheeks instantly, cupping them as he puts a lot more pressure, making you step back. your hands lower down on his shoulders and your purse slip down your arm until it reaches the ground harshly ; not your priority number one right now.

he presses his body even closer to you and you don't need an explanatory drawing of what's happening down his pants as you feel his hard on pressed against you. you put your thigh forward, adding your own pressure against him and the moan that escapes his lips is enough to make your skin shiver and your panties tighter. much tighter.

still glued to each other, he guides you to his bed, just behind and it takes a couple steps back for your calves to hit the furniture, your body drops down the bed as you look up at him and you think he's about to slouch his own body on you, but he kneels down right before you instead.

you put your hands on the bed behind you to push yourself farther against the wall but to your – second – surprise he puts his hands flat on your knees.

"i need you right here," he soothes as he taps your knee lightly, making you stop in your movements. you don't know if he's about to do what you think he's about to do but your questions get quickly answered.

"can i?" he asks as he flicks his eyes onto your skirt, asking permission to touch it you guess. you nod eagerly and he leans back slightly to take your mary janes off instead, right foot, then to the left foot so ever carefully and putting them aside on the floor. you watch him and notice how steady and focused he looks despite his torso heaving up and down rapidly, you see it.

he straighten up on his knees and the sight has you gulping down, you're on his bed, he's on the ground just right in front of you, his eyes scan your face thoroughly you almost feel overwhelmed by it. your skirt gets pulled down easily, oh but so slowly, you prop yourself up on your elbows to make it easier for him.

"so pretty." he breathes out, he discards the piece of clothing on the floor and places both of his hands on your hips to bring your body closer to him as he easily glides you.

he leans in and his face is only inches away from your crotch, he glances at you before returning back on your clothed cunt. his thumb circles the hem of your panties as if he's admiring the sewing method and your breath hitches when his thumb drops a little lower, down where you clit hides beneath the fabrics.

"don't have all day, choso" you gulped, your hands bawl into tight fists in apprehension.

"okay–okay." he coos and immediately grant your wish ; he pulls your panties down and you're now bottom naked on his bed. it gives you a real reason to be embarrassed for sure because you didn't really "plan" on being that drenched from a single quick make out session. and the more he stares at your exposed cunt the more you grow impatient.

"choso.." you try to warn him but it comes out as a whine instead. he shifts as he gets closer to the edge of the bed, he wraps his hands under your legs to grab onto your thighs firmly.

"gonna make you feel good ok?"

"jus' do it–" you choke on your own words when you feel his tongue on you. a single lap and you're already panting in the room like a mad woman, "ffuck." you whine and your hand reaches immediately down to get a hold of something – his hair in this case which is being in his vision doesn't stop him nonetheless to complete his mission – as it's the only way you'd call it due to how devoted he looks between your legs.

he gives you a few more laps, down from your entrance to the very top on your clit, and he's diverse in his moves you'll give him that – he goes either way from the right side, then the left side, until he decides to flick his tongue against your pussy from side to side this time. you'd honestly thought the man would go down on you as his first time, his first experiment but it looks like you're the one experimenting for the first time his tongue skills – that, you don't miss to point out.

"shit- where the fuck did you learn to do that?" you pant, you push his hair back the best you can though it still falls atop of your pussy, giving you extra tingles on the way.

the sounds are purely gross, the room is nothing but a space for filth, hearing liquids collides whether it'd be his saliva on you or your slick on him. doesn't help from your restrained moans nor from his own whimpers that resonate lowly against your skin – it's almost as if he's being louder than you are.

he props your legs up onto his own shoulders when he leans down further into your pussy, getting better access while your thighs are in the air, tensing and quivering at each touch.

you start to seriously lose it when you feel pressure on your clit, getting even more stimulated your head starts to feel dizzy ; his thumb brushes against your folds to gather your juices before going up to your clit while his tongue starts to push down your entrance.

he mumbles something but you can't understand either from the pounding in your ears or because he factually has his mouth buried in your cunt.

"you feel so– fuck!" you almost cry out when he accelerates the pace on your clit "so fuckin' good shit," and before you get hold of the situation your muscles contract, your thighs wraps even tighter around choso and you're not really in the mindset to care if you're hurting him right now when you're nothing more than a trembling mess under him.

when you release the grip you have around his head with your legs, he slowly backs down and wipes under his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavily as if he had just come flooding back from the water after a long dive. the sight has your brain rebooting from the start, simply short circuited.

"t'was okay?"

you almost feel indignation for his own self when you look at him in disbelief, "okay? thought i was losing my mind over there," you slowly sit up as you look at him with heavy lids. you probably look like you got run over.

"want me to get something to–"

he stops once he sees you getting your top over your shoulders, taking it off and throwing on the chair near his desk. you get closer to the edge of the bed, still sit up on it as you cage him between your legs since he's still kneeling on the ground.

"well.. i guess you have other plans..?" he murmurs under his breath, he doesn't even try to hide the fact he's staring, the man is practically glued to you like when kids stand too close to a tv.

"you're a perceptive one aren't you?" you leaned down to slip your fingers under his shirt, near his hips to take it off too, "unless you don't want to?" you whisper, stopping your movements to get his approval before starting anything but oh don't you dare take your hands off of him because he'll put them back on their original place.

"no–no, i do. i want you." his eyes meets yours and it's as if repentance was just knocking at your door and you don't know if you're willing to open the door because of how good he ate your pussy or because you really feel like you should do it.

"good."

you knew choso was introverted, a little shy even, the kind of men to be a little prudish even, the ones who'd rather stay indoors, the ones who's rather not get touched by anybody, even less when those places are under their clothes. you thought he was that kind of man when you'd first met him.

you got fooled. once when he mastered the technique of his tongue on you a few minutes ago that got your jaw dislocating in pleasure. but twice now that his shirt is past his torso, up to get through his head and you see yet another pair of silver jewelry. one on each of his nipples.

and your reaction is suited honestly, you just drop your arms and leave him struggling with the shirt on his own as his head is still tangled inside of it, you swear under your breath as you look at the two shiny buds. and maybe he did it as a distraction, getting two silvery eyes up his breast might be one hell of a surprise when you're trying to look at his whole torso ; but even in that case you wouldn't get why on earth you'd need to be distracted from his upper body, because what a fucking view.

once you see choso's head pop out of his t-shirt you're so turned on you're scared if you move you'll just leave the biggest pond of your slick on his covers ; you're feeling genuinely embarrassed to say the least.

"come here, get on your back." you tap on your left to show him the way on his own bed, he executes your demand without much more convincing. he lays down where his pillow rest, propping his head up a little as he still supports his body on his forearms, watching you.

which is not such a bad thing as it gets his whole upper body tensing up from the position, and you realize you got fooled thrice because of how defined his body is, muscles tracing his skin in the prettiest way.

you crawl closer to him and take his sweatpants off, throwing them along with the other remaining of clothes on the ground.

you straddle choso, only in his boxers now and he's always on the lookout for your next move, eyes traveling along every part of your body standing so close to him. you lean in to kiss him again, a simple kiss this time, not heated, nor passionate as you'd intended earlier, almost too intimate to your liking. you feel him relax under you, no, melt. he melts under your kiss, his back rests totally flat on his bed now and his hands travel along you jaw, touching you like porcelain if it were to break.

"it's only fair i return the favor, right?" you tell him as you lean near his ear, and if you chose to ignore the bulge in his underwear when you got him out off his pants you're certain you can't now. it's entirely poking through the fabrics to lean oh so perfectly against your entrance you have to fight back a moan just at the feeling. how embarrassing.

"fuck, please do." he moans, his hands get back on your hips slowly, pressing his fingers into your skin lightly. though you'd rather take some of your time, if you're in this might as well do it right.

you kiss your way down his body, from his lips, to his jaw, on his neck a few times — just because you love watching his adam's apple bobble up every time he gulps when you touch him — near his collarbones, on his torso and why not on the twins piercings he's got on it too.

at the contact of your tongue swirling around his nipples choso instantly throws his head back on his pillow, earning a deep breath from him along with a "fuckk" he couldn't bite back. at the same time your hips start to grind, slowly, cautiously, you wouldn't want to get off on his boxers now would you?

your hands reach down his boxers, under it to grab his dick but... maybe you got fooled fourth time. or maybe the saying is right, the quietest got the biggest and he's a living proof of the statement, you can attest. you break the contact on his sensitive buds and sit up correctly to look at it lay flat on his stomach, curved and strained in its own blood flow. you really have to close your mouth to not drool on it directly and you mumble something unintelligible.

his hands rest on your thighs, they try to guide you forward, they really do and you let them. you bring your hips forward, pussy gliding – as it's the only way it would be described, you're soaked – on his dick, just slipping through your wet folds, enough to mold him on the way forward, then all the way back when you return to your position. you let your hands fall on his abs, you're not even tired, you just need the support right now or else you're afraid you'll just collapse right onto him.

"God, you feel so good," you whine, grinding slowly along his cock and you honestly don't know how he's handling it down there 'cause it feels too fucking good for you.

"n-need you right now," he painfully gulps, he looks at the friction with a frown and he lowers his head back on the pillow, "shit..." he whimpers, such a wobbly voice yet he's not even inside of you thus far. you don't know who's winning the embarrassing contest but he might win over you if you keep giving him good pussy.

"so sweet. you're too fuckin' sweet y'know that?" you praise and choso's hands come directly to grab at your tits, cupping the roundness of them with both hands as he massages them slowly, pinching your nipple between his index and his thumb.

you're done with being patient actually as it is your cue to wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. you brush your thumb over his tip and his whole body jerks off from the touch, you slide your whole hand down the base of it as you pull yourself up on your knees.

you thought you'd reached the epitome of pleasure when he was between your legs just now, and you don't know what other seventh heaven you landed on when he entered you, but it was just as similar.

the head of his cock has just slipped through and you're already full of it, full of him. and you have no doubt when you look at choso that he's feeling it too. you both moan at the new feeling, a feeling you were too puerile to treat with such disdain when you looked at him, a feeling you'd never come to know if he didn't slightly hurt your ego with his kindness.

"holy shit, so fucking tight f'me.." he purrs through the whole process, his hands help you go down, steadily and slowly at your pace when more than half of his cock has sunk into you. your legs shake slightly when you've reached the end, you start to bounce up and down lazily, hearing every gushing sounds of both of your slick as they disperse through your organs.

he can't help it, you don't know if it's because you've teased him so much pior that he can't hold it in anymore, but the grip on your hips gets tighter, the bouncing up and down his cock gets messier, and even though your thighs start to feel numb you soon understand that choso has your back. his hips starts to buck back into you to meet your hips halfway, skin to skin as they collide rapidly.

"f–fuck, choso, you're gonna make m–"

"i know, i know." he soothes, you lean into him, chest to chest as you put your hands on his shoulders. and you can't help but be extremely grateful right now as you're practically laying down on him, he's fucking right into you with the help of his hands pressing down your hips as he moans in your ears softly.

"wanna make this pretty pussy mine– fuck. wanna make you mine." he whimpers and you can hear the way his throat tightens that he's close. you wouldn't wanna lie saying you're not – to be honest you've been wanting to come as soon as you hoped on his thighs.

you don't know if it's the heat of the moment, because you're taking his dick so fucking perfectly inside of you that the thought of being with him doesn't really repulse you that much, for it actually seems pleasant enough to imagine it.

"fuck–fuck-i'm gonna cum!"

and you sincerely hope nobody is in their dorms right now because you're sure the whole floor knows what their nerdy resident is doing to some resentful student on campus. he's so vocal you wouldn't have it any other way, specially when every each one of his moans reach your cunt before your ears.

you feel your legs tremble and your nails dig deeper into his skin when you reach your second orgasm, and not one for the weak ones as your pussy clenches so tightly you think you're sucking choso's dick whole with the suction. your hips get pulled up on spot when choso releases his own shot in between your bodies, his dick springing out from where it was caged. you still tremble on him when he breathes heavily, coming down to his high.

you both stay silent for a couple of seconds and reality hits you back.

"you're too good to me." he murmurs as he wipes some of the mascara under your eyes with his thumb, you head is still near the crook of his neck, you don't move.

oh only if he knew.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"can you believe nerdy boy got laid?"

you turn to shoko almost too rapidly, "what?"

"i know, who would do that.."

you don't say anything. you don't really wanna say anything for now, but you know shoko isn't saying that just to make the conversation when she waits for an answer. a valid one.

©nabitsun !

thank you for reading :D

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❝ leather black and eyes of blue. . . BLUE, BLUE, BLUE 𓂃 ⋄ 🎸 ❞

maisie and matt have always clashed heads with one another. growing up across the street from each other, they’ve never gotten along. maisie’s parents have classified matt as a danger she should stay far away from and she has no problem doing such. it’s not until after she goes to a party his band is playing at that she realizes all she needs is a little bit of alcohol to see that her real problem is the attraction she feels towards him. enemies are still enemies if they’ve slept with one another…right? maisie’s too drunk right now to care about anything she usually would when it comes to someone like matt, so she decides she’s okay with hating herself tomorrow if it means he’ll be on top of her tonight.

words: 7.1k

pairing: matt sturn x fem!oc

context: this is a flashback scene for my original fanfic, so there may be a heap of confusing background characters mentioned if u are reading this as a stand-alone ! guitarist!matt. (he also has shady shit going on) bratty!oc. enemies to lovers but they drunkenly sleep together once and this is them in the car otw to go sleep together. (this is from his perspective so u can kind of tell he’s always wanted her tho) ocs friend = sunny (fem!oc) + sunny = chris’ gf.

story: national anthem

WARNINGS: SMUT, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, petname usage (“baby”), nickname usage (“mason”)

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after the party, when time came for the triplets, their bandmates, and their tag-alongs to pack into the band's van so that they could all leave together, it was decided that matt would not be the driver for once. he is actually just as plastered as the people he usually picks fun at for drinking so much.

it is obvious, however, that the reason being for such has to do with maisie's attendance tonight. sunny had already planned to come home with the triplets, but maisie's intentions were to simply walk across the street to her home after the party. matt just happened to come up lucky in changing her mind with the magic workings of his lips.

now, sunny has scrambled to the very back of the van with chris, and the two are very clearly appreciating their seats next to one another by sucking each other's faces off. maisie and matt are sat in the next row, matt rubbing at his forehead since he's still trying to get his dick to calm down from being around maisie all night as the girl herself seems peaceful in her drunken haze. then nick and roddy sit together, nick tipsy enough to make roddy smile a little more than usual and roddy as sober as always. quinton is driving, and dylan is more occupied with shooting amused looks into the back of the van every five minutes than picking the right songs for aux.

as matt's hard on is finally beginning to subside, maisie sits up a little straighter in her seat to turn and peak around at whatever sunny and chris are doing. matt purposefully keeps his head down as her eyes widen at sunny practically on top of chris, his hands cupping her breasts through her dress in the midst of their passionate make out. they're so slouched over the seats that they're out of most of the passengers' view, and maisie finds herself muttering, "damn," as she turns back around in her seat. she hasn't seen her best friend acting like such a freak in a long time.

she looks down to her lap and realizes she forgot to put her seatbelt on when she climbed into the car. chris and sunny clearly never bothered to do so either, so she isn't really worried about it. she glances over to matt and finds no belt keeping him safe either. her stare lingers though, specifically just on him.

he looks dangerously good tonight—good enough to make her ignore every raging red flag of his which has stopped her from ever getting to this point with him. but now she's next to him in a car with plans to go back to his place, and all she can think about is how bad she wants him. in this moment, it feels worse than anything she has ever wanted before. he's more-so a craving. he's been in the background of her life for ages now, but she's never been this close to him before, and now that she is, she's completely okay with hating herself in the morning.

if she really is finally giving into her deepest, darkest desire, she'll be damned if she doesn't have fun doing so.

she continues to unabashedly stare at him when he starts subconsciously rubbing the edge of his jaw with his hand, his eyes finally jumping to her in the lack of light the car's windows provide around them. his brows pull together slightly at the sight of her already looking at him, his voice low when he quietly asks, "what?"

maisie doesn't know how to answer. she can't come out and say "i just want you," when her ego would never let her say such a thing—not even drunk—but it's all that's floating her mind right now. wordlessly, she bites her lip. she knows it's a pathetic action just because it's in hopes he'll catch her drift, but she sticks by it as his hand drops from his face.

she watches the scrunch between his eyebrows deepen before his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "maisie," his voice has more rasp in it than before, and it has her biting down harder on her lip. his eyes shine extra due to the glimmer of the streetlights passing by through the surrounding windows, and maisie finds herself pushing her legs together at the saliva barely coating his lips being highlighted in her vision.

matt's eyes jump to the tightening of her thighs, noticing it just as the sound of chris and sunny's hushed moans overshadowing the music dylan is playing causes maisie's face to grow flush with some form of anger. it feels like she's missing out on fun she could be having as well when her best friend is getting it on right next to her. swiftly, she lets out a frustrated sigh. "matt," she breathes, turning in her seat to face him.

matt hears the whine in her voice and feels his pupils expand with lust, losing all train of thought as he finally reaches out to touch her. his hand smoothly slides onto her bare thigh, the instant warmth of her skin relieving some of the tension he feels, but not nearly enough. she’s been unattainable in his eyes for so long now through all of her fury, that knowing he can touch her however he likes is almost overwhelming. his hand creeps up further her thigh, reaching the bottom of her tight-fitting dress as his low-lidded eyes peer up to her. he leans his head back against the back of the car seat and softly murmurs, "mason..." the heat radiating off her skin warms him up entirely, and he wishes he could skip to the part where he gets to feel it everywhere.

letting out a mix of a huff and a grunt at matt's gentle whisper, maisie can officially not take this any longer. abruptly, she leans forward and firmly grabs his face with her hands to turn his head towards hers and push their lips together. she can practically feel matt's surprise at her sudden actions, his lips taking a second to catch up to hers. as soon as he's aware of what is happening and adjusted to the feeling of her mouth on his, however, his hand slides off of her thigh in attempt to begin to take control of their positioning.

he sits up as their lips work against one another, turning in his seat to face her as she is him. his back presses against the window behind him as he feels satisfied in their new position, now able to fully focus on maisie all over him. she gets closer and closer to him the deeper their kiss becomes, and matt is desperate to find the best place for his hands, them wandering from her waist, to her hips, to her neck.

once maisie breaks away from him for their first breath of air, she takes a moment to bring her hair behind her shoulders. matt's legs subconsciously spread to lean against the cramped walls of the other seats around them, and he doesn't think anything of the action until maisie is leaning into the space between them. his eyes widen as she comes close to him again, but this time, there is significantly less distance between them with her newfound positioning between his legs. he sucks in a sharp breath when their faces are inches from each other yet again, raising his hands to travel down her backside to the end of her dress.

maisie leans in to connect their lips once more, and this time her hands reside on the back of his neck. the kiss starts off slow, just as matt's hands find her ass, and it feels as if he could memorize the pattern of her lips in this sitting. it quickly grows passionate when her lips part and he smoothly slides his tongue into her mouth, her hands trailing up into the ends of his hair. her fingers slide through his short locks of hair, and he grunts at the way her acrylics scratch his scalp, squeezing her cheeks as a reflex.

it's at this time that his previous problem quickly becomes a reoccurring one. when maisie's hips rock against him sensually, his eyes suddenly snap open. suddenly pulling away from her, his hands slide off of her bottom to her hips instead. he clearly takes her off guard when he attempts to push her back, her eyebrows furrowing and her hands coming atop his to stop him. "what's wrong?" she whispers.

"i'd fuck you in this car if i could. you make me so fucking horny," he says hushedly, maisie's eyes widening almost instantly. she wants to laugh, but she'd be lying if she said she's not in the same boat as him right now, so she remains serious. she presses her lips together as her hands move to rest on the sides of his neck, watching him suck in a breath before whispering lowly, "i don't want anyone to see me hard."

maisie can't fight her wicked grin that follows; he should know by now that, that would only make her feel good. "i don't care," she responds confidently before ignoring his previous hesitancy completely and bringing his lips back to hers.

matt feels the blood shoot to his cock immediately and knows he shouldn't, but he melts so easily into maisie's kiss that it becomes a weakness of his he can not fight. his hands grip onto her ass again, and he can now pick up on how it arouses her by the sloppiness of her kissing when he does it. he continues to do it just to feel her struggle to keep up with him, and pulls away from her with a smirk so that she can catch her breath.

as maisie attempts to get her breathing back to normal speed, she can't help but pay attention to the way matt is pulling her against him. it seems to be something he's doing subconsciously with his hand placement, but it's distinctive to maisie as it causes his crotch to press further into her. their bodies are nearly perfectly aligned with her being between his legs, so feeling his cock hard underneath her has heat going right between her legs.

she bites down on her lip at the pressure of his dick rubbing against her through their clothes, quickly making an effort to try and push herself further onto him. matt's eyes widen at the action not going unnoticed in the slightest, his hands freezing as he looks at her. "what are you doing?"

"i can feel how big you are," she whispers to him lowly, taking pride in the shock of his expression following her bold words. she smiles at the panic which floods his features, surely because her sensual tone adds to his literal growing problem. she leans forward and moves her mouth down to his chin, beginning to kiss there and enjoying the feeling of his heart pounding against her.

"fuck, mason," matt's voice comes out disheveled as her mouth continues to lower down to his neck. he closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of her sucking on his skin, finding this to be something he's only dreamt of before.

it's not until the music playing that they were barely paying attention to stops and nick loudly calls, "we're here!" that either of two take into account the presence of any other person in the van.

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matt's dick is in pain and he's not sure it's the pleasant way anymore by the time him and maisie finally make it to his bedroom. he swings the door open and practically rushes for her to come inside, closing it the instant she's inside the room.

he lets out a sigh as he slowly turns around to face maisie and his bed, lifting a hand to quickly run it through his hair. he watches her stop stood in front of his bed and then glance around the room silently. while he expected her to take a moment to analyze his bedroom, of course, he's been fighting to get a real moment alone with her all night, so now that it's here, he just wants to make the most of it. he doesn't have time for this, so he steps forward.

he wraps his arms around her waist from behind, causing her to first tense up before she relaxes at his touch instead—much to his smugness. he lowers his lips to her neck and whispers against her skin, "i've been waiting for this."

maisie's eyes flutter shut at the little trail of kisses he presses into her skin. his lips are so much softer than she ever could have imagined and it makes this all the more worth it. with a deep breath, she maneuvers to spin around in his hold and come face-to-face with him. matt's eyes immediately flicker to her lips with their sudden closeness as she grabs ahold of his jaw. he expects her to pull him in for a kiss, when she instead says, "all i want to do right now is suck your dick."

matt's face practically lights up and it makes her want to laugh out loud. he breaks out into a schoolboy smile and his hands drop to give her ass a squeeze. "whatever you wanna do, baby."

she grins, turning the both of them around so that his back is to the bed rather than hers, and then pushes him back onto it with the shove of her hand. matt watches her with a smirk as he takes his cue to sit at the edge of the bed, his eyes lighting up with danger when she puts both of her hands on his knees to spread his legs before kneeling before him. his own hands move to rub the spots hers previously took after she moves to reach for his belt buckle.

he eagerly watches her undo it and then raises his hips to pull his jeans to his feet for her. he notices her eyes widen at the imprint of his dick through his boxers, his usual length intensified with how hard she's made him. when she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, he feels his internal thought process break for the millionth time tonight.

she scoots close to him, resting her hands on his thighs and impossibly shooting more blood rushing to his dick. "i wish you had let me known what you were working with earlier, matt," she says lowly, her eyes trailing from him down to his boxers. she leans closer to his dick, keeping her eyes on the area as she finally lifts one of her hands up. she slowly manages to wrap her fingers around a bit of his length, matt's eyes closing at the sensation of finally feeling some relief. "so much time wasted..." she mutters, her other hand joining her current one to begin completely palming him through the fabric of his boxers.

"fuckkkk, mason," matt feels embarrassed in the fact that he already wants to moan, so he lifts his hips and causes her hands to drop. "let me take these off already," he says underneath his breath, not missing her drunken giggle at his rush to get undressed.

her laughter disappears the moment he peels back his boxers, however. matt's dick springs out immediately as he drops his boxers down with his jeans, and he feels smug in the awestruck look which takes over maisie's face. he notices the way she takes in a sudden breath, and the slight narrowing of her eyes as she takes a second to stupidly stare at it.

when her knees drag across the carpet to get as close to him as she needs to be, he grins to himself. he watches her struggle to push all her hair behind her shoulders and refrains from chuckling, deciding to bunch it all in his hands for her. he then feels her appreciation in the small action when her hands finally wrap around the base of his cock. his breath hitches, feeling her spit on the tip to create moisture before she spreads it by beginning to slowly pump his length. his eyes close almost automatically.

he lets go of her hair so that his hands rest on the bed next to each of his sides, giving him weight to lean back on when maisie opens her mouth and smooths her lips out to fit just the tip of his dick into her mouth. he feels her tongue swipe across the top and exhales a grunt, opening his eyes to watch her in action.

slowly, she lowers her head to fit more and more of him into her mouth until she has to lower one of her hands still lightly pumping his base. then, she begins to bob her head up and down, looking up at him to catch the first moan that leaves his mouth. she watches his head go back and feels motivated to only do better.

she picks up speed and matt is quickly pleased, judging by the bucking of his hips as an inaudible grunt falls from his mouth. "yeah," he mutters through breaths, keeping his eyes open through his quiet moaning to maintain eye contact with her. he grabs her hair once more, tightening his grip before becoming unable to fight closing his eyes and throwing his head back any longer. "just like that, mason."

she manages a hum, the vibration being felt on his cock and causing him to instinctively push down her head. maisie drops her only hand still on the base of his length to allow herself to fit as much of him in her mouth that she can with matt's sudden pushing, and in result, an ungodly gag leaves her mouth. the movement causes matt to suddenly lean forward, his lips parting. "fuck," he breathes. "fuck, mason, i'm about to-" he cuts himself off, struggling as his hips instinctively buck forward. maisie's head bobs quicker and quicker as matt closes his eyes, allowing his impending orgasm. "'m gonna cum."

maisie hums yet again, causing matt's grip to tighten further in her hair as the sensation was the last thing he needed. he moans audibly as liquid shoots straight from his tip into the back of maisie's throat, her head raising up and leaving his cock wet as she immediately swallows it all at once. matt grins, very pleased with the sight. "good girl."

she smiles amusedly at him as she catches her breath, raising a hand to wipe the back of her mouth and scooting back on the floor to take a second to breathe. matt feels like he has to catch his breath too, taking the moment to get his boxers back on. he doesn't bother with his jeans, leaving those on the floor with the shoes he also has to take off. that's when he glances over to maisie and notices her shoes still on her feet behind her. he raises his eyebrows. "you just did that with your heels on?"

maisie looks down to her feet, realizing he's right. she was in just a rush as him that she hadn't even noticed. quickly, she slips them off and stands up with a lazy shrug. "i'm a talented girl."

the corner of matt's lips turn upwards for obvious reasons, and he reaches out for maisie's back to pull her towards him still sitting on the bed. "clearly," he says playfully, glancing over her short dress that's been killing him the whole night before asking her, "does this zip?"

when she nods her head, he spins her around and moves her hair to the front for her to hold onto. he then unzips her dress from the top to the bottom, the noise filling up his quiet bedroom. his skin doesn't even touch hers, but he can still feel her warmth from being so close to her.

he spins her back around so that he can see her face, and then he begins to pull her dress off from the back. his eyes stay on her face at first, enjoying the tension in the eye contact, but as he slides the dress down past her chest, his eyes magnetically drop. he bites his tongue at the red lacey bra she has on underneath, feeling turned on all over again at her nipples peaking through the sheer parts of fabric.

matt must have stopped undressing her with the dress halfway down her body, because he can't focus on anything other than her tits until he notices her begin to finish the job for him. his eyes jump down to the rest of the dress sliding down her body, instantly sucking in a breath at the matching panties she has on. of course.

"do you like the red?" maisie asks in a whisper as her dress hits the floor, then stepping out of it and back between matt's legs.

"i love it," he answers unashamedly, his hands sliding from the back of her thighs to her ass—where they linger for an extra moment longer before roaming to her back, and then around to the front of her torso. his eyes roam her body hungrily as if he doesn't know where to explore first. he has a clue though, suddenly standing up from his bed as he rests his hands on her backside. "let me show you."

the corner of maisie's lips turn upwards wickedly, wordlessly nodding her head to comply to his wishes. his grin matches hers before he turns her around, maintaining eye contact as his hands linger around her sides before sliding off completely. maisie feels cold without his touch before he instructs her, "lay down."

maisie smirks, murmuring a playful, "yes, sir," before she turns around to face the bed. she is acutely aware of how this leaves her ass facing him as she crawls onto the bed, a secret smugness building in her chest at the sigh she hears leave his lips from the sight. once she's reached the pillows, she turns so that so she can rest her head back on them. her body is on display right in the center of the bed for matt still stood at the end to admire openly, maisie's ego boosting tremendously with the way he licks his lips. feeling hot and bothered, and ready for him to get on with it already, she tilts her head in the midst of his staring. "are you going to keep that shirt on the whole night or what?"

matt's eyebrows shoot up, amusement swirling in his eyes before he dryly laughs at her comment. the raspiness of the sound has maisie crossing her legs on the bed in anticipation as he is quick to listen to her, reaching for the end of his shirt and swiftly pulling it over his head with one hand. "you've got quite the mouth on you, mason," he says hoarsely as he approaches the bed, watching her prop herself up with the back of her elbows. his knees press against the bottom of the bed as he starts to climb on, a devilish look flooding his features when he teases, "need me to shut you up that badly?"

"i've only been waiting for it all night," she replies pointedly, growing frustrated with the strong want she feels for him.

matt smirks, coming further onto the bed and finally glancing down to her lower half. maisie feels herself grow bashful under his stare, subconsciously pushing her legs further together as his eyes scan over them. he notices the movement and gently places a hand just below her knees, sliding it over her smooth legs crossed together and looking up to her red face. "relax for me," he says softly, removing his hand as maisie nods and slowly begins to uncross her legs.

matt watches her move and waits until she's laid flat so that he can slide his hands underneath her, smoothly sliding them up the back of her thighs and feeling the goosebumps his touch he creates. he looks up to maisie as he continues furthering his hands enough to reach the lace trim of her panties bunched at her hips. he feels the corner of his lips raise when he smoothly slides his fingers underneath the fabric and maisie raises her hips up instinctively, prideful in the way she can't keep her lip out of the in between of her teeth.

he doesn't remove her underwear instantly as she was expecting, and instead, removes his fingers from underneath the sheer fabric completely. maisie huffs in frustration, letting her hips hit the comforter with a grunt as matt chuckles underneath his breath. he wants to take his time with her, so he leans forward after removing his hands from her entirely and moves his focus to the damp area in which the fabric is covering her core.

matt reaches one of his hands out to lightly graze his fingers over her panties, feeling the wetness and inhaling sharply. a smirk plays on his face when he hears maisie's breathing audibly change, and he feels lust take over him entirely when he retracts his hand and his fingers are left damp. he gazes up to maisie's face growing flusher at the minute. "all this for me?" he asks sensually, feeling his dick wake back up after his previous orgasm when he gets somewhat of a whimper in response from her. immediately, he reaches a hand back up to her panties, now feeling her wet folds through the thin fabric and getting his own pleasure in the loud breaths that leave her lips. "you're soaking through your panties, baby."

"can you just fuck me already?" she whines, arching her back to try and relieve some of all the tension she is feeling at the moment. matt's eyebrows raise, removing his hand from her panties and raising both of his hands to her legs instead. maisie whines at this too, surprising matt more and more with the neediness she is not hiding. she pulls her feet up to fold her legs against him as she desperately looks at matt, silently pleading with him when his hands slide up her legs.

"let me make you feel good first," he replies, still set on returning the favor when his words only seem to make her groan in disapproval.

"matt, please," she whines, shaking her head repeatedly as matt feels his jaw go slack. he feels awestruck at the sound of her begging—the sound of her begging for him. finally leaning her head back against the pillows once more, maisie looks at him serious and lust-driven. "i just want you to fuck me."

matt's hands freeze on her legs, the realization hitting him that his dick is as hard as stone in his boxers right now. it feels like the winds been knocked out of him, but he still manages to lean forward into the space between her legs. "are you sure?"

maisie rolls her eyes into the back of her head, taking the initiative to wrap her legs around him completely. "don't make me say it a third time," she says frustratedly, causing matt to finally realize she's being serious.

the fact that he's been given the green light dawning on him, he shoots forward in a quick effort to find her lips. after he situates his hands on the comforter above her head, maisie lets out a relieved grunt the second his mouth meets hers, and desperately reaches her hands around to his back. she grips onto his back muscles for the life of her as he slides his tongue into her mouth, nearly moaning at the broadness of his tattooed body underneath her fingertips.

he draws his lips from hers to give them a moment to catch their breath. "i've wanted this for so long," he just barely murmurs through the loudness of their breathing. and he doesn't even give her long enough to process his comment before his tongue is back in her mouth, making her forget he ever spoke entirely.

maisie sinks her nails into the skin of matt's back and he moans into her mouth, nearly creating a second pulse at her core. instinctively, she tightens her legs around him, causing him to moan again before he breaks their kiss to catch his breath in her neck. maisie feels something pressing into the warmth present between her legs and can't contain her gasp when she realizes what it is. "hard again already?" she can't help but tease, trailing her hands on his back to the end of his neck, and feeling him groan into her neck. "are you usually this easy to get bothered?"

"it's just you," he murmurs his response against her neck, causing her to sigh delightfully. he then begins softly kissing the skin there, maisie's eyes beginning to flutter close at the sensation. when it turns into sucking instead, her hands find their way to his hair.

she grips onto his hair like her life depends on it the more intense his sucking becomes. he purposefully allows his teeth to graze her skin before letting go and pressing a soft kiss to soothe the area. maisie finds herself wanting him more because of his ability to act so tender in such a passionate moment between them. she sucks in a breath as his kisses trail further down to her chest area, looking down to watch him treat her with such care.

as he begins sucking at a spot on her collarbone, one of his hands finally venture to cup her breast for the first time. he squeezes her tit through her bra, causing her to gently moan his name out, "matt." he continues to squeeze the tender area, growing more aggressive as her skin is nicked between his teeth. "matt," she repeats, growing louder in hopes that he'll pick up the pace they're going at.

she hears him let out a frustrated breath against her skin before he raises his head to peer up at her. he slides his hand underneath her bra, watching her breath hitch as he swipes his thumb over her nipple. "can i take this off?" he whispers.

"mhm," she just barely responds, matt smiling smugly before he raises himself up still in between her legs. he allows his hands to travel underneath maisie's torso, keeping his eyes on her as he undoes her bra while he can not see the back. maisie bites down on her lip once it pops undone, both of their gazes lowering immediately with the sound. seeing the sheer fabric grow loose has stars forming in his eyes, and he quickly pulls at it to try getting it off.

maisie raises her arms to get out of the straps when it becomes loose enough, and instantly, matt is only looking at her tits. "my god..." he mutters to himself as maisie tosses her bra onto the pillows behind them.

when she turns her head back around, she can't help but grin at the way he seems so awestruck seeing her naked. her grin is automatically wiped off, however, when matt shoots his hand forward to grip one of her tits bare. she lets out a surprised moan, catching the pleased expression on his face before he dives his mouth right onto her other one. she moans again at him kissing onto her soft skin all the while he continues squeezing and squeezing the other one, desperately bundling some of his hair in her hands. his mouth moves to her nipple, swiping his tongue over the sensitive area to hear her moan, "matt."

it's when maisie's nails begin to scratch at his scalp that his grip on her tit loosens and he grunts against the other one, looking up to see maisie's lustful features. "fuck, i could cum just looking at you," he says with the shake of his head, raising himself up just as she whines in reply to him. he closes his eyes, the sound going straight to his cock. "i need you on top of me," he tells her once he opens his eyes back up, her eyes widening as his hands suddenly slide around her upper back.

his words catch her off guard at first, but the thought of riding him has her complying the second she processes what he said. immediately, she loosens the hold her legs have on him, and he breaks out into a grin at the movement. quickly, he tightens his arms around her before pushing all of his weight to the side, successfully rolling himself onto his back and taking maisie with him.

she readjusts on top of him, moving her legs to where they're comfortable all the while matt feels her up. "that's better," he says more-so to himself. his hands slide up her sides to her bare tits, squeezing there eagerly and grinning a little too excitedly when she finally looks down at him.

it feels like he's staring at a goddess floating before him as he watches her flip her hair behind her shoulders. she lowers her hands down to her waist and matt's eyes follow her every step of the way, knowing she is moving to remove her underwear. he watches her bundle it up at the sides, sending chills down his spine when she looks at him before pulling it down. she brings it to her knees, then removing it from each of her legs one by one before throwing the red fabric onto the floor.

once maisie lowers her hips and rests her weight against him, matt immediately sucks in a breath at the feeling of her core right against the ache in his boxers. "oh shit," he instinctively begins to sit up, attempting to get a better look at her on top of him. "i can feel you—“ he struggles with the overwhelming sensation at his crotch. "fuck, i can feel how wet you are on my—“

"shhhh," maisie shushes his lust-driven ramble, forcing him to lay back with the push of her hand. his eyebrows shoot up to his forehead at her boldness, the twitch in his boxers leading her to believe that she just turned him on more. taking in a deep breath before, she suddenly pushes her hips forward to create more pressure between them. matt's jaw drops, barely containing his moan as maisie lets hers free. his eyes jump all over her face as she throws her head forward, looking at him to say, "you already feel so good, matt."

matt lets out a groan full of pent up sexual frustration, desperately gripping onto her hips and following her lead to pull her further against him. she closes her eyes, continuing to throw her head forward as she hears matt murmur through his own muffled moans, "just wanna be inside you."

maisie gasps as he pulls her against him more and more roughly. her need for him only growing worse and worse, she finally cries out, "okay, stop, stop, stop!" matt stops abruptly, his movements freezing at her sudden exclaim. she opens her eyes to find his expression panicked, so she simply catches her breath, diminishing his worries when she scoots back to give herself access to his boxers. matt internally calms himself once she begins messing with the waistband.

once she pulls the fabric down, matt's cock springs out immediately, causing him to sigh of relief. maisie is as quick as she can be when dragging his boxers down his legs, but matt shakes his head, urging her to stop with his nagging at her hips. "not enough time, baby," he mutters, catching her attention once she gets it just past his knees. she sighs and immediately gives up with his permission.

focusing her attention back on his hard dick stood stiff in front of her, she takes in a sharp breath. her eyes jump to the precum leaking out of his tip and reaches forward to swipe it off with her thumb. matt's hands instantly tighten at the sides of her hips, and maisie raises her thumb to her mouth, then sucking it agonizingly slow. "for fucks sake, maisie," he throws his head back against the pillows, causing her to smirk when he impatiently complains, "don't tease me, just fucking ride me."

"sure," she replies simply, smiling smugly before she slides her hands onto his stomach. he lets out a relieved sigh at the touch, watching her use him to hold her own weight up long enough to line herself up with him. she straightens her posture as she hovers above him, reaching down for his cock with one of her hands and aligning it perfectly with her core. matt is already softly moaning at the sensation of his tip being right at her entrance, forcing himself to nod his head when she slides her hand back to her other one on his stomach and looks to him for the go ahead.

slowly, maisie lowers herself onto his length, immediately overwhelmed with her own pussy stretching out to fit him. "oh my god," she gasps as his tip sinks into her, closing her eyes automatically as her mouth stays agape while forcing herself to continue. "fuck, matt, fuck, oh my go—" she continues to moan the further inside her he gets, instinctively opening her eyes as she gasps again the more she feels him stretch her out. "you're so big," she manages through her struggling, her hands sliding up his stomach as she finally fits all of him inside her. he's the biggest she's ever had, that's for sure.

"yeah, baby?" matt responds, his hands sliding up her abdomen as she instantly nods her head for him. she forces herself back up his length, and he smiles at her face of concentration, no longer able to resist himself before starting to readjust them so that he can sit up. he leans his back against the headboard so that he can get a better view of her, and maisie adjusts herself on his lap, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at his dick moving inside with her. he buries his face into her neck now that he can, whispering praise against her skin, "you feel so good." he hears a moan escape her and kisses her skin right as she begins to lower herself on him again. "so fucking tight," he exhales deeply as all of him fits inside her more quickly this time.

maisie lets out a pleased noise at his compliments, thanking him by beginning to pick up her speed now that she can grip onto his shoulders. she pushes his length in and out of her using all of her upper body strength, and the effort is immediately noticed, matt's hands desperately cupping her bouncing breasts as his breathing is hot on her neck—moans included and all. "so good, mason," his voice is barely heard through their loud breaths, but it's all maisie can hear, leaving her to moan as she pushes herself down onto him completely. an ungodly moan falls from his mouth. "so. fucking. good," he says through breaths.

maisie's moans seem to grow higher and higher, and hurried and more hurried the longer she goes on riding him. "oh, matt," she says through moans, leading matt to raise his head from the crook of his neck to take a look at her pre-orgasm face. seeing her all red and open-mouthed has him moaning extra as he leans his head back onto his headboard. "oh my god, matt."

dropping his hands from her breasts to her hips, he sees her nearing a climax and wants to help her get there. without a warning, he decides to switch their positioning by swiftly connecting their lips for a heated kiss. the sudden movement causes her to lose momentum in riding him as she tries to keep up with kissing him instead, and it grants him the perfect opportunity to lift himself up and turn her so that she'll switch places with him.

she breaks away from him when her back suddenly hits the bed, her eyes shooting open in surprise to find him now smirking down at her. "surprise, mason," he teases. her lips part in shock as his single chain hangs down in her face. she glances at his hands, which have found their place resting above her head, before she looks back to his prideful expression.

she sucks in a sharp breath, deciding to let him successfully silence her when he starts pushing himself in and out of her ferociously. his thrusts are full of much more force, causing maisie's claws to immediately dig straight lines into his back. "fuck, matt," she gets out through moans all in which matt keeps his eyes open to see. "oh, fuck, matt." the way her eyes close as her face scrunches up is getting him there just as much as her pussy. "i'm so— i— i'm—“

"i know, baby," he speaks breathily, finally closing his eyes to focus on his thrusting so that they'll both get there together. "me too."

he hits just the right spot for maisie to let out an ungodly moan underneath him, feeling her retract a hand from his back before it reaches out to instead grab the single charm hanging from his chain. his eyes shoot open just in time to see her breathily moan once more before she's pulling his lips down to hers. matt welcomes the action immediately, his tongue quickly passing through to her mouth. she's very sloppy with her kissing, and he takes that as a challenge, quickly speeding up his thrusts to feel her struggle more against him.

he can tell now that her orgasm is right around the corner, as her moans become the loudest they have all night. he chuckles against her lips, muttering, "trying to wake up the whole house, huh?" as he feels her grip on his chain tighten.

"shut u-up," she manages through the moans she begins to attempt to muffle, only amusing matt further as he watches her ride out her impending high. she forces her eyes open to get a good look at his smug face, their mouths still on top of each other as matt hits the right spot for the second time. unable to fight her eyes rolling back into her head, she moans into his mouth, "i'm about to— 'm gonna cum."

"keep moaning into my mouth like that and we both will," he replies to her without missing a beat, his own eyes screwing shut as he means his words completely. he can feel his movements grow sloppy as he roughly pounds in and out of her, his own climax coming just as hers is.

matt feels his orgasm nearing as maisie reaches hers while he is still inside of her, her hands meeting one another desperately at the back of his neck. she cries out matt's name repeatedly through all of her hushed moans, sending him right to the point he needs to get to. "louder, mason," he breathes through his own moans, his thrusts growing weaker as her chanting his name grows louder. "fuck, i need to— c-can i—“

"fill me up, baby," she interrupts him once she predicts his words, massaging his scalp with her nails as he immediately closes his eyes due to the pet name.

the sound of her calling him baby sends him into overdrive, managing a few more weak thrusts in and out of her before he defeatedly drops his head into her neck at the feeling of his hips bucking forward. he grips onto her sides roughly as he finishes inside her, muffling his moans into her neck until he's able to finally pull himself out of her completely and roll over onto his back.

the two lay there wordlessly for a few minutes to catch their breaths, and when matt finally turns his head to look at her, he's taken off guard by the sight of her bare breasts all over again. instantly, he looks away. "you've gotta cover up before i start trying for another round."

"gross," maisie instantly responds, spreading a grin across matt's face at her usual self coming back out to play so fast. he watches her get up from the bed, completely enthralled by her naked body, and raises his eyebrows when she turns to face him with her arms covering her tits. "where do you keep your clothes?"

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WELLLLL THAT WAS CRAZY! literally half of this is them just moaning fuck. sry i physically can’t deal w pet names in every line it kills me. and i feel like this is way too detailed it's just the way i write :/

hopefully this gives u all some insight into why matt is so obvious w how bad he wants maisie cus THAT WOMAN LITERALLYYYY MATCHES HIS FREAK. regular maisie and drunken maisie on tumblr r 2 diff breeds i fear…

not sure why i forgot condoms exist in this so just go ahead and pretend maisie’s on the pill for me pls n ty 💖

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unfortunatebrainfarts · 6 months

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Cussing out anyone and everyone is fun until you get lasso'd out of bed to do it on behalf of your casual space cowboy co-worker who for some reason knows where you live

Boothill x f!reader

A/n: soort of part 2 to my previous work but can be read seperately‼️

"For the last time — let me go before I literally unscrew your dick off."

"Psh, as if ya got the balls for that lil' missy."

You don't even have to look at Boothill to know he was immensely enjoying himself right now — hell you couldn't even if you wanted to since you were currently getting dragged through the ice cold floors of wherever the hell you were, with a fucking lasso firmly binding your legs and arms.

"It's like 5 a.m. in the morning, what the hell could you even want at this god forsaken hour?!" You righteously grumble, but alas, you were met with nothing more than silence probably because you've asked similar questions before. Yes. This has happened before. Many times before.

For Boothill, tracking down enemies and pinning them down was great. Not being able to curse them out and instead calling them a 'cutie' and blessing their soul? Not so great. But that's where you come in! His lovely fellow galaxy ranger who's been with him long enough to know what he wants to say, and is far too weak(compared to this baby shark looking freak of a cyborg) to refute him. Physically that is — you always make sure that you complain his ear off to at least ensure some sort of mental damage.

"Hey! If you're going to take me somewhere could you at least not drag me all the way there? Ugh these floors are so cold I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia. If I do and I sue you, don't you have to pay me compensation for that? I'm expecting at least a million credits or so cause I don't think Lan provides health insurance for the galaxy rangers—"

Your pitiable monologue was abrubtly cut short by Boothill firmly gripping the rope which binded you and roughly jerking it upwards so that your body would fall limp directly on his shoulder like a giant worm, your head just centimeters away from his.

Of course to which you responded with automatic aggressive squirming and wiggling only making you look more and more like a worm. But honestly who could blame you? I mean, who just DOES THAT and expects the other party to be calmly subdued?!

"Oh sugar honey iced tea, could ya quit strugglin' for just one moment—" A large, metalic hand was promptly placed around your waist and no amount of wiggling could even get it to so much as budge. "Now that y'r off the darn floor ain'it 'bout time ya shut yer trap? Heh... we're almost there."

Now that you were head to head with Boothill, although not in the most favorable position, you could see his face now — his face with probably the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on it. His sharp teeth making themselves apparent, and unwavering eyes focused on just whatever lied ahead.

And then his feet stood still.

"THERE," he shouted unrestraintedly like a madman, while pointing his free hand at... a random lady in purple?

Without warning, Boothill launched himself forward stopping only inches away from the woman who looked just as confused as you.

"Now, go tell 'er that she's a wonderful ray of sunshine that deserves absoloutely nothin' but the best. Oh Acheron, bless your soul ya lovely imposter, be prepared to go on a playdate and have some teatime with me soon! Until then, you should keep yourself safe."

The sheer passion that Boothill had in his tone made it clear that he had a message to get across. Though you don't think the other woman, or supposedly Acheron, understood a word he said. You exasperatedly sigh, you felt just as bad for this lady as you did for you yourself.

"Well?! What'cha waitin' for," the arm around you tightened just enough for a squeak to involuntarily come out of you and you knew you weren't getting out of this.

You mentally apologise for this poor lady before translating his thoughts into words, "Er... what he means to say is uhm, 'you're a disgusting piece of shit who deserves to die seven times over by my hand. Oh Acheron, you absoloute dumbass fucking imposter, be prepared to meet me and face me off in a showdown soon, but you might as well just kill yourself before that."

"...," Acheron's face remained unchanging and blank throughout the whole spiel, Boothill's however, was characteristicly smug and maniacal.

To others, the three of you looked as if you were frozen in time for at least a minute or so, until Acheron simply tilted her head and monotonously responded,

"Sorry, who are you?"

#I wrote this in like 30 minutes pls help #li actually writes🤯#boothill x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader

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daydaydayrk420 · 5 days

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can you do one wear steve and bucky are fighting over the reader and the reader finds out abt their crush and so he decides to fuck them both. it could be something like when one is sucking the readers dick the other one is upset until we tell them that they’re is no reason to be fighting bc we can handle the both of them. dom top reader and sub bucky and sub steve.

(anon)

Fucking is better than fighting

Steven Rogers X Male reader X Bucky Barnes

⚠️sub Steve, sub Bucky, top reader, arguing ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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It's a boring Sunday at the compound. So Y/n decides to go training.

Y/n gets changed into his training sweats and heads downstairs into the Avengers training room. He sees Steve and Bucky having fun as they playfully spare on one of the mats in the large room.

"Hey, boys." Y/n calls out with a smile as he walks towards one of the benches to set his stuff down. Steve and Bucky immediately stop in their tracks and look at the younger man. "Hey y/n." They said at the same time.

Y/n puts on his headphones and starts wrapping his fists for boxing. The supersoldiers try to go back to sparing but their attention is always going back to the shirtless man boxing a few feet away.

Y/n can feel their eyes on him but it's been happening every time he's around them so he's used to it. In fact, he gives them a show. He makes sure to flex his muscles whenever he can and when he drinks he purposefully lets some of the water drip down his chin.

Steve and Bucky watch with desire. They suddenly realize that they feel the same way and are filled with strong jealousy. They look at each other. Both of their eyes are filled with challenge.

They start to duel again. But this time they're not holding their punches back. Y/n notices the gange in their grunts and looks towards them. He raised his eyebrows once he saw that they were fighting and not sparing.

"Boys" Y/n cuts in with concern. They stop instantly at the tone that makes their hearts clench. They look at him.

"What are you doing?" The younger man asked with concern. The both of them look down in shame and shrug. "We got lost in the moment..." Bucky mumbled and Steve only nodded in agreement. Y/n sighs and shakes his head. "Be careful next time."

They weren't.

Since they both realized they both liked y/n they became competitive.

Constantly bickering. Fighting instead of sparing. Helping y/n whenever possible. Flattering y/n whenever possible. Just anything to win the fight and get the younger man for themselves.

Today the three of them arrived at a hotel. They're staying in Romania for a mission. It was originally supposed to be just y/n and Steve but Bucky insisted he comes along. Definitely not because he's jealous and doesn't want the two of them alone in one room. No of course not. It's because he's the only one of them who speaks Romanian. They need him for translation. That's definitely why he tagged along.

Y/n is laying shirtless on his bed. He's mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Bucky is taking a shower and Steve is out shopping. Y/n is so deep in though that he doesn't notice Bucky watching him from the doorway wearing only a towel around his hips. Bucky stands there debating whether he should go and claim y/n as his or if he should wait for Steve to come back.

Fuck it.

Bucky makes his way towards y/n's bed. Thanks to his quiet footsteps and Y/n being too busy watching cat videos he successfully makes it to the end of y/n's bed. He crawls towards y/n and tug's at his sweatpants. Which finally gets his attention. "Hey- buck? What are you doing?" Y/n sets his phone down and leans on his elbows. Bucky just looks up at him innocently and keeps pulling the pants down.

It doesn't take long before y/n gives in and leans against the headboard. He lifts his hips so Bucky can remove the pants low enough to pull his prize out. The former assassin licks his lips and grabs the younger man's still soft dick. Y/n moans and leans his head back. James licks the tip. He moans as he tastes the salty precum. Y/n runs his fingers through Bucky's hair.

He watches as Bucky takes him in his mouth all the way to the brim with ease. "Good boy." Y/n praised and caressed the older man's hair. Bucky hums and closes his eyes. He slowly pulls off and then back until his nose hits the bush of hair at the base. He uses his free hand to massage y/n'd balls and licks around the shaft. Y/n moans and watches the way the soft pink lips glisten with saliva the move he bops his head.

"Oh for christs sake." Steve grumbled as he made his way through the unreasonably busy store. He's trying to find all of the ingredients he needs for carbonara but it's almost like this store is sold out of everything he needs as a joke. He would call y/n and Bucky for suggestions of any other food they'd like but he forgot his phone at the hotel.

Steve eventually just got tired of it and grabbed three cups of instant carbonara and made his way to the cash register.

"That's it. Just like that." Y/n moans as Bucky bops his head. The tip of y/n's dick keeps hitting the back of the former assassin's throat but he doesn't gag a single time. Y/n has a tight grip on James' hair as he fights his urge to thrust up into his throat.

"Hello." Steve greets an elderly couple that's standing in the elevator of their hotel. They smile and greet back. They don't recognise him of course because he's wearing a hat and sunglasses. He presses the fifth floor and waits. The small plastic bag carrying the three cups of carbonara hangs off of Steve's wrist.

The elevator finally stops and the door opens. Steve heads out. There are moans coming from the room closest to the elevator. Steve panicked when he realises it's his room. He doesn't know if he's panicking because of the way the elderly couple is looking at him because he's walking towards the room or if he's panicking because Bucky is doing something with y/n. And he can't have that. He can't let Bucky win.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck" Y/N groans as he reaches his climax. Bucky is ready to swallow every drop but the door slamming shut snaps both of them out of their daze. Bucky pulls off as y/n sits up with panic. They both look towards the door where very mad Steve is standing. Bucky fights his smirk. Y/n grunts and falls back in the bed once he realises it's just Steve.

He rubs his face and groans with frustration. Ruined climax is his least favourite thing.

"What the fuck." Steve cursed. Y/n looks up surprised. Steve rarely cursed. He looks between him and Bucky. "Wait a minute. Are you guys fighting over me?" He asks in disbelief and a bit of disappointment. Both super soldiers drop their heads the moment they hear the disappointment. They feel ashamed.

"Why? You can just come and talk to me. Not fight each other. I would've taken both of you." Y/n scold the older men. The ruined orgasm and mix of emotions frustrate him to the level that his voice may sound harsher than he wants it to be.

"Christ sake guys. You're over 100 years old and you both act like kids." He scolds yet again. But the older men are still stuck on the fact that he said he'd take them both. Are they really that blind by jealousy that they never considered that fact?

"You'd take us both?" Bucky whispers in disbelief. "Yes! Of course I would. What makes you think otherwise?"

They both watch in silence . Their mind races as they realise how dumb their fighting was.

"So... About your ruined orgasm..." Bucky started. Y/n laughs and lays back down. "You better fix it." He said with a smirk. Bucky grins and gets back to his previous position and gives the younger man's cock kitten licks.

Y/n looks at Steve. "You're not going to Join?" He asks with a smirk. Steve makes his way to the bed instantly. He joins Bucky in between y/n's legs and also gives kitten licks to the base of the younger man's cock. Y/n moans and lays his head back. He's already sensitive from his previous ruined climax so it won't take much to get him to cum.

Bucky already had his fun sucking the younger man's soul through his dick so he talks Steve through it. "Lick the tip and take your time with it." He orders Steve. The blond man doesn't know whether he should be happy Bucky talks him through it or If he should be angry that Bucky already knows the tricks that make y/n weak.

But the moment he feels y/n's fingers in his hair he obeys and does as Bucky says. In the meantime Bucky uses his mouth on the younger man's balls.

Y/n throws his head back with a high moan. "oh fuuuck" he groans as Steve takes him in. Said blond man has started to get bolder and moved on his own. He follows his gut and does what feels right. Bucky watches with a smirk as he massages y/n's ball and sucking the other one.

Y/n looks at them. His heart leaps the moment he sees both of their eyes watching him the moment he moves. Lips puffy and slick. Steve's eyes are watery as he takes him past his limit. Y/n caresses his hair. "No need to hurt yourself cap." Steve only huffed as much as he could in response.

Instead of pulling off he took more in. He fought his gag. But in the end it was worth it because of the way he felt y/n twitch in his mouth made it all worth it.

"Fuck fuck fuck Steve I'm going to-" he groans as a warning. He doesn't want Steve to choke. But Steve doesn't budge. He only hollows his cheeks and practically sucks y/n's soul of out his dick. Bucky watches with a smirk and kisses Steve's shoulder. He praised Steve for being a good boy and how well he's doing.

Y/n spills into Steve's throat with no control and let's out multiple high pitched moans. Steve gags at the unexpected feeling but snaps out of it and swallows as much as he can. Y/n tries to praise Steve but he can barely talk.

Once y/n's hand falls from Steve's head Steve pulls off and licks his lips. Bucky gets in his place to clean y/n up. He also wants a taste. The blond man crawls up and lays next to the younger man and lays his head on his chest. Y/n weakly wraps his arm around Steve. He's still sensitive and the way Bucky is cleaning him up doesn't help.

Once Bucky is done he also crawls up and lays on the smaller man's free side. Y/n yet again wraps his other arm weakly around Bucky and hums in satisfaction. "Good job." He praised them both. "Next time you guys want the same thing talk it out not fight. Okay?" He mumbles tiredly. The super soldiers nod and snuggle closer to y/n. "We'll try." Steve mumbles and James nods in response.

"Alright then. Good night boys." Y/n said before he dozed off. Steve and Bucky stay up. Quietly watching and talking together.

They have a hell of a ride ahead of them. They're not sure if their old bones will handle it but fuck do they want to hop on it.

#top male reader #male reader #x male reader smut #steve rogers x male reader #Steve Roger x bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x male reader

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brucewaynehater101 · 4 months

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Hiii!!!! Continuation on that Necromancer Tim au, what if in order to revive Jason, a life had to be exchanged for it? And this is gonna tie into that one undying joker au, but what if Tim decided to use joker for the ritual? He kills joker for Jason, which brings Jason back to life, but due to joker being undying his soul wasn't properly exchanged which is why despite the fact that Jason was revived, he was catatonic until he was dipped in the Evil Mountain Dew.

As for why Tim revived him, I feel like it would be partially revenge because Batman doesn't kill, but that doesn't mean Tim can't. He isn't Robin yet, so he cares less about killing. It could also be because Jason was taken too early. I heavily headcanon that Tim's favourite Robin was Jason (no hate on Dick's Robin, but Tim was a fan of the flying Graysons and Dick himself.) Maybe he got attached. Maybe it's some other reasons. But mainly, maybe he killed Joker for the ritual because maybe then Joker can actually be good for something for once in his life.

Bruce, of course, doesn't find out because undying Joker was revived again and just went back to business as usual. Your choice if Joker Junior still happens in this au, but if it does, It would be as some sort of twisted revenge from Joker, I guess? You loved Jason enough to try and kill me, so now you'll become like me, or smth like that. Additional angst if Jason finds out about that.

Moreover, this could be seen as Tim taking the burden of killing from Bruce (cuz he doesn't know about the whole undying thing yet), because (if I remember correctly, please correct me if I'm wrong) Jason was seriously against killing too back when he was still alive, and even tried to stop Bruce from killing someone. So, in order to keep Jason's perception of Bruce once he's back and alive positive, Tim takes on the burden on killing so that Jason will only be mad at him, not Bruce.

Hello again!! 👋

Alright! Let's tie those two AUs together (Tim revives Jason via magic with a price, and Joker is undying combined with JJ)! It sounds like fun ^^

Let's do a timeline

10 year old Tim Drake gets captured by Joker

Jason goes with Dick to hang with the Titans

Bruce finds Tim with the Joker. Tim kills Joker. They assume he's forever dead.

Bruce brings Tim back to the cave only for the kid to sneak out. Bruce never finds out his identity nor tells Jason/Dick about JJ

Joker comes back to life. Bruce and Tim assume that they just didn't check his pulse well enough (Batman left the body there for GCPD to deal with the traumatized child)

Tim spends the next two or so years reading mental health books to heal himself. Maybe he gets an anonymous therapist or something

Jason dies

Tim blames himself for not ensuring Joker was dead. He figures he might as well guarantee it sticks. What better way than to bargain his soul for Jason's?

The ritual goes wrong cause immortal Joker sucks

Tim is convinced Jason didn't revive at all and leaves the graveyard.

Jason catonically boogies his way into LoA's grasp

Tim becomes Robin cause what else is he supposed to do with Sir Beats-a-Lot?

Tim keeps on killing as Robin behind Bruce's back very very occasionally so as to not get caught. He figures he tried to kill Joker twice and killed Jason (by fucking up the ritual). With his thirteen year old logic, that means he's a killer forever. Might as well lean into it.

I love the other bits you've added about what Tim's mindset was like during these times. I'd so like to see what both Jason and Tim are thinking/feeling as they learn what the other went through

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #jason todd #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au

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rosemarydisaster · 2 months

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The Batfam and cooking

Alfred: we have so much canon info about this one. He takes pride in meeting the demands of his grandkids, but the kids sometimes just pretend to like it for his peace of mind.

Bruce: No. And I don't mean in the meme way. He's more than capable of sustaining himself and following instructions. He also chooses to subsist on those "nutritional milkshakes". Like to him is not a matter of learning how to cook, he's a chemist measuring his exact nutritional needs in a cup. It's disgusting and he shouldn't be allowed near the blender.

Barbara Gordon: not the best, not the worst. She has cooked, she will cook again. She's also not trying to make anything too fancy. She prefers take out mainly because she has (and will again in the future) burnt her food to a crisp because she got distracted with oracle stuff. A quick check while the potatoes are in the oven is a very dangerous thing.

Dick Grayson: he would love to be that guy that takes Instagramable pictures of his food. Sometimes he manages to do just that, but that's not sustainable for him. He has a few fancy recipes he likes to bring out to impress people or to feel like a responsible adult. Most of the time he's sauteing random vegetables with some rice and chicken and calling it a day. It's good, healthy and filling but is not much in the great scheme of things. I feel like he'd make really good salads too for some reason.

Cassandra Cain: she's not very good at being people. Cooking is part of that, a survival skill and not much more. She really appreciates nice food but doesn't see the point in learning herself when her time is better spent elsewhere. I can see her breaking into the other's houses to join them for dinner because she forgot to make her own.

Jason Todd: this man cooks. I don't care if the whole "Alfred's favorite" thing is a bit fanon, it's fun fanon. I think that since he is aware of how they lie to Alfred sometimes, he'd be an even better cook. He's the kind of guy to make any recipe work first try, even if he keeps workshopping it until it's perfect. He's also very neat and cleans after himself. Cooking helps him wind down after a hard night. If he messes up though he might cry.

Stephanie Brown: she took the whole "cooking is like science" and decided to be a mad scientist. Her cooking works for her because she has crazy tastes. Like she'd make a salami and Nutella sandwich and consider it her Magnum opus. She loves baking too just so she can fuck around and find out. Steph usually leaves the mess there until she needs the space to cook again. Not because she's dirty it's just that she gets so caught up in trying the final product she forgets about it. She stresses the fuck out of Jason.

Tim Drake: he's more of an utilitarian, closer to Cass. He learned a few simple recipes when he was a kid and that's all he needs. Through the years he's had to add a couple more to make it more balanced and fit his needs (first with the increase of physical activity and then the asplenia). He has a very healthy but very limited diet. He refuses to add anything else because there's no need. He already knows how to cook the things he needs and likes well, thank u very much.

Duke Thomas: this man can cook. It takes him a while to get into it, but he has great instinct for it. He's more of a "vibes only" kind of cook, which makes him an awful baker but Alfred has the sweets covered anyways. Part of his process includes picking the spices from the back of the rack that Alfred pretends don't exist. He's creative but not in as much of a messy way as Steph. And unlike her, he does have functioning taste buds so sometimes he ends up a victim of his own hubris. Most times it works out for him.

Damian Wayne Al Gul: he helps his siblings whenever he mooches food from them (because Alfred is the only one that tolerates idle hands in the kitchen). He loves Jason's cooking but he has more fun with Duke and Steph. They allow his input and suggestions which makes him feel like he's contributing. He prefers Duke though, because his success rate is higher.

#batfam #batman #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #tim drake #stephaine brown #duke thomas #damian wayne

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sadesluvr · 9 months

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Idk if you can do requests, and I don't know what you into buuuuut~

College student femreader, William as dormitory janitor and reader welcomes her on her room in a lone night

*runs away laughing like Skeletor*

A/N: TY for being patient on this req fill Anon!! I hope you like it! :) Warning: Steve is a bit of a perv in this - Read at your own discretion. Reader is in their early 20’s. Minors DNI.

Cawthon Hall, second floor, Room 113. Steve knew where you lived like the back of his hand. He didn’t frequent that particular block often, but when he did he knew he was always in for a treat. He’d seen you from your window as he cleared the bins early in the morning, sometimes peppy and ready to face the day, and other times sluggish. He didn’t care what state you were in though, just the fact that your thighs were always exposed since you slept in nothing more than an oversized sweatshirt. He’d spent countless nights, or even quickies in his car, jerking himself off to the thought of burying his head between them, and, eventually, grabbing onto them as he fucked you.

You’d seen Steve too. You didn’t really know his name until you’d seen his badge, but you knew he was certainly older, with large rimmed glasses and greying facial hair. His hands were large but veiny, clearly indicating experience and maturity. To be honest, you were rather missing maturity in your life.

Things were going steady with your boyfriend Chad. He was well liked; the head of his fraternity and the football team, and the relationship was fun, but it didn’t really have a destination. You weren't looking to be married anytime soon, but a bit of stability outside of frat parties would’ve been a plus.

“So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” Chad said, stretching as he pulled on his jacket.

“You’re not staying?” you whined, fixing the blankets around yourself. You’d just come off your high (in both ways), and was hoping for a little bit of emotional intimacy. Chad wasn’t distant, just clueless.

“I can’t stay baby,” he said softly, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Big game tomorrow. Coach is taking us to the stadium and I gotta be outside my dorm to meet him,”

You huffed, blowing him a small, somewhat sarcastic kiss as you watched him leave. You heard him mutter to someone in the hallway, and whilst you immediately brushed it off, the sound of wood scraping against the wall shook you from your thoughts.

You abruptly opened the door, only to find that Steve was outside, fumbling around with his cart. Your eyes locked, and you could tell that he was undressing what was left of you with his eyes. Pulling the sweater tighter around you, you raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss,” he said with a dorky smile. “Just finishing up my rounds,”

“I haven’t seen you here before…” you said sceptically.

“This is my usual route,” he said affirmatively. “You’re never home so early. Out dancing, I presume,”

“Hm,” you hummed, watching him as he got back to work. “Well, keep it down. I’m trying to sleep,” you said curtly, and now it was the man’s turn to cock a brow. He laughed knowingly, and waved a hand dismissively.

“You of all people should be worried about volume. I’m fairly certain you woke up the entire hall with your screeching,”

Realisation sunk in, and your eyes widened in fear, which Steve seemed to enjoy. Composing yourself, you scoffed.

“Whatever. Just because I’m getting some, and your dick dried up in the 60s,”

“How old do you think I am, young lady?” He chided, setting down his equipment, and inching closer towards you. You hadn’t noticed his full height - over six feet, for certain - and his slightly dirty overalls, a distinct pale yellow colour which for some reason made him more attractive. You stumbled back slightly, retreating into your room, but cocked your head and stared at him, eyes half lidded and slightly red from their high.

He was beginning to grin, and dimples spread across his cheeks.

“Old enough to be a grandpa…” you smirked, watching as he leant against the doorframe, the material of his trousers shifting so that you could see his bulge.

“Oh really?” he laughed. “Well, this grandpa knows that he could fuck you better than that boyfriend of yours,”

You didn’t miss a beat.

“Better not leave me hanging then, hm?”

Steve smirked as he shut your door, blue eyes lighting up as you realised you had no escape. At this time, everyone was either out or sleeping. In short, no one would hear you scream. He took your face in his hands, gazing at you predatorily before he kissed you, groaning as he began to slide his hands up the side of your body, reaching under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Such a pretty thing,” he muttered. “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d taste like,”

He chuckled when you gasped, your shock swallowed by his never-ending kiss. With a squeeze of your breasts he pulled away and instructed you to get on your knees.

You knelt on the rug beside your bed, licking your lips in anticipation as you watched him zip down his overalls - leaving him in a purple top and boxers - before pulling out his cock. It looked over five inches, with a good length and girth to it. He lazily jerked himself off before running his thick head across your lips, giving you the way to take him in your hands. Holding him still, you swirled your tongue over his tip, holding the taste of his salty precum in your mouth before you swallowed him further.

Steve threw his head back in pleasure, looking down at you through his glasses in admiration. He couldn’t help but begin to pump himself in and out of your mouth, grunting at the way you whimpered as you began to choke and strain your jaw.

“You’re even better at this than I expected,” he hummed. “Looks like your boyfriend has trained you well…”

You moaned at the fact, peering up at the older man through your lashes. He cupped your cheek and steadied himself before fucking into you further, making your eyes water and mouth fill with spit, only making him thrust harder. He was so desperate; so perverted that he hadn’t even given you the chance to suck him off on your own terms.

Soon, your nose became buried in the man’s happy trail, inhaling his musky scent. Spluttering, you pulled away, lips raw and throat suddenly dry as you gasped for air. Steve hummed as he watched you compose yourself, and tutted.

“Oh, too rough am I?” He purred. “Looks like your boyfriend has been too sweet to you. Don’t worry doll, I’ll straighten you out,” he chided. “Spread those legs for me,”

Hastily, you climbed onto the bed, pulling the thin material of your shorts down your legs along with your panties. Just as you began to prop yourself up, Steve drew your legs to the edge of the surface, face lightening up as he took in your wet, desperate pussy.

He licked his lips and adjusted his glasses as he rubbed your thighs, fingertips brushing over your folds before he shoved his face inside of you. He lapped eagerly at your lips, grip firm on your legs as his long, skilful tongue explored you in a way Chad had never done so before.

You moaned as his beard tickled you, your juices coating the strands as he motorboated your cunt.

“You taste better than I thought,” he said, flicking his tongue on your sensitive bud. “So fucking sweet…”

It wasn’t long before you came, practically humping yourself on his face as he cleaned you up. Even between layers of skin and sweat you could feel him smile between your thighs.

Smug bastard.

“It’s my turn, baby,” he grinned, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips before rising to his full height, positioning his pelvis between your legs, wrapping your own around his waist securely. He stared down at you hungrily, and you could tell he was ready to fucking devour you - but found it within him to reluctantly roll on the condom that you’d given him. They were still at the side of your bed from your session with Chad.

Steve pressed his tip against your entrance, but not before rolling it against your sensitive folds teasingly. He chuckled when you whined, body desperate and wanting, and pushed himself inside of you, making sure to sheath himself to the hilt in your wet cunt. You clung onto the sheets at the sensation of Steve’s mature cock filling you up, and the older man was equally as pleased to see (and feel) how your pussy stretched around his dick.

Once you’d taken all of him he began to move himself in and out of you, enamoured in the way your slick juices coated his cock, glistening against the material of the condom.

“How’s it feel to be stretched out?” he said mockingly. “Bet your little boyfriend isn’t as big as me, huh? Fuck, doll, this pussy is just how I imagined…” he rambled, hair clinging to his forehead as his thighs made contact with your own, balls slapping against your pussy. Through your high you couldn't formulate a response, but your mouth remained agape as you whined, biting your lip at the fulfilling pressure. Apparently this was the type of maturity you were looking for - Steve was pleasuring you in ways you hadn’t even known existed.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” he chuckled, stabilising himself with your own body, angling your hips upright. “Let’s just say that there was an accident with your keys once. I happened to run into a copy, and, well, I may have taken some things that don’t belong to me…”

Your eyes widened, and Steve’s own met your gaze at your nightstand where you kept your panties. He laughed for what felt like the millionth time; this time coming from deep within his chest and running off his tongue like poison.

You hated the way your stomach knotted up at the fact. How long had he been stalking you? Why hadn’t you noticed before?

Biting your lip, Steve placed a large hand down on your stomach as his thrusts got faster and shallower, building himself up to his crescendo as he rocked his hips into you with one last deep push. He let out a guttural groan as he came, eyes shut and shaking as he filled the condom with his hot cum, wishing that it were your raw pussy instead.

Perhaps next time he’d paint himself all over your face.

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that damn gala: Jason todd x fem!reader

the graphic is not mine, found it on Pinterest, all credit goes to the author.

Summary: credit for the idea goes to @p4inis: Can someone write a fanfic of “wear whatever u want, I know how to fight” Jason x fem reader???? Like they’re going to a gala and reader can’t choose which dress she should wear and Jay is her biggest hype man.

hope you'll like it: )

A/N: this is part of my Cheshire!reader!verse. You can find another story of it here in the post: Cheshire cat. And there will be more coming for sure since I'm having a lot of fun writing this verse.

Warning: cursing, a bit of sexual innuendo, but nothing explicit, Jason being a warning of himself :D

„Please, remind me why did I even agree to this?”

“Because you truly had no other option?”

“I hate you.”

“We both know you don’t.”

“Really? Do we?” Y/N smirked. Dick Grayson was her longtime friend and it gave her one privilege no one else had. She was resistant to him charm. So when he asked her to come over the annual Wayne gala it took a lot more than a pretty please and a nice smile to actually convince her to do so. Unlike many girls, she hated having to get all dressed up, putting on make-up and heels and acting like someone different than she really was only to win over some potential investors. Honestly, for a long time she couldn’t understand why was it her business. That lasted until Bruce offered her a job, an old RD position of her late father. Of course, the numbers were tempting but the thing was finally made her say yes was the opportunity to work with the latest technology and to put her ideas into work. And use them on patrols later on. So she gave in.

And soon one thing led to another, when she was forced to get involved into those stupid galas. Dick hated them equally as much, but at least he would be accompanied by Babs and they definitely would keep each other entertained. Unlike her friends, Y/N was going to be there by herself since for obvious reasons her beloved anti-hero boyfriend could not attend. So, she would either join Tim in deep conversation concerning Wayne Enterprises, sulk in the corner with Damian scaring people away with only look or spend the night getting drunk from all the expensive alcohol. One way or another it was going to be a loooong night.

“Yeah, we do. Come on Y/N, please, I’m gonna need your help you know it.”

“My help? Dick you are making zero sense. You will have your girl to dance with, Tim to take the duties and Damian for a security system. Why do you need me?”

“Because out of everyone you just mentioned, you are the only person that is actually fun.”

“Should I tell Babs about what you just said?” the girl laughed and heard Dick do the same on the other side of the phone.

“Please don’t” he turned deadly serious a second later “but you know what I mean. We both have known every guest for years now. We know their behavior, their bad traits and can predict who, when and how will make a fool of themselves. We have our inside jokes. Come on, please…..”

“Fine, stop whining, it’s out of character. I’ll come…..

“I knew you will give in at some point.”

“shut up, Grayson. I’m not giving in. Firstly because you will owe me and you know I’m not lenient when someone is in debt with me. Secondly, Jay will not like it, so good luck with having to deal with him. And lastly, I still got my cat claws on, so don’t expect me to be an egg-sucker.”

“As for the debts, that something we’ve been back and forth with for years now, so nothing new. I can deal with my brother, and Tim will deal with toadying, he’s used to it after all.”

“I hate you, Dick.”

“I know Y/n. See you at 9. You need me to pick you? Since you are coming alone?”

“No, I’ll be fine. Cheshire will swing by earlier and change in the manor if that’s fine.”

“I’ll leave the window open. See you, Y/n.”

“See you, Dick.”

She disconnected the phone and rubbed her forehead in frustration. She really though she would get away this year, but she’s been keeping this foolish hope for the last five years, always with no desired result. She always came and frankly it was never even half as bad as she expected, not that Y/N would ever say it out loud. But now, she had to choose a dress to go in and that was the hard part.

***

“Please, tell me you’re not preparing for the gala.” Jason stood in the door, only half-dressed In his gear, watching his girlfriend hurrying-scurrying in front of her wardrobe wearing only a sport bra and a pair of leggings.

“I am…” she groaned

“Was it Grayson? Did he force you? Do you want me to talk to him?” he took a few steps closer and grabbed her hands calming her down a bit.

“Nah. It’s fine. It’s always like this. He said I should come, I object, he uses his last-year arguments and I pretend to fall for them. It’s kind of tradition now. I would hate to break it.” She shrugged

“Maybe I can make knew tradition of making Dick attend the party with a bruise or…..”

“Stop it, Jay!” Y/N punched his shoulder and he grinned “if I really didn’t want to come, believe me I wouldn’t. But it really is entertaining making quiet jokes about all those bigwigs with excessive self-esteem and watching Tim trying his best to not speak his mind. The only thing that sucks about it is that I have to go alone” she moved her hands up his arms to his neck, pulling him in and he immediately grabbed her waist and leaned his forehead on hers, swaying from side to side.

“We can have our little party here. Or you can come with me to the patrol.” He whispered

“Mhm, don’t try to play me. That offer is a trap on your side, Red Hood only works alone. If you don’t count two teammates. And he does not want or need anyone else. Let alone little troublesome vigilante that also works with the bats.”

“That little vigilante cat knows her ways around words. She can play two sides, doesn’t she?”

“Jay, come on. You will never let me go with you and I will never ask. Too much of a risk and distraction. But I’m up for that party for two idea later on….”

“Do you have anything specific in mind?” he whispered seductively and leaned in to kiss her, but she quickly pulled away.

“Maybe. Maybe not. That depends if someone will take me home after the gala tonight. I mean, I have a couple dresses to choose from and I could use man’s advice on what to wear. Even if I absolutely hate the idea of playing the bait for man’s money. And I hate getting dolled up. I’ll be much more comfortable with tee and sweatpants or my suit. But I don’t have much opportunities to look nice, so…..” she pecked Jason lips quickly and moved towards the open wardrobe “what do you think, boyfriend?”

“Babe” every word she just said stung him. He knew she would never betray or cheat on him, but the thought of all those creeps staring at her and getting dirty ideas made him want to tie her to bed and keep her in the sheets with him, reminding her who’s the one to always keep her high and satisfied. But they all had duties to take care of. So he settled on embracing her from behind and kissing her neck softly “you know you can wear whatever you want. You will look hotter than hell. And I know how to fight if anyone would like to steal you away.”

“Babs is the resident beauty not me. If anything Dick should be scared. I’m only …. Addition.”

“Addition?” Jay kissed her neck again hitting her soft spot and making her gasp “you’re the crown jewel, babe. I wish I could go with you and watch everyone getting so jealous of me having you all to myself….” his lips on her skin was sending goosebumps all over her body.

“Jace….” She whispered closing her eyes

“Yes, sweetheart?” his grip was now tighter and she loved it and hate it at the same time.

“Let go of me. Now. Cause if you don’t neither me nor you will leave this apartment tonight.”

“Would it be so bad?” he muttered against her shoulder blade but reluctantly released her. “you should wear the black and red one. You will break necks in it.”

“Bet it has nothing to do with the fact some particular vigilante got those colors as a signature.”

“Vigilante? Who? I don’t really recall anyone choosing that palette.” He smirked with the boyish grin and she could not stop herself from kissing him again.

*** It was 8 when they both left the apartment, using different exits and wishing each other good luck. No hugs and kisses since that would only make them waver once again. Red Hood was on patrol while Cheshire made her way towards Wayne Manor making sure no one was following her. Being truthful to his words, Dick left the window open and without any trouble she found herself in his room, where much to her surprise she found Babs getting ready.

“Hey there, girl.” She smiled removing her domino mask and meeting with red-head wide and sincere smile “what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question, kitten. Is my boyfriend cheating on me?”

“Oh, you caught me! I only came here to tell him our little affair was over since I cannot do this to my best friend.” Y/N put her hand on her heart “And arguably because my boyfriend was after him to hurt him, but that’s on the side.”

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” Barbara smiled again and came to hug the other girl “dick told me you were going to get ready here so I thought we might as well help each other in preparation.”

“Oh, thank god for your foresight. I have no idea how to drape this freaking dress to avoid putting my whole chest on display.

“I had my suspicions about that.”

“And I am absolutely hopeless with makeup and hairdo, so yes, please and thank you for any help you can give me.”

“Don’t worry, my friend. I will make you look perfect.”

***

Barbara really was a magician with women stuff. Only because of her skillful hands and endless ideas Y/N was now looking like a real lady, classy and gentle, even if most of the times she was just a girl next door. Her dress fit her perfectly and any risk of showing too much was eliminated by cleverly used veil, draped on girl’s shoulder. Her make-up was almost invisible since Y/N had pretty skin (luckily she got no bruises or cuts for the last week so there was no problem with that) and she refused using anything more than some concealer, liner and mascara sticking to the minimum. Unlike Babs she ditched the lipstick not wanting to look like Joker after having one drink and leaving stains on the glass and all over. But still, she felt odd, especially standing next to Babs with her perfect figure and proud posture. Cheshire was used to skin tight suit that was supposed to protect her and enable all the kicks and punches, but this? Evening gown that accented all her hated curves and imperfections made her feel exposed, not protected. And this was another tradition that was happening every single year even though after all this time she should already be used to it.

“good evening, ladies.” Dick emerged from behind and offered an arm to Barbara “Babs, Y/N.”

“Richard.” Babs smiled at her boyfriend

“Hello Grayson” Y/N smirked only to cover for her insecurity. In a second she would be left all alone like a prey while Dick and Babs will make rounds together.

“You look nervous kitten” Dick pointed out and Y/N scoffed

“Nervous? Of course I am. I’m nervous for the safety of everyone here. You know I got…..”

“claws, I know. And that is exactly why I took care of things.”

“I’m sorry you did what?” she nearly choked because of his words.

“There’s this one guy, really big fish in IT industry. We are trying to get him to share some ideas with WE. And since you are in a warlike mood, you will talk to him. Besides, you are the only one here that actually knows enough about the technology to cover the subject so…..”

“Are you insane?!” she yelled-whispered “did you even hear a word I told you about attending this gala. I wanted out of the radar not being put on the spotlight! What happened to…..” she paused when an elderly couple passed through and smiled charmingly “what happened to the inside jokes and making fun of people?!”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but it’s like I said. You’re the only one knowledgeable enough to succeed. Just this one guy, please, and then you are off the hook.”

“Where is Tim when you need him?” she hissed and reached for the nearest glass of champagne “I don’t think I can do it sober.”

“I will owe you twice” Dick pleaded

“That is tempting…..”

***

The guy assigned to Y/N was hot. Tall, dark haired and well-build, with perfect nose, lips and all face. His eyes glistened when he saw her approaching and in a real gentleman manner he turned towards the girl.

“You must be miss Y/N Y/L/N?” of course his smile was perfect as well and Y/N was almost blinded by the whiteness of his teeth

“I am” she smiled through gritted teeth “I suppose you’re the tech genius Mr. Blake?”

“ Please, call me Desmond. It would be so much easier to cut the distance this way”

“I see you are very direct Desmond. Does that match in the workplace?” he might have been a predator but she was the one who hold power over words, not the other way round.

“We are not in workplace, are we?”

“But we are supposed to discuss some RD matters.”

“Who said we can’t have a little fun while at it? This is a party after all.”

“High-class party, Mr. Blake and as a CEO you surely understand that.”

“Of course, I had nothing wrong on my mind. Tell me, miss Y/N, do you dance?”

“Only when I’m forced to” she muttered making sure he couldn’t hear her while taking another discreet sip of champagne

“I’m sorry?”

“I said I do, although I am not very good at it.”

“Maybe you just haven’t met the right partner. Let me guide you” he offered his hand and lead Y/N onto the dancefloor.

This was going to be a looooong night, she thought while noticing Dick and Babs moving to the music on her left. Dick put his thumb up while Barbara only smiled. This was already a torture. Hopefully, things were going better for Jay.

***

Two hours and three drinks later Desmond seemed a bit nicer than at the beginning. Y/N was not drunk, she was used to keep her senses alerted all the time so she poured away all the alcohol Desmond so wholeheartedly kept on bringing. He did not and that’s why they were now sitting on the secluded couch, far from the crowd, the man babbling about how pretty she looked and how much of his type she was.

“I think you had enough Mr. Blake” she put a hand on his when he reached towards another glass. Apparently that was a mistake since he turned her gaze towards her, his eyes widening.

“Tell me Y/N, why is a girl like you alone at the party? I mean, you are hot.” Oh, fuck. She knew where he was going now. “and everyone here is just ogling you, me included.” Fuck square since he moved closer, almost grabbing her hip.

“ You’re drunk” she said standing up “I think you should sober up. Alone.”

“Don’t you dare turning your back on me, you little bitch. Who do you think you are?”

If only he knew…..

“A woman who knows better than to argue with you. You work for your own reputation Mr. Blake and let me tell you, you are only embarrassing yourself right now. Maybe you should stop before some reporter takes a picture of you stumbling.”

“You think you are so high and mighty, huh? A strong, independent woman, working for Wayne? Acting like a whore to get some attention and you can’t even get a boyfriend?”

“Careful with words, now” she warned slowly turning into Cheshire

“Or what? What exactly will you do, huh? Cause I don’t think you will do a thing…..” he lunged forward and before she could react had her pressed onto the wall, his lips on hers “you are only good for one night stand. And you ask for it, wearing that dress, you little bitch. You only deserved to be fucked and forgotten.’ He was using the fact no one could see them in this place

“Get the fuck off me!!!” she yelled all her instincts kicking in when she pushed the man away and he stumbled back. Unfortunately, while doing so, he stepped onto the hem of her dress tearing it apart and leaving Y/N legs almost completely exposed. “Damn it.” She muttered turning red while the man started laughing like crazy which finally caught some attention and Dick immediately came running for rescue.

“What is going on here?”

“Your little wanton friend is finally dressed the way she should be from the beginning.” Blake snorted

“Mr Blake, I think you should leave….” Tim rushed from the other side of the ballroom scared that either his brother or his friend would kick the man’s ass and made even more of a scene. This was going to be a PR nightmare.

“Leave? Oh, no, no, no. Not before I have a little fun with your little rag doll, here.”

“Let me though.” Another voice interrupted the discussion and Y/N, Dick and Tim turned their gazes towards the side where it came from.

“You’ve got to be kidding me….” Dick whined

“Oh, hell no!” Tim screamed

“What the…..?” y/N said in surprise

“What. The fuck. You think. You are doing?”

“Jason…..” dick tried to step between his brother and Blake before it came to fisticuffs. All of a sudden the latter became much more sober than a second before.

“Get out of my way, Dickhead. This scumbag just humiliated my girlfriend. I will not let him get away with it.”

“I’m sorry but…..”

“You are not sorry.”

“You’re right. I’m not sorry and I can’t let you through. We are trying our best to avoid bloodbath here.”

“I don’t fucking care! He asked for it.”

“Jason.”

“Back off, replacement!”

“Jason.”

Only now he stopped in his tracks. Because of her voice. Her soft, calm voice. All this time she was standing there silently watching the scene, her dress torn apart , hair messy due to the scuffle, being her calm, collected self. Fuck, she was so beautiful, somewhere deep inside he could not blame this man for wanting her. Who wouldn’t wish for this beauty to be in his arms. But she was his and only his. Only he was allowed to hold her and kiss her and love her. No one fucking else. And this one here, were not only trying to force himself on her, but also called her a bitch and a whore. And that was something Jason Todd could not let go easily.

“Jason, please, let’s just go home.” She said calmly “come on, baby. Nothing happened, all right? He’s not worth your anger. He’s just sad, pathetic man with a lot of problems, apparently. I’m safe.”

“Baby” Jason came closer to her sneaking his arms around her pulling her close “he needs to be punished. He offended you. Let me take care of that…..”

“Nope. Not this time. Besides, as much as I appreciate your effort, I can take care of myself and this one is just beyond are level. So why bother when we can go home and have that little party for two you mentioned earlier?” she caressed his side softly looking straight into his eyes and he was slowly melting.

“See? I told she is a whore! You better watch out for her, she will cheat on you with the first man…..” Blake did not get to finish the sentence when Dick and Jason grabbed each of his arm and dragged him out the door.

“This will hit all the headlines tomorrow morning….” Tim stammered out, his face as white as a ghost

“You can just buyout all the press companies in Gotham” Y/N said, equally white, but not because of the press.

“Are you kidding me now Y/N?!”

“Come on, Tim. Not the first PR drama for WE. We can turn this around. If not as Y/N and Tim then as Cheshire and Red Robin. We’ve done this before, all right?”

“Fine.” He huffed “One problem at the time. Now, are you all right? He did not hurt you, did he?”

“He could never. I’m better and stronger than it seems in this dress, or rather half-dress now.”

“Good. Otherwise I would have to stand against my own rules and help dick and Jason beat the man.”

“Speaking of the devils, this is taking them too long. Do you think maybe we should check out what is going on?”

“Nothing is going on. The boys are making sure Blake would never come around again. And from what I can predict his company will go down soon.” Barbara chimed in

“If that’s coming from the Oracle, who are we to argue?”

“By the way, where is Damian? He was supposed to act like security. How the hell did Jason sneak in? Not that I’m complaining, but I’d rather dance with my boyfriend than see him fight again ….”

“I was not the security! I never wanted to be here in the first place! I was forced!”

“Who wasn’t?” Tim scoffed

“You’re good Y/N/N?” Damian asked turning towards the girl

“Yes! God! I’m fine, please stop asking me that. I’m just a bit ….. tired.”

“You can stay at the manor than. There is always a place for you.”

“Thanks Dami, but…..”

“She is not going to stay. I’m taking her home.” Jason came into the view again, his nose bleeding.

“What did you do Jace?”

"I told you I know how to fight for you."

“Where is Dick?” Barbara became alerted and both girls exchanged looks

“I’m here. I’m fine. It’s all taken care off.” The oldest Wayne was clutching his bleeding nose as well.

“Did you two have a fight? How unsurprising…..”

"Wait, you beat each other instead of that fucking Blake?" Damian frowned "Can I do it then? I need some action, this party is boring like hell."

"He's been taken care of as well. Probably won't come around ever again" Jason stated proudly.

"What did you do him? Can you descibe in details?" the youngest brother suddenly became much more energetic and interested.

“I’m out, I’m done” Tim turned around throwing his hands in the air “you are all on your own now. I;ve got to do some damage control. See you tomorrow, Y/N. Remember your promise.” He left and so did Damian leaving Jason, y/n, Babs and Dick alone.

“Why did you beat him Jace?”

“He was supposed to watch out for you!”

“I said I’m fine!”

“But who knows what could have happened?!”

“could have, would have, should have….. How about we stop with the possibilities that never came to life, hm? How about you calm down, Jace?”

“How can I calm down?! You could have been hurt!”

“Dick? Babs? I’m so terribly sorry for everything that just happened.” Y/N decided to stop paying attention to Jason for a while.

“As much as I hate to say it, it might have been a bit of my fault.” Dick admitted

“a bit?!”

“Shut up Jason. I’m not talking to you now!” Y/N hissed and he just stood there with open mouth but did not dare saying a word. “I think we should call it a night, do you agree, Babs. We can’t let boys kill each other, right? Someone has to be smart.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We can’t ever rely on them with life choices, can we?”

“Nope. But I guess that’s the Wayne charm. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sure y/n. I’ll let you know if dick’s coming after Jay to take revenge for the beating.”

“Ok. I’ll let you know if Jace is coming after Dick to avenge my honor” Y/N laughed and waved Babs and Dick goodbye before turning to Jason. “As for you….”

“Look, I did not mean to make a scene…..”

“Jay….”

“I saw you in danger and acted without thinking…..”

“Jason….”

“You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…..”

“Oh for god’s sake!” she moved forward and cut his babbling with a passionate kiss taking him by surprise and leaving a few spare seconds for his brain to react and started kissing her back, his hands travelling up her sides. “I love you, you idiot. And I’m not mad at you, really. That was kind of…. Hot.”

“Only kind of?” he smirked

“Yes, because you still think I cannot take care of myself. You really don’t have to put the guns out every time you think I’m in danger. Especially when I’m not.”

“but you still like me in my vigilante mode, don’t you?”

“I never said it.” She scoffed

“Sometimes, words are not needed. I can settle on sounds.” He smirked and she smacked his head becoming red.

“Why are you even here? What about patrol? What about….red’s matters?”

“It’s a quiet night. I was patrolling nearby by accident….

“by accident?” she raised an eyebrow

“And thought I would swing by. And you know the rest.”

‘You are a child, Jason. A big child. And we definitely have a lot to work on in that area. Are you going back on patrol?”

“I wasn’t planning on, but…..”

“Good. Cause you know, I might be a bit turned on and need someone to take care of that. Are you up for the challenge?”

“Let’s go upstairs.” He picked her up and carried her the stairs to his old room, bridal style.

“Wait, here?!” she squealed when he threw her onto the bed and climbed up hovering over her body.

“Do you think I can wait? Honey, I need you right now.” He pressed his lips onto her, delighting in the way she melted into him and started letting out those sweets sounds. “now we can start our party” he smirked moving down her body, removing the straps of her dress and taking care of each square centimeter of her body.

“Jason….” she moaned arching her back “come on, don’t tease…..”

“I’m taking my time with you, babe. You will have to deal with it….”

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