#*grits teeth and breathes heavy against the mic*

[kithtaehyung]

mami (m) | myg/knj

title: mami (m) pairing: myg x reader(f) , knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au summary: you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date. note: heavy 00s vibes, this is just the beginning of a collection of parts instead of just a oneshot let’s fucking goooo🦋 note 2: this is pretty unedited lolll if there are mistakes i'm so so sorry! warnings for this part: language, choking, joon in sweats, bathroom s*x, b*ckshots, friendly sp*nks from your roomie🤪, it uhhh starts right out the gate lmfao, hobi in silk and a robe, yoongi is a warning in his own right, light sl*pping, you get called mamiii😗 so if that’s not ur thing i’d skip this series !!, joon is too smooth, a secret fourth guy lmfaoooo, battle rap scenarios! drop date: september 26th, 2023, 10:07pm est word count: 3.7k  mood: here 

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“You like that, huh?” 

Breath short, you can only gasp as the hands you’ve been eyeing all night clutch your throat, a fiendish hum the first response to your satisfied grin.

“Knew you would.” As your delicious captor speaks, you just know he’s fixated on your makeup—at least, the way it’s smearing onto a bathroom mirror that has seen better days. “You all do.” 

Fuck, he knows what he’s doing. Fucking hell, he always knows.

Your lust condenses and slides down the glass in rivers, and with each experienced thrust inside your folds, it’s getting harder, and harder, and harder to see the man wrecking your shit. 

But it’s coming. The end. The coil inside you is screaming and tightening and you know he can feel every potent pulse as you slap the tiny counter with a palm. “Yoongi—”

“You gonna come, mami?” 

Yes yes yes you really fucking are. It’s so truthful that you can’t even voice your agreement in words, your moans higher and higher in pitch the only tell you can possibly give. 

“Then fucking do it.” 

Light bounces from your eyes and rebounds off the mirror the same time your whine does, every limb locking while bare shoulders bang against your reflection. 

“Fuck.” 

You spring right into the ground floor above, eyes rolling so far back you could probably see the way Yoongi’s smirking at your ass if your dumbfounded mush of a brain wasn’t in the way. 

Again, and again, you milk his cock for all it’s worth, spurning him into gripping your bouncing hips with rough hands and faster strokes. Laughs and conversations seep through the door at your side, but you can’t make out a thing as you garble, 

“Yoongi, please—”

“One more.” 

“I can’t—”

“Don’t play dumb,” he tuts. “You won’t hustle me a second time.” 

Busted. 

Your pout quickly stretches into a devilish curve instead, and you hear his sound of approval before you brag, 

“I spent all that already, by the way.” 

Air whizzes past your ears as you’re hoisted upwards, and your mirth reverberates as you’re spun and shoved into the sink, cheap laminate bruising your back. 

Yoongi must also be remembering the time your pussy sucked the soul out of him. After you both made a bet that you couldn’t beat someone’s record time making him come. 

You won half of his prize money that night. 

And that was the night he won the entire thing. 

“You’re lucky I respect it,” he snarls, sweaty fingers gripping your chin as he slings a leg over his pelvis. When he grins, you wanna lick the white off his teeth. “And you’re lucky I made it back the next night.” 

Oh, shit. Did he really? 

Battle rap events usually stack so that everyone gets a chance. How did he get invited back the same weekend? 

Well, other than being a monster on the mic. There’s a reason you can’t stay away from him, and you may or may not admit you get turned on by how effortlessly ruthless he is. 

Lips smushed, you ask with genuine curiosity, “You won again?” 

Yoongi lightly smacks your cheek, chuckling when you grit out a moan. “Nah. The sponsors loved me,” he claims, finally bringing a hand down to guide himself back inside. “So they paid me to come back.” 

“Sick,” you praise through a grunt, fully catching his eyes for the first time tonight. Pushing past the way he fills you so fantastically, you huff out, “That doesn’t happen on south side.” 

“So I’ve heard.” 

“Yeah, apparently west and east side do it a lot. Especially with that guy Randa—”

“Fuck Randa.”

Ah, so Yoongi knows him? You haven’t ventured into the west scene yet, but the one thing you know about it is that dude’s name.

So he must be a beast.

Especially if Gloss himself had some choice words.

At this little slip of emotion, you don’t hide your smirk at all. “Oh? Maybe I will if that’s how you feel.”

The sudden possessive shove of his cock into your folds is delightful, your high giggle pinging off the bathroom walls.

“Fuck whoever you want, princess,” he chides right against your lips. “You’ll always come back to me.” 

“Duh.” You flick your tongue over his plush. “You wouldn’t last a week without me anyway.”

Yoongi pushes into you again, stare heavy and coaxing butterflies from your belly. “I’d manage.”

“As if.”

But even through the pleasure, you still wonder. How are you both having a regular conversation right now? This never happens with him. You’ve wanted it to, but there simply hasn’t been any talk when he’s involved. 

The high from your orgasm compounds with this strange feeling that you turn a little playful.

“What I meant was…” Fingernail poking his tank, you joke with a sly curve, “Guess you must be like, good or whatever.” 

When he looks down, you childishly swoop your finger up to bump his nose. “Ha. Loser.” 

Predictably, Yoongi pauses before only his eyes raise, suppressed emotions hiding behind long dark strands. “Really.” 

And even though you felt him twitch in your core, you’ll spare him. “I don’t make the rules.” 

You think this is when he’ll start ramming into you again, because none of the times you’ve hooked up ever lasted this long. It’s always been quick with him, and never in any other place other than bathrooms or broom closets. 

Which isn’t bad. Just a pattern you’ve noticed. 

But Yoongi huffs in amusement before shaking his head. “Since when were you this weird?” 

“Wow, rude?” Your scoff is full of mock annoyance. “I’ve always been this way.” 

It’s just that no one’s taken the time to get to know you.

“But you’re so…” 

All they care about is one thing. 

Which, granted, is the same in your case. 

It just gets a bit lonely sometimes. 

Offering to finish for him to stiff arm any more incoming awkwardness, you blurt, “Hot? Slutty?” 

“Fast.” 

Oh. 

Did you both just assume the other person wanted it over and done with?

That’s entirely possible considering the first time it happened lasted a grand total of three minutes. Max.

“I mean…” You lean back on your palms, not caring to adjust your very mussed top because your chest finally snags all of Yoongi’s attention. How he’s still hard inside of you is a complete mystery. “I don’t just fuck, you know.” 

“And here I thought we were similar,” he teases, groaning through his teeth when you roll on his dick. Again. 

And again. 

Of course you’re both similar. The only difference is that people dub this guy a sex god and you’re an easy lay. 

But you won’t get into that with him. Not now and probably not ever since you don’t dare even label Yoongi a friend.

Panting, you observe him watching your movements as you switch the subject, “You fucked that one sponsor chick for the invite, huh.” 

And he takes the out hilariously quick,

“Both of them.” 

Of course. Your head kicks back in laughter, remembering that there were two people running the event instead of one. 

Truthfully, you would’ve paid to see that. 

“Can’t stand you,” you lie, the way you chuckle as he slaps one of your tits saying otherwise. 

“Good.” 

As he rubs a rough thumb over a nipple, an announcement blares over deejay scratches and cheers, tugging both of your eyes to the door.

Before things quickly devolve into how they always go.

When you arch forward, his lips devour your breast; when you rock your hips into his, the groans against your chest make you feel alive. 

Your nails claw through his hair before you can’t decide if you wanna rake them through his shoulders or his neck. Here, there, everywhere you can grab, you take hold. 

Suddenly, Yoongi clutches the top of your skirt before thrusting in hard, and his laugh when you whine out a curse strikes your soul. “It’s better that way.” 

It’s always better that way. 

“Agreed,” you murmur, eyes flickering to the janky ceiling before sighing out, “I think they just said your name.” 

“Mm.” 

He plunges into you so hard you see his impish curve imprinted among the stars. 

“Then hurry up, mami. Gimme one more for luck.” 

MAMI 

“Who’s on the menu tonight?”

You hum while peering into your mirror—a much cleaner, brighter mirror than the one you were pressed against a couple weeks ago. “That nice guy I’ve been seeing at the gym.” 

“Wait, what? Are you going on a date date?” 

“Hobi,” you giggle, loving your roommate very much despite the way he just forgets sometimes. “We went through this already.” 

“So… Is that a yes, or.” His laugh blurts out when you throw a middle finger next to your head. “Okay, okay! You can just say it, you know.” 

“I just”—you spot check your makeup before vacating your vanity stool—“You know me. I never do dates.” 

As Hobi leans back on your bed, the way his hot pink robe matches your comforter makes you highly amused. Almost amused enough that you don’t react to his nosy question, 

“Nervous?”

Extremely. 

“Uhm,” you start, all pretenses dropping at the sight of his cocked brow. “A bit.” 

Springing up, your roommate pads over and rests thin palms over even thinner straps of your sundress. 

“What’s got you nervous, love?” 

Pouting, you look out your window before your chin is gently swiveled back forward. Thankful for his insistence, you confess to the only guy that you feel like you can trust, 

“What if I like him?” 

The laugh you get is full of disbelief and pity. “That’s what you’re worried about? Really?” 

When you nod, he chuckles again, but it’s smaller. And more understanding than the first. 

“Pathetic, right.” 

“No, no no,” Hobi starts, sliding his hands down to warm your biceps before squeezing. When he pauses, his expression gives his thoughts away before he can utter them. “Well, a little.” 

“Hoseok.” 

“But! Only because you’re making it seem that way.” He squeezes again before sitting back down on your bed. “If you just let things happen without thinking, isn’t that better?”

Does he really have to flop down to rest his head on his palms? Now? 

Talk about not thinking. 

Whatever. You didn’t expect Hoseok to do that, but he looks hot, so you’ll let it slide. 

And you don’t shy away from his silk-covered package before retorting, “Says you.” 

“Me? I overthink. That’s different.” 

“How!” 

“Don’t think about it.” 

When he winks, you both laugh, and his grin slowly devolves into a smirk before he motions you over with a mere head cock.

And you gladly oblige. 

Because your dynamic with Hobi still hasn’t changed. 

Slowly, you arrive at his knees before mounting the bed at his hips, being steadied over his pelvis as he keeps his prone position. 

“You look hot as fuck, you know.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“He’s gonna like you for sure.” 

“Naturally.” 

“So what if you end up liking him, too?” 

As he smoothes a hand over the side of your ass, you purse your lips in thought. “Uhh… Feelings? I guess?”

“You can have those, babe.” 

“Not mine,” you correct, knowing yours are too fucked up to share with anyone. Which is exactly why you’re all for the so-called fast title that Yoongi clipped onto your persona. “His.” 

Does the lifestyle you chose come with regrets? Yeah. Complications? Also yes. But at least those hurt less than the regrets and complications actual relationships come with. 

You’re just fine with how things are. 

Which is why you’re scared about seeing Namjoon, because he seems like the type that wants something steady. If you end up liking him, you’re gonna have to choose between options that are vastly different in color. 

Despite all that, you still said yes when he asked you out at the gym last week—while you were drenched, bare-faced, and wincing from the last set you completed to failure. 

Why did you say yes anyway? What drew you in to this guy? 

“If you’re scared of hurting his feelings, then just tell him straight-up,” Hobi advises, pulling you back to the present. “Guys won’t know shit unless you spell it out.” 

Looking down at his perfect features, you fake disbelief, asking the most rhetorical question in existence, “You mean you can’t just read our minds?”

“Baby, we can’t even figure out our own, let alone yours.” 

“You said it.” Fully reassured, you rest on Hoseok’s chest, careful to not smudge your face on his clothes. “…Pity fuck if the date goes wrong?”

“Of course.” 

Your chuckle is soft. “Thank you.” 

“Now get up,” he orders, smacking your ass so perfectly that it offends you. “Before I give you another necklace.” 

“Hoseok!” When his cackles follow you up as you stand, your jaw cannot hinge back in. “Goddamn, you’re bad.” 

“Not as bad as you,” he says, following you out of your room. “Mami.” 

That goddamn nickname. 

Hobi knows it’s a common term. And he knows it’s one you hear from multiple people, especially on south side. Literally nothing new or groundbreaking.

But he also knows it makes you unwell because of one specific person. Because you confessed that you didn’t expect it from them during a fuck and it made you weak in the knees. 

Which caused the same motherfucker to say it over, and over, and over again.

Fucking Yoongi. 

Why the hell is it only potent when he says it?

The psychology of that needs to be studied yet you will completely refuse to be a subject. 

After checking to make sure you have everything, you fish out your phone to double-check the address before calling a ride. 

“Where is it at?”

“Some restaurant on west side.”

“Damn, all the way over there?”

“I’m okay with it,” you assure him, inwardly wincing at the cost on your screen. 

Virtually anything on west side is far from your condo, but that’s partly why you’re alright with going. As much as you get around, you don’t prefer taking people back to your place. 

Besides. No one needs to know where you live unless you really fuck with them.

And it’s only happened twice.

Hoseok’s unconvinced reply cuts your thoughts in two,

“Alright… Well. Lemme know if you end up somewhere else tonight.” 

Smiling, you offer him a warm look, positive that his lean against the kitchen wall would put models to shame. “I always do.” 

“What did I say earlier?” 

“Spell it out for him.”

“Okay, good.” 

When you grin, he does, too. 

And you hope this Namjoon guy at least does well with words. 

Turns out, he does a fucking splendid job with them.

At least, the things this man is saying has you absolutely melting under dim lights, and you haven’t even gotten your drinks yet. 

“You look damn nice tonight, by the way,” he mentions with a dip of his head, fiddling with his napkin and giving you an upsettingly perfect view of his fingers. “I feel underdressed as hell.”

Underdressed? Looking around, you feel like you’re the one that dressed way too formal and you’re in a damn sundress.

You should’ve known, though. The restaurant that Namjoon chose occupies one of the few streets known for its laid-back, easy-going fare. Even you have heard of its unique charm and you reside quite a ways away. 

Before you respond, you remember how you arrived, checking around the small space before spotting him in a booth. And while you loved the lax way he dressed, you were even more charmed when he got out just to greet you with a cheek kiss. 

And the night has been so pleasant that you forget to be worried. 

“Why? I mean, thank you, but why?” 

Namjoon gives his sweatpants-covered thighs a glance. “I dunno. You just look bossed up and I’m like, your errand boy.” 

Your mirthy disbelief leaks out of your grin before he can finish. Watching a nearby table point at their menus to order, you go along with his compliments,

“I mean, I could use an assistant…”

He only smiles at his hands. “Order me around anytime.” 

Cute. 

Maybe that’s why you’re drawn to this guy. 

Even though he’s huge and can lift like a motherfucker, there’s a soft side that he’s got no shame showing. 

Also, as the night goes on, you quickly discover more traits you rarely come across. 

Curious, suave, humble—all of them surprise you in the best way. He’s already let you talk much more than he has, and the two of you have debated on not one, but three topics. Including one that you would have left his ass for if you both weren’t on the same page. 

“Okay, so we agree.”

“Yes,” he responds in relief. “Definitely would’ve rethought this whole thing if we didn’t.”

“Uhh, yeah, because I would’ve walked out and let you pay for everything.” 

“Damn!” Fuck, his grin is charming. “And I would’ve paid it, too.” 

Laughing—and realizing that you’re doing that a lot tonight—you rest a hand on his shoulder, “No, no, I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

Fuck, he’s solid.

“Wait, I’m getting us this time, though.”

“Yeah?”

Holding a round glass up to his lips, he coolly adds, 

“And next time, too.” 

Well. 

There’s no way you’re saying no to that.

“To next time,” you offer, clinking cups and taking a nice sip of your wine. 

Things end with both of you just having dinner—a concept so foreign that it makes you wonder if he wanted something more than a second date. 

But judging by the times he kept stealing glances and the way his curve stayed at a slant, it’s an open and shut case.

It’s always a bit crowded in the front few rows, so it doesn’t bother you to hang back for the first time in awhile. 

Besides, you’re a little late from your date anyway. 

Since nothing else happened with Namjoon—he had to leave pretty quick—you determined that you could make it to another Gloss smackdown. 

After you greet all the people and bodyguards hanging around the front doors, you arrive downstairs just in time to hear the deejay ushering everyone in. 

And based on what you hear, it seems like Yijeong’s got extra volume in his mic tonight. 

“Alright, alright, let’s give it up for our two up here, yeah?”

Everyone cheers as you clap to yourself, leaning against a chilly column and ignoring the stares your outfit gets.

The stage looks quite different from back here, with its huddled occupants talking amongst themselves. While you watch both crews laughing and standing around, you wonder what it would be like to support Yoongi from up there instead of on the ground. 

You really would if he wanted you to.

“I don’t have to introduce either one but I’m gonna do it anyway. Cus that’s the rules or whatever and they both deserve some love. Give it up for my man K Shine!”

You aren’t familiar with him but you support anyway. A tiny whoop leaves your mouth as a big portion of the room shouts, and you watch as the guy nods to the people that came to see him. 

“Oh, we’re showing out, okay. Alright, now let’s hear it for my guy Gloss!” 

In contrast, your energy evolves tenfold, and you gladly yell with the rest of the floor as Yoongi stays piercing the ground at his feet.

This guy. 

Still the same routine.

You always muse that he could look into the crowd once in awhile, especially since his audience is steadily growing. 

If they ever saw his smile, maybe more people would be drawn in wait is he looking up this time? 

Wait.

Despite there being rows and rows between you and the stage, you don’t miss the slight shift in his demeanor. It almost looks like he’s scanning the people in front. 

What’s he doing? Is he looking for something? Someone? 

…He’s not looking for you, is he? 

You’re there quite often and always in the same area, but you didn’t think Yoongi would really notice or be checking for you right now.

…But is he? 

Before you can think any further, the quick blares of an airhorn shove your thoughts away. 

“K Shine, you win the toss,” the middle man on stage announces. Fuck, you think you’d know his name by now, he’s been here a lot ever since the first guy disappeared. “What you got.” 

When the man answers, he stares right at Yoongi’s hooded head, fire flaring up the walls already,

“Mister Big House, Big Car, Big Rings can go first.” 

Oh.

He—

You really fucking regret not being in the front now.

Immediately, the whole room ooh’s, with the middle man pursing his lips and giving the two opponents space. 

Light illuminates the whole stage as both sides back up a bit, heavy cameras set to roll and some feedback ringing through the musty air. 

And you wait with bated breath as the crowd goes quiet. 

Heart stilling as Yoongi holds a mic right up to his lips.

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[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi usually carries his team but he’s a little distracted today.

warnings: f!reader, you suck him off while he games, he wears a headset, all characters written 22+ note: first post of nagi week for his bday! let’s go! <;3

nagi! are you even paying attention? new squad on your six!

“eh, ‘ts fine. cover me, i just—ah, gotta heal.”

you can hear the faint shout of nagi’s teammates from his headset, followed by a few shots and hurried footsteps as his fingers work at his keyboard and mouse. his messy mop of snowy hair is unruly and it’s dark in the room despite the way the monitor illuminates him, flushed cheeks and heavy breathes — blame it on the adrenaline, right?

he was good at this game — fps were his strength, normally carrying his team for the most part but he doesn’t know if he’s got worse or if it’s down to the way his pretty girlfriend is resting between his spread thighs right now, blinking up at him with a pretty look as your lips wrap around the head of his cock to suckle lightly on the sensitive tip.

nagi can barely focus on anything except the way you feel around him, finding himself trying to steal glances at you underneath his desk between reloads. he’s desperate and needy, wanting nothing more than to grind his hips up into the sweet hug of your throat as your hand strokes along the remaining length of him that won’t quite fit.

“ah—‘m g’nna die.” he’s missing shots and taking hits, it’s out of character and it’s obvious in the way the rest of the team are teasing him for it — making him murmur and grumble under his breath despite the way they break into something pretty when you swallow around him. “no fair.”

but the idea of people hearing him, hearing how breathy nagi’s exhales sound between the little whimpers that he lets slip from his lips only seems to urge you to hear more as you smear messy kisses along his cock. his teeth grit as his head rolls back against his seat, thick thighs spreading wider almost by instinct to allow you to push yourself deeper as his fingers flex around his mouse — earning a whine from the snowy haired striker above you as the heavy weight of him thickens and throbs with the stretch of your lips around him once more.

“fu-uck.. this maps so bothersome, just not used to it yet.” you swallow, gagging around his length before you pull back again momentarily and he feels like he can barely breathe as his lidded gaze scans his map — wanting nothing more than to take in the way he can feel your wide eyes on him.

“again. can gimme more.” nagi’s command is breathless and low, it’s spoken into his mic like it’s directed at his team but you know it’s meant for you when he sends you quick blown out and heavy look.

his broad chest heaves behind the tight fitted hug of his shirt — he’d been too warm underneath his hoodie that now pools at his hips and you’ve never been more grateful when the monitor illuminates the way the cotton hugs his physique. you guide your head back down— taking a sharp breath as a tear trails down your cheek when his cock pushes back against your airways, relishing the dizzy spin of the room and the long, muffled whine it pulls from your boyfriend over you as he squints at the screen.

nagi! cover!

“sorry. lag it’s.. ‘s so bothersome.” another call sounds just as you swallow around him, choking and gagging around nagi’s thick length before his pretty abomden flexes. his thighs follow suit when his heavy cock twitches on your tongue and you hear him hiss with the next few clouded shots before you begin your wet withdrawal.

you pull off momentarily, your eyes fluttering as you take in a shakey breath and he almost purrs as a stray tear trails down your cheek. “are you winning, sei?” you whine before sinking down on him again, feeling spit drip down your chin and your words alone pull another strangled sigh from the striker, one that’s cut off with a garbled whimper when you press back down on his cock so perfectly.

“nah—“ nagi’s voice is still lithe and honeyed when he feels you choke around his cock and you hum out something reassuring around him that makes his abdomen suddenly tighten. his sleepy gaze rolling back before his attention wavers dangerously and suddenly he’s down with a low grumble. “ah, i died.”

but now his attention is on you and he’s dragging his now free hands along your back and shoulders, fingers flexing as he drags lines along the skin before he tuts with the next call from his teammates as they come into view to try revive him.

“this is s-such a pain, g’nna go afk for a bit.”

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[sherashalala]

“Fuck, fuck.” Soap grits his teeth, but he tries not to grind it too hard against his jaw otherwise he might have more problems than simply getting stuck under rubble. 

He heaves coughs when the dust settles to his face. Soap has one hand on his 

“Soap!?” Ghost’s voice is frantic but staticy on the other end of their communications. Soap is almost flattered, the butterflies in his stomach would be fluttering and going insane if it wasn’t already taking a good bit of his attention to make sure that it doesn’t get crushed under the weight of the rubble on top of him. 

Soap is glad he’s using his throat mic now, activated by the vibration of his throat rather than him having to press it every time to access comms. “Still alive Lt.,” he thinks, “Fortunately.” Soap adds, the weight of the debris crushing him– but it’s bearable. He just can’t get out of this on his own.

“Where were you when the building fucken gave in?” Ghost demands. 

“In it.” Soap responds, to which Ghost’s comms pick up a sound of frustrated growling. He hears the sound of gunfire from the other end of the line. Soap’s gut sinks, knowing the implications of this. “”m caved in, and trapped under some fucken’ heavy walls. Which, speakin’ of, we’re gonna have to make a decision ‘bout.”

“What decision.”

“The attention on you is hot.” Soap says. “Exfil won’t be for hours from now and backup won’t be for even longer.”

Soap hears a frustrated sound at the other end of the line. “You listen to me, Sergeant.” Ghost says into the comms, and Soap could hear a heaving sort of breath, suggesting that Ghost has gone a good distance in a few . “Whatever the fuck you’re implying, what you’re thinking. Shut it down.” 

“Ghost–”

“I am not going to leave you, Johny.” Ghost says. “That is final. Do not question me.” Ghost tells him.

And Johnny really is trying to tamper down the hope in his chest– something more than a little bit of hope, even. Something more, something that’s been in there for a long time now. He knows not to hope. It’s against code, to fraternize. While Soap could take a chance at risking his job, risking his position for the chance to mean something to Ghost, he would never risk the latter’s. 

Ghost is making it damned hard to keep this shit down. 

Soap waves those thoughts away. “Better pick up the pace then, Lt., otherwise the only thing you’re gonna get to is a scottish pancake.”

“Stay put. Stay alive.” Ghost says.

“Not looking forward to the paperwork after this.” Soap laughs. “Debrief especially. Never gonna live this down, am I?”

“Worry about one thing at a time, Johnny.”  Ghost says, finally with a lighthearted tone. 

Soap would chuckle if only it meant that he could keep his breath after it. He’s struggling, trying to keep his abdomen solid while he waits. 

“‘Mgonna be waiting for ya.”

“Just sit pretty there.”

“Always am.”

[ceruleanangel]

The Diamond of Zaun- Chapter One

Pairings: Vi x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: Alcohol, creepy old men, angst

a/n: heyy... how y'all doing? .... ik i haven't posted in a few years while, but I decided to finally share the absolute lore of my maladaptive daydreams. This first part is pretty introduction heavy, but the following parts will be more content heavy plus there might be chances for audience participation.

Chapter Two

“Do you think I could ever be popular enough to perform on topside?” you spoke, winding the dial on the old radio, slightly hitting the side of the box, allowing the voice of a woman to flow through the static. The pink-haired girl chuckled and shook her head, trying and failing to wind a white bandage around her knuckles post-fight.

 “Ugh, I’m serious! What do you think, Vi?” you move to sit next to her, thigh pressing against hers as you take her hand in your own and rewind the bandage to properly care for the wound. Vi looks away, thinking, as you finish tying up her bandage, a pout grows on your face as the pinkette doesn’t respond. You’re looking towards the radio before you feel two hands take hold of your face, turning your face to look into her blue eyes, 

“I think you’ll be so popular that everyone will be all over you… but I’ll fight ‘em off!

“...I’ll protect you.”

You smile against her hands, “You promise!?”

“I promise.” 

Current Time

The neon pink of the billboard reflects the wet in your eyes. The figure in the center of the sign stands posed on a stage, with bright glittering eyes, lush lips, blowing a kiss to any passersby who might look up at her image. Her hair and clothes flow about her, as she beckons with one hand, convincing anyone who sees her to join her, to join the party. The neon words on the sign flicker on and off against your face in bright shades of green and pink, until you feel a harsh shove against your shoulder. Crowds of people push past to get to their nooks and crannies of the Underground. You wipe at your eyes and dive back into the crowd, heading to your own dark corner of the city, glancing at the sign one last time,

Come join the Diamond of Zaun at The Last Drop!

Your body moves with the music, weaving in between the tables as the mic in your hand propels your voice all about the bar. Normally the patrons of The Last Drop go about their business, passively listening to whatever entertainment is provided, but not now. Not today. Today, with you on stage, the bar is bustling, tables filled, eyes on you. No one dares interrupt or draw attention from the Diamond of Zaun. 

Your sweet siren voice entrances admirers, while your body moves in tune with the rhythm, your sequined two-piece outfit catching the lights of the club, ensuring all eyes stay on you. You breathe out the last verse of your song, returning to the stage. And now for the time of the night that many have leaked forward to since you stepped on the stage. In between the songs of your set, the patron who spends the most during the duration of the previous song gets your exclusive, undivided attention during your cooldown between songs. 

You step off the stage and grit your teeth, forming it into a smile. You beg and plead to the gods that your ‘guest’ won’t be like the one from your previous performance, a man old enough to be your great-great-grandfather from Topside. Who paid just enough money to have your guards conveniently look away when he breathed his rum in your face and slid his wrinkly hands down your thigh. You followed your guards through the crowd to a table near the back, sitting with some middle-aged man who spent all his current and future wealth to have a few minutes with you. You laugh at all his jokes and flash your winning smile in his direction, asking him to buy you a drink, recommending the most expensive one on the menu, draining every last penny from his wallet. Though, once the well runs dry you blow him a signature kiss goodbye and make your way back up to the stage for the last song in your set. 

You start to move your body, ending the night with a jazzier, slower song. You’re almost done when you glimpse a flash of pink hair from the crowd. Your breath hitches as your eyes flick back to a familiar short, pink haircut, thinking that you imagined her face, and it will be some other rose-haired guest.

But no, It's her. It's Vi.

Her face can be seen as clear as day, the lights reflect off of your dress and into the crowd like a disco ball, placing a perfect spotlight on her face. She looks up at you from the back of the club, a look of confusion, sadness, and disbelief dawning on her face. “What is she doing here?” “I thought she was dead!” “Who’s that blue-haired girl with her?” Hundreds of thoughts and questions fly through your head but a nudge on your leg from your guard brings you back to the present: on stage, in front of a crowd of people who are watching your every move. 

You quickly snap yourself out of it and flash your smile about the crowd, winking at a few to wipe the memory of your mask slip from their minds. You continue the set, adding a bit more flare to your performance to recover from the slip-up, once enough time has passed, you glance back at the spot where Vi once was, to find an absence in her stead. You try to subtly look around, desperate to catch one more glimpse of the girl, finding nothing but disappointment. Despite being frazzled, you finish up the song and bid goodbye to your adorers. 

You make your way to the back of house and walk down the hallway, slightly leaning on the wall as you take off your high heels. You rub at your temples and rationalize what you saw tonight. 

I know she’s gone, there's no possible way for her to be here, so I must have imagined her… but why did I see her so vividly?

Head in your palm, you lean over and push open the door to your dressing room, head spinning. But what really makes your whole world spin completely off its axis, is when you open the door to Vi, reclining in the middle of your couch, toying with one of your sparkly mics.

“Hey, Diamond of Zaun, been a while, hasn’t it?

Chapter Two

[fandomfics]

The Trouble with Love

Part 7

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x John Hancock x Fem Reader

Description: Cooper is punished by his partners

Master List

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

MDNI 18+

Shameless smut

PDA, Public sex, fingering, teasing, cuckolding, use of restraints, unprotected p in v creampie, oral m receiving

Pretty much right to the good stuff.

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He shot me!" Cooper growls from your bed, his limbs are bound and he's completely nude.

"You're fine. Plus, you started it when you punched him and knocked me over!"

"It was an accident! Well, knocking you over was..." He says through gritted teeth.

"What the lady says, goes cowboy." Hancock stands by the open window, watching you intently.

"You need to be punished Mr. Howard." You smirk at him as he writhes on the bed, his cock hardening under your gaze.

You're wearing a little red dress that drives both ghouls absolutely wild, perfect for a night out. You press yourself against Hancock and pull him into a kiss, his hands run over your ass before lifting up the back of the dress to expose it. He smacks your ass hard enough to leave a handprint and you giggle.

You pull away before things get too hot and heavy, "Let's go have some fun." You wink at him before going to the radio that sits on the night stand next to the bed. You turn it on and fiddle with the dial a moment before looking at Cooper, "I've rigged this radio to connect to my pip-boy's mic. Not only are you going to lay here while we go out on our own little date, you'll have to listen to everything that happens." You lean in so he feels your hot breath on his neck before you whisper "you're gonna hear every second of John fucking me." He groans loudly at the thought as you leave his side and make your way to the door with Hancock.

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The Third Rail is packed. Magnolia had invited you to the "grand reopening" of the bar, and upon entering you see she's changed things up a bit. More tables, dimmer lights, something akin to a pre-war club, and it looks like it's paying off. Almost everyone in Goodneighbor seems to be in attendance.

Hancock makes his way to the bar to grab you drinks and you find a roomy circular booth in a cozy little corner in view of the stage. Hancock finds you waiting, and you prompt him to sit first before settling into his lap with one hand caressing his neck while the other holds your drink.

His free hand immediately finds it's place on your thigh between your legs, close enough to cause your chest to flutter in anticipation. His hand kneads your thigh as he sips his drink and you feel your core growing slick at the proximity. As he downs the last of his drink you take advantage of his exposed neck planting several soft kisses. He hums in pleasure and the grip on your thigh tightens. You feel him harden beneath you and a wicked grin comes across your face.

"See what you do to me sunshine?" His voice is husky. You wiggle around on his lap with the pretense of adjusting yourself and he groans.

"Well what are you gonna do about it?" You tease.

His hand snakes further up your inner thigh and you grip him hard in anticipation only to be let down when he moves it back. He allows his fingers to gently caress your legs for a moment before bringing them up to your neck. His touch trails down to your collarbone tracing it's outline, causing you to shiver.

"Don't tease John." You pout.

"You started it." He smirks knowing just how to rile you up.

He pulls you into a kiss as his hand travels down to your breast. A swipe of his thumb across your clothed and hardened nipple sends a delicious sensation running through your core and you mewl into his kiss.

"we should go somewhere a little more... private" you say pulling away to catch your breath

"Why would we go and do a thing like that?" His tone is mischievous, his hand quickly finds it's way between your thighs again, this time finding it's place on your pulsing bud. You squirm at the sensation and bury your face in his neck. The table between you and the crowd mixed with the dim lighting is enough to keep your lower half out of view, but the thought of being caught is more exhilarating than you expected.

"Are you gonna finger fuck me here, with all these people around Mr. Mayor?" You say in mock surprise, your hand is on Hancock's shoulder, ensuring that Cooper hears every obscene thing that happens.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you doll?" His thumb swirls around your clit slowly, "Is that why you didn't bother with panties tonight, hmm?"

"Maybe." You say breathing a little heavier, lightly rolling your hips into his hand.

"What a naughty li'l thing you are." Your breath hitches as he slides his nimble digits to your opening, coating them in your slick. He brings the hand up in front of you to show just how wet you are, he separates the two fingers and the strings that form between them glint slightly in the low light. He licks his fingers clean with a sinful smile.

"Fuck, you taste good."

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Listening to you and Hancock is driving Cooper up the wall, his cock twitches with every word, every moan. The restraints are easy enough to remove, but then he might not be rewarded by the end of the night.

"Spread 'em." He hears Hancock order you, and you must follow it as he hears your breath hitch again, a little moan escaping you.

"So needy," Hancock is clearly pleased by your reaction. Cooper imagines Hancock with his hand up your dress, fingers buried deep in your pussy as you grind against his hand slowly.

"That feels so god damn good John," your voice is shaky, "oh, just like that..." Your voice trails off.

"I want you to cum hard babe," Hancock's husky voice returns.

"I can't, not here. It'll get everywhere..."you whine

"Damn right it will. You don't have a choice in the matter."

Cooper growls in frustration.

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"I'm s-so close." You say grinding your hips harder against his hand.

"That's it sunshine, cum for me." Your legs shake as Hancock's fingers curl inside you, warmth spreads through your limbs and you bite your lip hard to keep from screaming out, though little noises still escape you. Hancock feels your release but keeps going until another rush hits and the front of his pants are soaked.

He finally removes his fingers, cleaning them again with his tongue. "Good girl."

You go limp in his lap, breathing heavily. After a moment you move over to sit next to him normally in the booth. You finish your drink and place the glass on the table, from a distance you see farenheight coming towards your table with a few drinks in her hand.

"No hard feelings?" She places the drinks in front of you, not waiting for an answer before sliding into the booth at Hancock's other side. "Whoa, what happened there?" She points to the wet spot on his pants.

"Just a little spill." Hancock says with a wink. Your cheeks flush and Farenheight rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, no hard feelings," you say quickly trying to change the subject back. "You're a loyal friend, to a fault." There's a little bite in your words, you weren't sure if she knew the severity of the situation and how Hancock had been feeling after the return to Goodneighbor, but you still felt a little twinge of disdain for her actions.

You spend the next couple of hours going between the dance floor, bar, and your booth with Hancock. Interspersed throughout the night are gentle touches, a hand slipped up your dress, deep kisses as he leans you against the wall with hands on your hips.

You keep each other on the edge all night, the anticipation building until you can no longer refrain from taking his hand and pulling him out into the street. You cross into the closest alley and he gets the hint. Once you're out of sight you pounce, pushing him against a brick wall and plastering your mouth to his. Your hands feverishly grasp at his pants, focused on freeing his length from its prison. You keep your eyes glued to his as you get on your knees.

You lead his hands to your head and urge him to use you however he wants. Your mouth opens and you take as much of him in as you can while your fingers find their way between your legs. He groans at the sight and slowly starts to move his hips. You hum in approval and cause him to buck into you hard, a smile in your eyes as he gags you.

When you're a sufficient mess he pulls you up and turns you around, pressing your face into the wall. He lifts your dress and lines himself up with your opening, you're so wet he glides right in. He immediately sets a steady pace, you can't hold the sounds you make back as his member hits just right, and you try to cover your mouth.

"Nah, I want Goodneighbor to hear how good I make you feel." He breathes into your ear snatching both hands and keeping them pinned at your back with one of his. The other hand finds it's way to your breast, this time going under the fabric of your dress.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck-" You're unable to help the wail that echos through the alley as your body shakes with your orgasm, Hancock continues to fuck you through it, his pace stutters before he presses himself into you hard. You feel the hot ropes of cum as he groans and comes to a stop.

"Fuck, that was sexy." Hancock says as he rights his clothing. He turns you around and brings you in for another kiss.

"I guess we should get back to Coop. Wouldn't want his meal to get cold." You say gesturing to your cunt dripping with Hancock's seed.

[darksigns-exe]

heaven in your skin - darius tehrani - f!reader

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader Warnings: Unprotected intercourse, swearing, spit, mentions of bodily fluids, they’re consensually mean to each other Word Count: 3k 

He’s especially vicious tonight. 

You watch as Darius moves around the stage, somehow looking more enraged and on edge than normal. Even from your position on the balcony, you can see spittle fly as his face contorts. The growls and screams sound so much harsher tonight, and he reminds you of a wild animal, something one step away from rabid. You’re not sure what is fuelling this, but you love it. 

The heavy riffs and rapid fire drum beats vibrate through your body. You’re not on that stage but adrenaline shoots through your veins nevertheless. You can’t imagine what it feels like for him up there. Darius doesn’t know that you’re here yet, doesn’t know that you’ve done the four-hour drive just to see him for two hours. It’ll be worth it, though. Knowing him, you won’t get a rosy romcom reunion. Showing up in the middle of a show when you haven’t seen each other for weeks almost certainly guarantees you a curt hello before you’ll find yourself stuffed into some dingy bathroom with him.

Gentle will come when the adrenaline has worn off, but you won’t be here to witness that. You’ll have to head back home way too soon again, denying you the pleasure of getting the soft and gentle side of him. God, you can’t wait for him to be home again. 

As much as you like soft and nice, the both of you prefer the biting scrape of nails on skin over featherlight touch. 

You find your way towards the side of the stage as the band's set comes to an end. You want Darius to see you when he comes off. By now you need him close as can be. Not just because you crave the way his fingers will curl around your throat. You miss him – genuinely. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and your body longs for his touch. 

He stops dead in his tracks when he finally spots you. The smile that works its way onto his face makes you shiver. It's dark, threatening. The way his head lowers, eyes narrowing to fix you like prey. You won’t leave this venue without marks littering your body. 

You barely manage to say hello, before his arm curls around your bicep. Darius drags you into the guts of the venue, barely a word leaving his mouth. You’re sure that you hear a low growl of this fucking skirt through gritted teeth. It had been a conscious choice. You knew that the little scrap of fabric drove him insane. He doesn’t know that you’ve picked out the skimpiest pair of underwear.  

Darius tries one of the doors lining the hallway. He swears under his breath when it refuses to budge, before he moves on to the next, still dragging you behind him. 

“Fuck it.” he grumbles, shoving another door open, revealing a bathroom. 

You scramble into the room behind him, kicking the door shut once you’re inside. 

You watch as he tosses his in-ears and mic pack onto the counter. His back remains turned towards you for a moment longer, and you use the brief moment of silence to gather your wits. 

“Darius.” you speak softly, trying to get his attention.

His hands run through his hair, gripping into it briefly. You know that he’s trying to keep himself composed. His body rises and falls with a deep breath. When he finally turns around, he looks just as wild as before. The ire has calmed a little, but the edge is still there. 

A second later, your back slams into the door. One of his hands tangles into your hair, gripping a little tighter than comfortable. The other moves up the side of your body, searching for purchase.

The kiss is so very far from gentle. It’s rough, all spit and teeth. You moan when he digs his fingers into your side, when he pulls you against him. Your own hands grip into his back and shoulders. The fabric of the overalls stops you from really feeling him. They have to be gone. You need to feel him, more of him – all of him. With desperate hands, you start to wrangle open the buttons. 

Darius’ lips trail across your jaw and down to your neck. Your hands fly into his hair, as teeth scrape against the skin of your neck. The bite isn’t strong enough to leave a mark – you think – but it stings so deliciously. 

Your mind is too occupied with the feeling of his hands on your body. It feels as if he’s everywhere. His hands and lips are all over your body. It’s so much and not enough at the same time. By now, your panties are soaked through, something tells you that you won’t leave with them anyway. 

“Hands on the counter.” he orders, as he drags himself away from you. 

You follow quickly. You can’t wait for what comes next. 

His hand grips into your hip so tightly that you know that you will find bruises there later. Your favourite souvenir. He kneads the supple flesh of your hip for a brief moment, before you’re pulled backwards against his crotch. 

He grinds against you and even through the layers of fabric it’s obvious that he’s rock hard already. 

“Came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” he asks, as his head drops to your shoulder, “God this little thing looks so fucking good on you.” 

His hands roam across your mostly bare backside. Before you can even answer his question, you hear the tearing of fabric. You don’t have to check to know that your panties are ruined. 

“I’ll get you a new pair.” He murmurs against the skin of your neck. 

His teeth sink into your neck again, this time you’re sure that he’s intent on leaving a mark. His body feels heavy against your back. The weight of it comforts the needy edge in your belly. 

You feel dizzy with need. He groans when you push back against him. One of his hands comes to cover your belly while the other dips between your thighs. You’re soaked through, and only when his fingers push between your folds do you realise just how wet you actually are. 

“Haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.” There’s a slightly mad edge to his voice, pleasure already having taken over his mind, “Gonna let me fuck this little pussy?”

“Darius.” You warn. 

“Making demands, sweetheart?” He chuckles darkly, “Don’t think you’re in the position for that. Real fucking brave of you to show up here dressed like this and expect me to not bend you over the next best surface.”

His middle finger circles your hole. It sinks into your heat without much of a warning. You moan wantonly when he quickly adds a second finger. 

He’s rough, merciless as he fucks his fingers into you. With the way he’s wrapped around you, the ball of his hand is pressed perfectly against your clit, sending a steady stream of pleasure through you. He doesn’t falter, even when you cry out in pleasure. Darius knows how much you can take, knows when he needs to check in with you. He’s subjected you to more. Besides that, all you have to do is squeeze his arm twice and everything is over. 

He sucks a harsh bruise into the side of your neck. Sometimes he’d soothe it with a gentle little kiss, you don’t get that courtesy today. 

You’re so very close now. By now, he has three fingers buried in you. You can feel yourself clenching around his digits. You don’t get to wonder if he’ll let you cum like this. The fingers disappear from you before you even get to formulate the thought. 

“Get on your knees.”

You feel him shifting behind you, and you know that he’s undoing the last few buttons on his overalls. After a few deep breaths to centre yourself, you sink down into a squat in front of him. 

“Gonna get me nice and wet for you, okay?” For the first time tonight, you see a little bit of softness in his face. 

It’s a silent check in. You can’t bring yourself to say no, though. As soon as you nod, his hand curls around the back of your neck. 

“Eyes on me, understood?” You nod again, “Open your mouth.”

You do as he asks. Your eyes remain fixed on his, but in the corner of your vision, you can see him free his cock from the confines of his boxers. He groans when his hand wraps around the base. 

“Got me so hard already, baby. All of this. Just for you.” 

The size of him still shocks you a little. You can’t get all of him into your mouth, but the stretch when he buries his cock inside of you is too delicious. 

Darius traces the head along your bottom lip, smearing the precum that had gathered there against your skin. Your tongue darts out without you having a say about it. 

Above you, Darius chuckles, “Can’t wait to get a taste of it, can you? Let's see how much you can take.”

You have to force your eyes to stay open when he begins to push his way inside your mouth. The hand that’s wrapped around his cock, soon joins the other behind your head. 

He stays like this for a moment, another silent question. When you don’t protest he gives just a little bit of pressure. His hands curl into your hair as he pulls you deeper and deeper onto his length. You try to keep yourself calm with slow breaths.

It’s always a lot. 

The head of his cock meets the back of your throat, and that first bit of gag reflex makes itself known. He holds you there for a moment, his eyes fixed solely on yours. 

“God — fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans, head tilting back so deliciously. 

The muscles in his neck flex and shift as he swallows, and you so desperately want to litter his skin with bruises and marks. 

He gives a harsh thrust into your mouth before you’re practically yanked away off him. You know what he wants from you, and so you keep your mouth open. You don’t remember how this came up, but it’s become such a solid part of your game now. You like the degradation of it. It’s filthy, taboo, but you can’t bring yourself to feel disgust when his spit hits your tongue. 

The demanding look on his face tells you everything you need to know. Swallow. 

As soon as your mouth is open again, his cock is pressing against your tongue again. Darius works himself into your mouth for a few minutes. It’s so deliciously rough. You feel used in the way you need it sometimes. 

It’s over all too soon again. You know that your time is limited, and you want him buried inside your pussy as much as he wants it, but a sliver of your wishes that he’d finish like this. 

“Come on, get up.” He says, taking a step away from you, “Hands on the counter.”

You scramble back to your feet. The faint ache in your knees is quickly forgotten when you feel his hands roaming across your ass once again. 

You barely notice Darius searching through your bag. The lube sachet is tucked safely into a zipped compartment, and he lets out a deep laugh when he finally finds it. 

“Came prepared, huh?”

“Knew you’d only want this.” You bite back, “It’s not like I came here to talk.”

None of it is serious. You would have been more than glad to just talk. Sure, chances were high that you’d end up squashed into some bath or storage room, but you hadn’t come here just for this. You’d come because of him and whatever he’d be willing to part with.

The empty packet lands on the counter next to you, before a groan falls from him. Darius smears some of it across your slit, fingers dipping into your hole as if you’d need more lubrication. You know he likes you a little sloppy and wet, though. 

The next thing you feel is the dull pressure of his cock against your hole. His hand is rough on your hip, blunt nails digging into your skin. The first push in almost makes your knees buckle. He takes his time sinking into your heat. A part of you expected him to slam in hard and fast. In a way, you’re grateful that he’s taking his time. The stretch makes your head swim. It’s a tight fit, barely tolerable. The ache will let up in a moment, but right now it’s dizzying.

The cold stone does little to soothe the heat in your chest. Darius adjusts his grip on your waist. His other hand presses down against the space between your shoulder blades. Your hands scramble for purchase. The counter offers little options for you to hold on to though. 

His first harsh thrust shoves you further into the counter. You’ve missed the rough pace, the death grip on your waist as he pistons himself into you. You lose yourself in the pace, in the way his hips smack against your backside with every harsh thrust. You allow yourself to feel all of it, every degrading bit of it. 

Darius’ hand shifts from your back and curls around your throat. He gives a comfortable bit of pressure, before you feel yourself being pulled upwards. You scramble to brace yourself against the counter and just barely manage to wrap a hand around his forearm. His other arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close to him, while the hand around your throat forces you to look at your reflections in the mirror. There’s something wild and animalistic about him, a near crazed look in his eyes that makes you wish that you had more time for this. 

You take your own appearance in. The smudged liner and streaks of mascara that run down your ruddy cheeks. His hand presses against your tummy, making you gasp out loud when he hits that perfect spot at the same time. 

“Look at yourself. What a fucking mess.” The words only push you further towards the end, “Getting close?”

His addition is surprisingly soft, a reminder that this is a game and that he actually cares for you. 

You nod as best as you can with his hand still wrapped around your neck. 

“Good. Gonna fill you up good. You like that, don’t you? Hm?” Darius lets out a low groan, “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Please.” You whine out, “Darius. Let me —”

“Begging for it, huh? You can do better than that.”

By then, you can feel tears welling at the corners of your eyes. You’re right there on the edge and words are so very difficult. The words that fall from your lips after that barely register with you. You’re sure that you’re a babbling, blubbering mess, and that’s exactly what he wants from you. The onslaught of sensations barrels down on you, and you can’t stop yourself from falling over the edge when it finally comes into sight. If it weren’t for him holding you upright, you’re sure that you’d collapse against the counter again. The force of your release makes you tremble. Darius finishes shortly after you, spilling his release inside of you with a groan. His head drops to your shoulder as he gives a few more slow thrusts, before he finally stills. His hand falls from your throat and instead braces itself against the counter in front of you. 

Darius’ chest heaves with deep breaths. Your eyes fall shut, and only now do you realise how wet the insides of your thighs feel now. 

A low, rumbling laugh falls from him, and his arm tightens just a little more around your middle. 

“You’re the devil, you know that, right? Showing up here like this, when I haven’t seen you in weeks?” hearing him speak so softly now make your head reel a little. 

“Thought that you might like a little treat.” you reply just as softly. 

He detaches himself from you almost hesitantly. The goodbye will be hard, and you wish that you could stay for just a while longer. Just until morning. 

“Couldn’t have asked for a better treat.” You watch as he tugs himself back into his underwear and closes the broiler suit back up again, “Wait here, I’ll get you a towel.” 

You give him a nod in reply and wait until the door is closed behind him before you start to go about your little routine. By the time Darius is back, the exhaustion is starting to settle into your bones properly. 

He’s back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, in addition to the towel he promised you. 

You give him a sleepy smile when he kisses your cheek, and you don’t miss the little trace of worry that rushes across his face when you try to hide your yawn. 

“And you’re sure that you can’t stay here until morning? I don’t want you to drive all the way back home like this.” his brow is furrowed in worry. 

“I could call in sick tomorrow.” you suggest. 

“Good.” another kiss to your cheek.

An hour later, you’re crawling into a slightly too stiff hotel bed. The next venue they’re playing isn’t too far away, so they’ll have the luxury of sleeping in a real bed for the night. You watch as Darius removes his sweatshirt and shorts, before toes off his socks. He’s next to you before you have the chance to properly miss him. You wrap yourself around him, one arm slung across his chest so that he won’t get away from you again. You exchange whispered I love you’s are the last thing you hear before sleep takes you over. 

When you wake up in the morning, you’ll find yourself questioning if you should stay for longer. Maybe if you play your cards right, you can work remotely for a few weeks. 

[idreamofhamandcheese]

find the word tag (again)

tagged by @the-stray-storyteller <33

sorry this is so long i cant edit lmao

Wilder: ok i literally wrote a book 2 years ago with a mc with the last name Wilder. So. also this writing is traaashhhh but whatever we evolve

I cleared my throat and leant into the microphone. “This is Delta Foxtrot One, Wilder speaking. We’d like to bribe you to-”

“Woah! Okay.” Wren appeared beside me, pushing himself towards the mic. “Hey, Reggie, it’s Wren. We’re in a tough situation here, and we’re hoping you can help us out.”

“Wren! Man, the screens are blaring about you guys all day here. The hell you do?”

“It’s not important, dude. I don’t wanna get you any more involved than I have to. What’s it gonna take to make the questions not happen, Reg?”

“I don’t know, man,” the guy, Reggie, answered. A hearty sigh shook the speakers. “I could get in a lot of trouble for this. Y’all are criminals. How do I know you’re not gonna blow us all up?”

Wren took it upon himself to take a seat in my captain’s chair. Another strike against him in my book. “Listen, we’re the good guys here, I swear. You know there’s something up with Wright. You can believe it, can’t you, Reg? Just let us through. Nobody has to know. We’re prepared to pay.”

“Look, kid, I like you, but I don’t how how I feel about-”

I bumped Wren out of my seat and grabbed the mic. “Five grand.”

There was a heavy pause. “Deal,” Reggie said.

Empty/ Tight: from current project. very unedited

“Frances.”

From nowhere or possibly hell, Gwen had apparated in front of me. She was wearing the sort of scowl that could burn your skin off and a satiny black dress so tight I truly worried for her organs.

“Gwendoline.” I let Elodie take Lois off into the crowd. Gwen was my dragon to slay. “Can I help you?”

She grabbed me by the arm, suddenly and violently, her deadly acrylics bearing into my skin. I tried to wrench my way out of her death grip to no avail and found myself being marched through the crowd, which parted with the sheer force of her fury, and straight into the women’s bathroom.

It was still loud in there, but muffled, the singer’s pounding synonyms blurring into one. There were a few girls huddled around the mirror, and they all looked up on cue as we entered, mascara wands frozen midair. Gwen pulled me into the empty stall and released me with a force that sent me stumbling, yanking the door locked behind us.

She spun to face me dead on. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I rubbed my sore arm. “Partying?”

“You need to back off my boyfriend,” she said.

I stared at her. There were a lot of words springing to mind, approximately none of them appropriate. “You-- are you saying that you think I want your assface boyfriend?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Frances--”

“Beg to differ!”

“--I know Cal is kind of the hottest guy in school.”

“Gwen, I’m a hotter guy than Callahan Huxley is.”

She pursed her lips. “Look, I don’t really give a shit if you like him, because at the end of the day, he’d never go for you.”

“God, I’m devastated.”

Gleam: from backburner project which is sitting in the abandoned complete first draft phase. maybe ill pick it up again one day idk.

Reza stepped closer. I tightened my grip on my gun, the leather of the holster bearing into my hip. He looked around, surveying the windows above us for prying eyes. He dropped his voice. “Is there somewhere more private we can speak? It’s a rather… sensitive matter.”

I cut my eyes towards his, sharp. “Absolutely not.” I stepped around him, forcing him to turn his back to the wall, entrapping him between myself and the dead end. “This isn’t Claw turf, Ansari. You come to my town, you play by my rules.” Not to mention that there were at least three heavily armed girls in my office at that very moment who would rip a Black Claw to shreds on sight.

He huffed out a staccato breath through gritted teeth, as though he had been struck suddenly. Reza Ansari wasn’t used to being told no. “Fine,” he spat. His countenance was slipping. “We’ll play your way. I want to get out of this shitthole as soon as possible, anyway.” I bristled at the words. Lower Persepolis had a fine membrane of ash that clung to every surface, the water here running a little cloudier and the alley cats more scarred. It was certainly a far cry from the gated Claw estate. But it was my home.

I nudged my coat aside to allow the gunmetal to gleam in the grim light. “Careful, Ansari.”

He laughed quietly, more to himself than anything, and drew his gaze from my hip to his foot. He pulled at the fabric of his trousers, exposing his ankle and the glistening silver blade strapped to it. He let the fabric drop and met my eyes, his lips tugged into a wry smile. “That’s one of five I have concealed on my person. Can we talk now?” 

Bruise: current project againnn

“Tell me about it.” I pulled myself up to standing to meet her eyes. “I--”

I froze.

Those eyes.

I’d seen them before.

Sharp. Darkly intelligent. Smudged with jet-black liner and eyelashes invented for batting. Teetering on the knife-edge spark of life you didn’t get from pictures.

I stumbled backwards blindly, the edge of the well hitting the small of my back hard enough to bruise.

She tilted her head at me, cropped, obsidian curls tumbling like a crawling nest of ratsnakes, the pitch-black ones you found in the canyons back home. The moonlight bounded off her smooth, marrless skin. 

My breath quickened because hers couldn’t.

I was face to face with a dead girl.

The words slithered out of me. “Margot Aoki.”

tags: @calloumii @minutiaewriter @avocado-frog @moondust-bard

Your words: spider, jaw, fang, detective

[yandere-mc-yt]

*taps mic and leans in*

Cryptid!Techno has gnarly brown fur instead of pink, but once he grows more infatuated with his darling it'll become softer and pink to reflect how they make him feel.

[kyber-crystal]

head in the clouds || bradley “rooster” bradshaw

summary: after a mission gone wrong that almost costs you your life, you and rooster get into an argument. said argument ends up revealing more about him than you thought you knew

words: ~1.7k

warnings: mentions of near-death experience(s), allusions to trauma, blood, and angst. this has a vv happy ending tho i promiseeeee. 

a/n: i can’t stop writing. someone please stop me. i need help

They didn’t call you Viper for no reason. 

You struck down your enemies hard and fast, and flew exactly like your father. Some even opted to calling you Maverick 2 rather than your actual callsign. (The real reason for the name was because you’d gotten bit by a snake as a kid, but you elected to forget that moment.)

“Viper, stand down. You’re dangerously close to enemy territory. Start heading back,” Rooster warned. “You have exactly forty-two seconds before you get on their radar and they’re on your tail. This isn’t something you can do alone.”

“I can handle it,” you grunted in reply as you gripped the yoke of the plane, now 100% in control. Adrenaline shoots through your veins and you can’t help but crack a smile. A little turbulence wouldn’t kill you; you’d be fine.

You heard Rooster’s shouts of objection and concern through your mic, but kept going. Today was not the day for giving up and going home early—it never was, and never would be. You were not going to go down without a fight.

You’re determined to prove yourself—to your father, but also Rooster. You’re dead set on impressing everyone with your skill, even if that meant flying into danger. And risking your life in the process.

It was all part of the job, anyway, so what was the big deal?

You’re pulled out of your sea of thoughts by a blaring alarm. The lights dim, and your heart races. What the hell was going on here…

A sudden jolt of turbulence makes you jerk forward in your seat, and you tighten your grip. “Shit,” you muttered a colorful string of swears under your breath. One quick glance up ahead and to your right shows two enemy fighters closing in on you, and closing in fast. 

“Damn it,” you tried to keep your calm as you activate the flares, making a straight climb upwards in an attempt to evade the adversary. “No no no no no, please—”

The controls panel flashed a bright red, and the alarm kept going. “I got hit. I think I lost an engine. They caught me.”

Rooster’s blood turned to ice at your statement. “Viper, you need to turn back now. Can you make it out?”

“No!” you shouted in reply. “I’m locked in. Back and sides. I don’t know if I can m—”

“Viper.” You couldn’t hear what he’s saying as your suffered another hit to the side, and your jet dipped. You were losing altitude and balance and you felt yourself getting lightheaded. “Viper, do you copy?”

“Heading northwest at 430 knots. Increasing speed to 490,” you responded, voice shaking, “Running low on missiles.”

At this point, you’re hanging on by a thread, and staying awake is becoming more and more difficult. You’re able to get a missile lock on the bogey up ahead with seconds to spare. But then your plane shoots downwards, and you start spiraling out of control. 

“Rooster, I need to take them down.”

“No, you don’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “Viper, eject now. There’s no other way out of this.”

“I already got one! I need to take down the other, and then I’ll land this plane!”

“Y/N, listen to me.” Your father comes online, and his voice is stern; commanding. “You need to get the hell out of here and eject. Don’t risk your life more times than you need to. You’ve done your job already.”

“Dad…”

“Y/N. I’m not gonna ask you again—”

The ringing in your ears grew louder and louder. Your head was heavy and all the color drained from your vision. You fell back against your seat.

You barely managed to press the button in time, hands shaking and heart palpitating. Your head hit the canopy as you ejected, and the world tilted on its axis, spots crawling across your vision. 

The last thing through your mind before everything goes black is the clear panic in Rooster’s tone.

You’re snapped back to reality by someone shaking you awake. With blurry eyes, you make out Rooster kneeling over you. Behind him is what appears to be your jet, crumbling as it went up in flames. 

“Y/N, how many fingers am I holding up?”

You squint. “Two…?”

Rooster goes cold. “Three. Y/N, you’re not in good shape. Mav’s on his way with backup. We’re taking you home now.”

“Home?” you croak out. “Why are you here? I’m supposed to be dead.”

“You’re not dead, thank God,” he exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Thank God you’re alive.”

Blood mixes with the sweat and tears on your face, and it looks like you’re crying red rivers of ash. You press a hand to the side of your forehead, and it comes away stained dark crimson. Your head is still swimming, and it takes everything Rooster has not to panic in front of you. You’ve seen enough, and the last thing he wants is for you to see him freak out. Even though he is very much so freaked out. 

“It’s going to be okay, you hear me? It’s going to be okay.” He’s breathing hard, and he’s trying his best to stay calm. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the dark void of nothingness. 

When you come to your senses once more, you’re in the med bay. Across the room from your cot is Maverick slumped over in a chair, mug on the coffee table next to him. He must’ve been here all night. He senses that you’re awake and makes his way over to you. 

“Sweetheart,” your dad starts. “You scared the living daylights out of us.”

“Are they gone?” you question, referring to the bogey fighters you’d encountered earlier. “Tell me they’re all gone.”

“Hangman and Coyote swooped in and handled the rest. The job’s done.”

“That’s good.” You close your eyes and smile. “That’s really good.”

“You suffered a bad concussion, three cracked ribs,” Maverick explained. A familiar look of hurt flashes across his face, and your heart drops. You know that look. “You’re very lucky to be alive.”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard, and try to sit upright. “I know.”

He helps steady you, placing a careful hand on your back. “Easy there. Don’t be so rough on yourself or you won’t recover as fast.”

“Where’s Rooster?” you croaked out. “Is he here?”

“In the hallway. He missed two training sessions since we flew back in with you,” he explained. “Refused to leave your side. I tried getting him to go out but he’s stayed camped out on the floor waiting for you. Do you want to see him?”

You nod. He leaves the room, and comes back a few seconds later with an exhausted-looking Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster’s shoulders slump in relief upon seeing that you’re okay.

He sits down by your side, the bed dipping under his weight. You’ve never seen this softer side of him before and it makes your heart ache in more ways than one. 

“Hey.”

Rooster shakes his head. His voice comes out hoarse. “You almost died out there.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

There are tears in his red-rimmed eyes. “You had a narrow brush with death, and the first thing you ask when you wake up is about how much I slept? Are you serious?”

“Rooster…”

“God forbid you actually got yourself killed,” he breathes out. “I’d never forgive myself for it.”

“But I’m okay, and that’s what matters.”

“No, it’s not okay! You’re not understanding the point here. Your overconfidence almost cost you your life. If you had gotten out of there a second later…” He begins to raise his voice, but trails off as he notices you wince. “...We’d be taking you back home in a body bag.”

“Forgive me for putting myself in danger and being a self-sacrificial brat,” you scoff. “It’s not like I was trying to stamp down the enemy or anything. If I hadn’t been out there when I was, even more chaos could’ve erupted.”

“And would your death be worth a fraction of victory?”

“Yes.”

“My god, you’re insufferable,” Rooster sighs. “It’s unbelievable that you have such little regard for your life.”

“How is my life any of your concern? What does my well-being have to do with you?”

“I can’t lose you the same way I lost my dad,” he finally says, and that’s when it hits you. This is how Goose died—something had gone wrong as he was trying to eject, and he never returned to base. Guilt overwhelms your senses as you realize he must be reliving his worst nightmare all over again—through you. “Y/N…you’re all I have left. And I’d be damned if you leave this world without knowing how I feel about you.”

Your mouth runs dry. “...What?”

“I’ve been put through hell enough times. I’m begging you…please don’t make me go through it again.” Rooster’s voice is cracked and hoarse as he places a hand against your cheek. “At least promise me that.”

You cup his face in your hands, thumbs skimming over his cheekbones. Heaven’s sake…even sad, he looked so breathtaking. “I promise.”

He moves in to close the distance between you and you meet him halfway, lips colliding together. His hands are shaky as they run through your hair, and the kiss is frantic and rushed and in far less ideal of a situation than either of you could’ve imagined. But it’s more than you could’ve asked for, and because of that, it was enough. 

Rooster pulled away to catch a breath, but you pulled him back seconds later and kissed him again. You’re most likely going to lose your breath but you couldn’t care less in that moment. Fate kept you alive when you shouldn’t have been, and it was fate that would bring you back into his giving arms. 

“From here on out,” he holds you tight, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “you’re sticking with me, no matter what.”

“I’m not complaining,” you hummed in contentment. “I’d like that very much.”

tags:  @rentskenobi @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo @valorax @lifeisfullofupsanddownsliveit @sarcastic-sourwolf @ice-mans-world @burnedbrisket @fangirlinc @marveljunkie45 @knowledgefulbutterfly @levis-butterfingers @organabanks @coastingline @skylynch03 @chaoticassidy @hbstre @fantasias-creativebubble @mercury-mae @light-the-moon @winteryoungie @aie1840 @thisismypointofview​ @worldsoldestpizzaslice​ @minivture​ @i-wish-everything-would-be-okay​ @t-stark35​ @thesunsetphantoms​ @danirose-0420​ @thespeeder​ @lyn-lc​

[bonjourtae]

Gaming and cockwarming | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut

↳ Word count: 3k

Summary: When jungkook was playing with his friends online, you needed him more than ever, deciding to cockwarm him whilst he played a game. However, his friends saw everything

↳ Warnings: cockwarming, humiliation, degradation, overstimulation, praise, exhibitionism kink, kook lovesssssss showing you off to his friends, little bit of aftercare :), (tell me if i've missed anything!)

"Stop fucking moving, baby." He gritted through his teeth, muting his mic as he said it.

You were feeling bratty. You needed his attention. Fuck that, you needed all of him right now.

Your boyfriend loved playing video games. He loved them so much, sometimes he would completely forget about you, his girlfriend of nearly two and a half years. Nothing big.

He unmuted his mic, going back to screaming random gamer talk like 'Over there!' and 'Tae! You just got me killed you fucking idiot.' Going back to ignoring you for god knows how long.

You knew he loved you. So fucking much. It's just he was too invested in his games at the moment. And that, that got you bored and left you touch starved.

You tried hiding the faint laugh coming out of you, trying to keep it in as you thought of all of things your boyfriend would do to you after. You couldn't wait until his game was done.

Teasingly, you clenched your walls around his thick cock. You knew you were only meant to be cockwarming him; you weren't even meant to be cockwarming him, it was only because you wouldn’t stop distracting him until you got something.

Jungkook moaned a low 'fuck', inaudible for his friends to hear through the microphone. He muted his mic once again, slapping your thigh and dragging his hand up, almost touching your heat until he pulled it away, grabbing your neck harshly and pushing your head onto his shoulder.

"Do you think I'm dumb? Hm? Don't you think I know what you're doing," He tutted out, "Should I unmute my mic? Tell them how needy my little slut is being? I can unmute it right now if you-"

Grabbing onto his thighs tightly, you whimpered and shook your head, gulping down the ball in your throat, starting to feel rather small compared to your boyfriend, subbing out. You didn't want to be humiliated in front of his friends - at least you think you don't.

He smirked at how quick you had turned into a mushy sub for him, just by him threatening to humiliate you, turning his microphone back on. "Sorry, sorry. Just had to deal with something, y'know."

The way his long, thick cock stretched you out fully, his tip hitting your cervix, throbbing against it, almost driving you insane. Key word; almost. But the fact he wasn't moving, barely showed you any kind of indication he will move soon, did drive you crazy.

"Kook… P-Please…" You practically breathed out, quieter than a whisper, looking back at him, your eyes tearing up from the lack of attention and your hand playing with his hair as your eyes moved from his eyes to his parted lips.

You silently thanked that his camera wasn't on, but you knew he would turn it on right now, just to humiliate you if he wanted.

"He's behind you moron! Oh my god, Jimin and Namjoon you're literally useless at this game!" He screamed out, eyes looking at every pixel on the screen as his fingers pushing buttons and moving the sticks like it was his first time, as you grinded slowly on his dick, wanting some kind of friction. Any kid of friction.

Whimpering, you bit down on your bottom lip as you continued to slowly, slowly grind on your boyfriend. Your mind thinking it might be better he turned his camera on, humiliating you. At least you'd get action.

You felt your slick drip onto his balls, your slick coating his skin, threatening to spill onto his expensive gaming chair.

He whispered out a 'fuck' throwing his head back for a brief second, feeling your juices coat him and your pussy clench around his dick, his breathing turned heavy. It didn't last long though, he snapped back into 'gamer mode' and acted as if nothing happened.

Whilst there was a small minute break in his game, he grabbed your thighs, squeezing them hard. You let out a gasp at the sudden attention, only to have his hand cover your mouth.

Moving the microphone away from his mouth, not turning it off, he whispered into your ear, "Keep it down, baby. You want me to fuck you whilst I play? Want my cock pounding your slutty pussy as my friends watch, huh?"

You shake your head, 'no', secretly wanting him to pound into you, no matter if his friends watch or not. It wouldn't be any different from when Jungkook sends videos to his friend group chat, videos of you sucking him off, him fingering you, him fucking you.

You loved attention. You couldn't get enough of all the attention from his friends, who were also your close friends, after Jungkook sending a video. All their comments praising you, boosting your ego. 'Fuck, she's a filthy girl', 'If you ever break up, the first thing I'm doing is fucking your girl, Kook'.

Jungkook loved showing off what's his. He loved sending them explicit content of you, knowing that no one else will ever get to finger you. No one will get to eat you out. No one else will get their dicked sucked by you. You're all his. Only his.

"Oh, who am I speaking to? Y/n, she's here with me." He cut you out of your thoughts. Thoughts that only made you hornier.

Jungkook placed his headset on your head, moving your hair out of the way as he turned his camera, you oblivious to his action.

You heard a 'oh' sound come from the boys. You heard a bunch of questions. 'How are you?' 'Where's Jungkook?' 'When should we next meet up all together?' Slightly confused, you brushed any questions off your shoulder and said a faint 'hi'.

Jungkook nuzzled into your neck, wanting to smell you, wanting to get closer than you already were. "Don't be shy, baby. You know the boys, right? They sure as hell know you." He laughed out, your face blushing at his words as you remember the latest video you had sent to the group chat; you taking all your boyfriends dick down your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks, face turning red and gagging around his size.

The thought made you unintentionally clench around his dick, triggering Jungkook to groan out. "Shittt, fuck Y/n."

Jin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi halted mid-conversation, Taehyung and Jimin slightly giggling. You were suspicious but you didn't think much of it, they always had their weird moments and so you thought nothing of it.

You were oblivious to the light beaming next to the camera, indicating it was on and showing you sitting on Jungkook. Oblivious to the fact they could almost see Jungkook's dick inside of your cunt; your skirt covering it. Only just.

Without you realising, he looks at the camera, looking at the six of his friends, watching with wide eyes; clocking onto what's happening.

"Let's take this off, baby. You've been such a needy slut, haven't you, hm?" He sighed out, gently pulling the headset off your head, placing it on the table. What you didn't know is the reason he took the headphones is so that you wouldn't hear the boys speaking as they watched him pleasure you.

Thinking he had muted the microphone during the break in his game, you cried out a strained moan as he slithered his hand under your skirt, touching your sensitive clit. You head was thrown back onto his shoulder, your face turned towards his neck; the neck where you were giving him hickeys and soft kisses when you're normally sitting on his lap.

He quickened the movement of his fingers that were circling your clit, only causing you to non-stop moan, your slick to continue dripping onto his balls and now onto his chair. The sensation of it all caused your hips to start moving, trying to get friction as you felt you had been edged a hundred times.

He tutted loudly. "Uh-uh-uh. You're such a needy cockslut, huh? So fucking needy for my dick." He grabbed your hips, keeping an iron hard grip on them and he said nothing but promises and dirty things he would do to you.

"I bet you wanted me to fuck you in front of my friends, didn't you? You like the idea of them getting hard at you being a slut for daddy's dick, hm?" Without knowing, you nodded as soon as he finished the question, still trying to grind yourself onto him.

"Why's that, baby? Why would you like them watching you as I fuck your brains out?" He teased, smirking as his hands was tracing lines up and down your thighs soothingly, moving his chair backwards to have 'more room'.

You almost choked out your answer when his slender fingers came to your clitoris once again, adding more pressure than the last time, his circular motions speeding up. "To show them h-how well you treat - fuckk - how you treat me. How y-your cock fills me up so good. Fuck!"

Your walls clenched around your boyfriends dick, almost spasming around him like when he overstimulates you. You came as the speed was almost too much to take. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, your head was thrown against his shoulder, your legs were trembling, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook’s legs locked in between yours, spreading your ones out, making sure to give his friends a nice view. Making sure they know that he's the only one to make you like this.

"Hold your skirt up, baby. It's getting in the way" He uses the excuse, just so the boys could get a good look of him stretching you out.

Your body was still a little shook from your last orgasm, so you sat there for a moment, trying to gather any sort of 'oomph' left inside of you. When you finally had enough energy, you grabbed the skirt, holding it up high as your boyfriend started moving your hips for you, also thrusting his hips up, meeting your movements.

"So fucking tight. So tight, as if I didn't pound into your tight little pussy on the bed behind us yesterday." He groaned out into your ear, speeding up the pace for the both of you. The way your cum had coated his dick before, left it easy for him to thrust into you as you rode him. It always burned at first, as if his dick were so big it was ripping something inside of you; perhaps you would never truly get used to his size.

Moans, groans, squelching, panting and skin slapping was the only thing heard in the room. Your vison started blurring from so much pleasure, "T-Too much, Kook, fuck."

"You can take it, baby. I know you can. You were so desperate and needy - shit - for my cock. You can't say it's too much now, hm. Take it in like the good cumslut you are. Maybe after I finish my game for good, we can go properly onto the bed? Would you like that, baby?"

All you can do is moan out in approval. You were sure he literally fucked your brains out of you. The only words you knew were 'fuck', 'shit' 'Jungkook'. Nothing more, nothing less.

He sped up, trying to now reach his high. Although he was trying to reach his high, he always put you first; he always made sure that you finish first and enjoy it.

"Ju-Jungkook, I-I'm close, fuck!" You stuttered out, almost embarrassing how you stuttered so much. You couldn't help it though. His dick filled you up so much. Filled you until you could see the bulge in your lower stomach.

He brought his hand to your stomach as you were looking at it. Correction, you tried to look at it. Your head was thrown back and eyes were rolled at the back of your head from the overstimulation. You couldn't help what your body did anymore.

He looked up at the boys reactions as the tip of his dick poked at your skin with every thrust. Jimin was sighing heavily, his boner clear. Taehyung, Jin and Yoongi was palming their boners through their joggers. Hoseok and Jin watching, wide eyed and their boners on display. He chuckled at their reactions; still knowing he's the only one to put you in this state. The only one to pleasure you like this. The only one to hit your spots as good as he could.

Your hands were grabbing onto anything and everything. His thighs, your thighs, his arm, his desk, his hair, his neck as your knuckles were turning white grasping to grab something. The hand he had on your lower stomach, moved lower down to your cunt, his hand grazing over your clit before touching it again, only adding onto your pleasure.

His other hand slipped under your, basically see through, shirt. His hand played with your sensitive nipples, his cock thrusting in and out of you at a speed you couldn't even think about in your mind and his other hand rubbing your clit in circular motions, adding more and more pressure to bring you over the edge - and it did.

Jungkook's thrusts got rougher, harder, and faster, pounding into your dripping cunt, hitting all the right places, sending you into a hard, body-shaking orgasm. You swear you nearly blacked out when your vision went blurry. Seeing stars, your pussy coats his dick with your cum, going on his thighs, balls, and the seat under both of you.

He thrusts went even faster after you came, making you scream from the stimulation of having two orgasms and your boyfriend pounding into you so hard, most likely bruising your cervix, catching up to his high which finally hit, his breaths hard, short, and paced.

His comes undone, shooting his hot strings of cum, painting your walls inside as he still thrusts in and out, trying to lengthen the pleasure for the both of you as he pushes himself as deep as he could, one last time before stilling as his cum still shoots out.

"Fuck, that's it. Take it all, baby. Take all my fucking cum." He moaned out. His moans could make you cum again, but you weren't sure if you had any more in you; you hadn't came that much before. Ever.

Before he did anything else, he leaned forward, his hand coming to grab the computer mouse and moving the camera that showed you and him. All of you. He also made the boys screens bigger, you now piecing together they had just watched all of that.

Your cheeks had never been so red, you hid in your boyfriends neck, hoping you could disappear right then and there. Although you were so embarrassed that you just wanted to be swallowed by a hole in the floor, it started getting your turned on again, getting a glimpse of all of them; heavy breathing, boners, mouths open in shock and eyes glued open.

You would've got up and cleaned yourself but that was physically impossible. You tried standing up to walk away, pulling yourself slowing off his still-hard dick, not aware that your legs were jelly, you had sunk back down onto him as you never managed to get off him complete, moaning loudly, forgetting you have an audience.

"We all missed out on the game. The game all of us had been grinding for at least a month. We missed it all because you were being a needy slut for me, isn't that right?" Jungkook spoke out, cuddling you from behind as you were still sitting on his cock.

You nod shyly, being lifted off your boyfriends cock and being laid on the bed before he walked off into the bathroom.

Jungkook made sure to place you on the bed so the boys could still see your dripping cunt. So, they could see the creation your boyfriend had just made inside of you. You didn't have any energy to care. Jungkook didn't mind if his friends got off on the thoughts of you; he knew that he's the only one who would have you.

"Such a pretty slut. My pretty, pretty slut." He cooed at you.

Every time he complimented you, you felt as if you were some high school girl, getting butterflies even when her crush looks at her. He carefully cleaned you up, laying on bed for a few minutes, cuddling you and whispering the sweetest things into your ear, kissing your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

Not wanting to wake you, he got up, tucking you into bed. He walked back to his computer, putting his headset on, one ear free of his headphone so he could hear you if you needed anything and to make sure he wasn't being loud enough to wake you up.

"Fucking hell, Kook." Taehyung was the first to speak out, hearing 'mhm's' and the others agreeing with his words. Jungkook had a mix of a sweet smile and devilish smirk plastered onto his face.

"Yes, she's my girl and my girl only. I'm glad you think she's as hot as I think she is." All the other boys looked shocked, not wanting to pass any boundaries, worried that Jungkook would think they want you to themselves.

Jungkook chuckled lightly and their responses of them defending themselves. "Well, you're saying one thing, but all of your boners are saying other shit. It's okay. Even if she's the hottest person in the world, no one has ever treated me like she does. That's why I love her." Within an instant of understanding that Jungkook doesn’t care, most of the boys had turned their cameras off and given excuses such as 'I'm going to the bathroom' or 'I'm getting something to eat' but Jungkook knew they were going to jerk off.

He sighed loudly. "Poor, single boys." He chuckled to himself and started playing a game, waiting for the others to come back

[notchesandbullets]

She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

Words: 3.2k

“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore. 

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. 

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs. 

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first. 

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes. 

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house. 

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today. 

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother. 

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him. 

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older. 

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none. 

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying. 

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host. 

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house. 

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back. 

This. 

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met. 

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up. 

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it. 

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left. 

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table. 

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet. 

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world. 

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them. 

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them. 

You wished your own parents had done that for you. 

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone. 

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine. 

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground. 

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times. 

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one. 

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room. 

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?” 

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you. 

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back. 

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her. 

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey. 

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you. 

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done. 

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?” 

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman. 

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say. 

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot. 

Bitch. 

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior. 

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his. 

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew. 

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat. 

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him. 

Just how he liked it. 

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly. 

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all. 

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted. 

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you. 

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

[maggotzombie]

needy ; henry cavill

CONTINUATION: UNTAMED

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You want Henry to pay attention to you but he keeps playing WoW and TikTok give you some ideas. TIME PERIOD: April of 2020 (midst of the rona [covid-19] quarantine craziness); WORDS: 3,2k TW: fluff, teasing, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, punishment. A/N: I’m writing this very late, I know. Also, this is my first take on a few subjects I’m not comfortable with (such as daddy kink and punishment), so bear with me, please!! 🙃 This gif (nsfw) was a reference for this 3,2k smutt lol thanks @could-be-cavill​ for my inspiration. — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

HENRY IS playing World of Warcraft.

Again

He’s playing that stupid game again.

Usually, I’m not bothered by that. He rarely has time to indulge himself with it anyway. But I usually have something to do, too. Well, usually.

This quarantine is lasting an awfully long time and I’ve run out of things to do.

Here’s a list of what I’ve done so far:

I’ve reorganized everything (bookshelves, closet, cabinets, etc.);

Scrubbed every inch of the house to perfection (I still have a few scratches on my hands from the chemicals of the cleaning products);

Kal has never been this well-groomed before.

I’m honestly tired of watching TV and looking at my phone. Actually, I’ve been spending a lot of time on the device lately. All of this because of the persistent and annoying ads of an app called TikTok.

My biggest mistake was downloading it out of curiosity.

It. Is. Addictive. Simple as that.

I sigh softly, twirling a strand of hair on my index finger as I watch my lovely, brawny, and completely fuckable boyfriend from the sofa. He’s talking complete nonsense and sometimes even speaking loudly, with his blue eyes fixed on the screen instead of me.

Kal’s head is resting on my lap and he glances worryingly at his best friend when he raises his voice.

An idea pops up in my head (thanks to the aforementioned app) and I smirk. Henry doesn’t even blink as I place a hand on his shoulder, he’s one-hundred percent focused on that stupid game.

He frowns when I pop my head in between his arms. “What are you doing?” He asks, letting go of the mouse so I can go through. “What’s this?”

I smile, making myself comfortable on his lap while facing him. Finally some eye contact. Without a reply, Henry shakes his head and goes back to the game, adjusting me to not get in his way.

After a minute or two, it seems I’m not an obstacle at all. In fact, Henry is now shouting directly to my ear due to our position. A pout forms in my lips as I reassess the strategy and I nuzzle my face into his neck in thought, making goosebumps flash over his skin.

Oh.

As my soft lips brush against the crook of his neck, more goosebumps rise. Still testing the waters, I graze my teeth at the same spot. Suddenly, my boyfriend is very quiet and I can even hear the people he’s playing with on his headset.

Henry’s breath shallows when I plant a kiss on his weak spot; just below his earlobe.

“Stop it,” He whispers to me as his cock twitches against me.

“I don’t think you want me to,” I move his microphone away from his lips.

I push my tongue into his mouth boldly and I receive an appreciative moan back. I explore his mouth slowly but sensually and I can feel his hard-on starting to growl against my groin.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss and shoots me a warning glare, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I’m here,” He says after adjusting his mic. “Just got slightly distracted.”

Scoffing, I buckle my hips hard against his boner and Henry hisses at the friction.

“Y/N...” Henry whispers warningly with heavy breathing.

In response, I give him a smug smile before attaching my lips back to his neck. I slip my hands under his shirt and my boyfriend groans, contracting his muscles. As my eager fingertips brush against his hard and well-defined abs, my tongue darts out to caress the sweet spot under his ear.

Ignoring his scolding and protest, I take off his headset from his left ear and take his earlobe in between my lips. My man’s breath gets caught up in his throat and his hand grabs my hip to stop me from grinding against his hard cock.

“Fuck,” He curses through gritted teeth.

Confusion takes over his face as I climb down off his lap but then he tenses again when I kneel in between his legs. Hands flat on his thick thighs, I’m able to move it very little towards my goal before Henry grabs my wrists.

He throws the headset onto the keyboard carelessly and gets up from the chair, taking me with him. I giggle in amusement as he pins me down on the sofa, hands above my head.

“What are you doing?” Henry asks in all seriousness.

“I’m bored!” I say honestly, looking into his eyes with mischief. “Play with me!” I pout and open a smirk at his expression.

“I’m busy right now,” He points out and I ignore it by trying to kiss his lips. My boyfriend moves his head away from my reach and gives me a stern look. “Wait for your turn, kitten,” Henry says.

“Since when do kittens do what they’re told to?” I ask, raising my knee to rub against his crotch. “They do whatever the fuck they want to,” I purr, watching his concentration faltering for an instant.

My boyfriend blinks and shakes his head before growling. He pins my leg down with his knee and applies more of his weight on my wrists, making it a bit uncomfortable but without hurting me.

“This kitten will obey. Otherwise, daddy will punish her later,” Henry provokes back but it makes me all tingly.

“Hmmm,” I hum, trying to reach him once again. “How about now? I misbehaved, right?”

“Later,” He says pointedly.

Before I can say or do anything else, Henry lifts his weight off me and moves away. I sit on the sofa to see him sitting back in front of the computer, completely ignoring me.

I hiss at him, just like a cat, and he throws a smirk my way while putting his headset back on. Pissed off by the rejection, I get up and leave the room. By the time I reach the stairs to the second floor, I can hear the shouting about the game resuming.

First, I jump on our big bed and just scream my frustration on a pillow. Eventually, I lie onto my back and stare at the ceiling pondering what to do next.

I’m SO bored.

Then I strip down and get into the bathtub where I watch even more TikToks. Thirty minutes later, after the water got too cold, I step out of it and wrap a towel around my body. I am about to carry on my daily routine when another idea provided by the beloved app pops into my head.

Ignoring the fact that I’m leaving small pools of water at each step I take, I walk down the stairs. Henry is exactly where I left him: on the stupid computer, playing the stupid game and shouting stupid things to children.

Ugh!

He doesn’t acknowledge my presence as I stand at the foot of the staircase and I open my towel. Nothing yet. I remove it completely from my body and I’m still invisible. Praying for some good aim, I throw the wet towel at him.

I call it a strike as it lands on top of his head. Huffing to gather some patience, Henry takes the towel off of his head and slowly turns to look at me. From where I’m standing, I can see the change in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he closes the game and throws the towel onto the floor. He’s up from his chair and sprinting towards me in a heartbeat. I turn hot on my heels to run upstairs, but my boyfriend’s arms wrap around my waist as I’m about to climb the second flight of the stairs.

“Nuh-uh,” He says against my ear, trapping my body with his against the wall. “You wanted my attention,” He continues and I can feel his hand shuffling something on my lower back. “Now you got it.”

My hands struggle to find something to grab and I lose my breath as Henry plunges into me without so much as a warm-up nor a warning. He groans at the sensation of my walls squeezing him angrily and pulls my arms to my back, locking it so I can’t move.

“Ah! So tight, baby girl,” He whispers without moving.

I don’t reply and it makes him grab my face by my jaw and turn it to the side. Nuzzling my temple, he produces the sexiest sound ever into my ear.

“What happened? The cat got your tongue?” His baritone voice hits a new low.

I clench around him. “Jesus Christ, Henry,” I breath out, wiggling my backside towards him and inciting a new moan from him. “Touch me,” I plead.

“Where, kitten?” Henry asks, letting go of my arms. “Use your words,” One hand travels down to my clit while the other grabs my left breast. “Here or here?”

First, he toys with my nub, making me get wetter. Then, he squeezes my boob and pinches my nipple. I moan, pressing my forehead against the wall. Each move gives me different waves of pleasure, both very welcomed and appreciated.

“Kitten?” He calls when I don’t reply.

“Y-Yes,” I reply, already weak resting my head back on his shoulder.

“You’re such a tease, but it doesn’t go beyond that, huh?” My boyfriend chuckles, calling me out.

“Baby, please,” I whine, clutching to his wrist.

Chuckling slightly again, he nuzzles his face into my neck and starts to toy with my clit. Slowly, Henry starts to bulge his hips against mine, making both of us moan. His hand comes down from my boob to squeeze my hip as he intensifies his thrusting and the movement of his hand.

In a swift move, he peels off his shirt, discarding it to the ground. I take the opportunity to move my hips at my own pace now that he doesn’t have his hands on me. But his strong grip returns to my hips and I see stars at the speed of his thrusts.

The obscene sound of our bodies fills the house along with our lewd moans. My boyfriend slows down when I rest my head back against his shoulder, eyes screwed shut as little spasms start to run over my body.

“You take my cock so well, baby girl,” He says against my temple, breathing heavily. “You like my big, fat cock tearing you apart, don’t you, kitten?”

My lust-filled brain can barely register the question as his throbbing cock gently caresses my G-spot. However, a loud and tingly smack on my right ass cheek startles me, prompting my wrecked neurons to put together a reply.

“I fucking love it,” I say through gritted teeth, raising my head and glancing at him over my shoulder. “Go faster, daddy,” I moan and bite my lip. “I want to come all over your delicious cock.”

Henry’s eyes darken by my request and he grabs my jaw, crashing his lips against mine. Our kiss is a bit rough, tongues battling for control until he pulls my bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll regret interrupting my game,” He tells me.

The excitement of his words gives me chills and I chuckle with mischief. “Do you promise?” I glance at him seductively, my teasing self returning to the game.

“Cross my heart,” My boyfriend reassures me, one of his hands sliding back down in between my legs. “Are you ready?”

The question is ignored as my brain is reduced to mush once again. More than before, my legs spread apart and my ass is up in the air for easy access. All of that balanced in my tiptoes that are becoming numb by now.

My pussy clenches around his cock as he massages my clit and restarts to pound into me senselessly. I moan, feeling my orgasm close. Henry groans louder, throwing his head back as his hips crush against my ass, the slapping sounding immoral and loud like both of us.

His hands finally give some attention to my boobs, kneading both of them. Like an expert, he teases my hard nipples, making me shiver from pleasure and I reach down to rub myself as I feel the first sparkles of the orgasm.

Lips come in contact with the sensitive skin of my nape and I start to lose it. “Oh, my God,” I breathe out, rubbing my clit faster. “D-Daddy,” I stutter as my toes start to curl up.

“Yes, kitten. Come all over daddy’s cock,” Henry growls into my ear, fucking me harder.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, completely out of breath. “Ah!” My moan reaches a note higher when he takes over and starts to rub my clit again.

Both his hand and hips move at an absurd fast pace and I literally see stars, coming hard on his cock. My legs buckle and Henry catches me before I fall without stopping his movements. My pussy clutches him so hard that I bet he’s gonna come anytime soon.

“Aaaah! Shit.”

My eyes are screwed shut and I squeeze my thighs together. It makes my pussy tighter around Henry’s girthy shaft, making him moan, but he still doesn’t stop thrusting hard into me nor rubbing my clit. I try to move his hand away just to fail miserably.

“Come on, kitten,” He pants, holding me against his body. “I know you can do it.”

“Oh, Henry!” I nearly shout as all my muscles tense up before becoming jelly.

I come once again and my thighs feel wet. Henry finally slows down his thrusts before sliding out of me. I feel the bliss of the orgasm and, if it weren’t for his strong arms secured around my waist, I’d fall to the ground.

“You did so well, baby girl,” My boyfriend praises me.

I try to catch my breath and rest my head against his chest. “Did you come?” I ask, feeling his hard cock on my lower back.

“Not yet,” He squeezes my overly sensitive boobs.

“What?” I frown, exhausted. “What is this?” I ask, looking at the water pool on the floor that I stepped on.

Henry chuckles, feeling amused by my confusion. “You squirted, kitten,” He explains.

This surprises me. “Seriously?”

I have never done this before.

“Yeah,” He muses, balancing my weight in between his arms. “Come on,” Henry says, nudging me to climb up the stairs.

“I can’t walk,” I giggle, looking up at him from over my shoulder.

His brow is furrowed as he looks down at me with his attentive azure eyes. Then, Henry flips me around and picks me up like a doll, throwing me over his shoulder. I gasp at the slap he lands across my ass but he quickly makes it up by spreading kisses on my thigh.

The air is knocked out of my lungs once again when he throws me onto the mattress. I look up at the Greek God boyfriend that I have and smirk, running one foot over his torso. He pushes my leg down and hovers over me, taking my lips possessively in a heated kiss. I moan into his mouth and my hands slide down from his back to squeeze his ass.

However, Henry takes both of my hands and pins it down above my head. “Keep it there,” He orders. “Do not move it.”

Biting my lips, I nod while looking into his eyes. In a swift move and still pinning my hands above my head, he flips me on the mattress. A quiet squeal followed by a giggle escapes my lips and I wiggle my ass, adjusting myself in the new position. Henry kneads my butt cheeks as I feel his lips on my back and I sigh, feeling the familiar chill running down my spine once again.

He goes lower and lower until he isn’t holding my hands anymore. Bending my knees slightly, my boyfriend makes me pop my ass up, exposing my pussy to him. I let out a long and obscene moan as I feel his mouth latch onto my very sensitive core.

Henry’s tongue is merciless. He devours my pussy, licking all my juices and flicking my clit with expertise. My hands clutch at the comforter in pleasure and I moan at the vibration of his groan, pumping himself while eating me out.

“B-Baby, I’m gonna…” I start, feeling the wonderful sensation building up again. Henry simply hums and starts to massage my clit with his thumb. “Fuuuck,” The shaking begins and, in a matter of seconds, I come hard on his mouth.

Another appreciative moan comes from my man while he licks me clean. This time, he has to hold my thighs tightly so I don’t move.

My breath is rapid and I’m still feeling the aftermath of my third climax when Henry pushes into me. I instantly clench around him a bunch of times, my walls too sensitive from the intense activity it's experiencing.

“Fuck, kitten,” Henry moans into my ear, lying on top of me. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

I try to say something, but my brain is so overwhelmed by now that I can’t put together a simple phrase. And, if it was bad before, it gets worse as he starts to thrust. He picks up the speed quickly and, once again, the slapping sound of his hips hitting against my ass echoes in the room.

Henry’s moans and panting in my ear are way too much to handle and I’m coming into his cock almost right after he began ramming into me. He slows down, prolonging my fourth orgasm and adding more fire to it by nibbling my earlobe and reaching down to rub my clit.

I can’t close my legs because one of his is right between mine, but I try my best. My eyes nearly get stuck on the back of my head as I come yet again. All my muscles feel sore from tensing up and relaxing repetitively and my throat hurts from moaning.

When I think I can’t take anymore, Henry tenses above me, his thrust becoming irregular and rougher. He moans, a very dirty moan, finally coating my walls with his warm, thick load. A few more pumps and he eases out of me, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek before he rolls off me and crashes to my side.

My body is too exhausted to move and I just stay in the same position he put me in, trying to regain my breath. Aftershocks still make my limbs tremble then and there and I feel numb.

“That was awesome,” Henry says, trying to catch his breath too. “Baby?” He asks when I don’t say anything. “Are you okay?” His hand feels cold against my skin.

“You’re a pussy destroyer,” I breathe out with my eyes closed, making him laugh.

“You squirted again,” My boyfriend points out, feeling very proud of himself.

“I figured I would,” I say, trying to move only to moan at the discomfort coming from between my legs. I end up rolling to the side, resting my back against his chest. “I won’t be able to sit for days.”

“That’s what you get from interrupting my game,” Henry says playfully, squeezing my boobs.

“Oh, I’ll do that more often, then,” I tease, making him laugh again.

[lilykenz]

Round 1 ❥Kenma x f!reader

❥ Word Count ~ 1.6k

❥ Warnings ~ ⚠️ 18+, smut, female reader, edging, mention of alcohol, kitten play, dd/bbg.

❥ Summary ~ You’re visiting Kenma’s house for a fun hangout, yet things change -very- quickly when he catches your admiration.

❥ This is my first one-shot with the ‘you’ perspective! Please be gentle!!! Do not repost anywhere but I do appreciate reblogs <33

“YES! HAHA! New high score!!!” Kenma roared.

The shout made you jump in your seat and jostled your attention from your switch to him.

Kenma pushed himself with his upper body away from the computer desk and slid the rolling gamer chair back. With one movement, he unfolded his legs (which had been at his chest) and hopped to his feet. This guy really sat in weird positions while tending to his hobbies. Some of which made -your- back ache in protest. How’d he do it for hours at a time?

“We should play a round next!” He strained out in that cute higher pitch he gained when he stretched.

Was he talking to his friends over the mic? Or to you??

The heaviness from your handheld sat in your lap. Muscles flexed beneath the sleeves of his baggy black hoodie. It happened again when he brought those arms forward, pulling his hoodie tight at the back. The nape of his neck clenched just before he rolled his head. Long black hair faded to dirty blond messily draped over his shoulders, which was pulled back in a loose bun.

Damn..Long hair like that easily gets tangled up in a fist…You could hear your heart beginning to race and mind slipping into what you called “the gutter” all too often. A familiar heat swelled beneath the handheld, causing you to wiggle in your seat in a desperation to quell the discomfort.

He leaned forward, the tight denim jeans he wore hugging his calves, thighs, and ass. The world slowly tilted sideways while you watched. A pair of golden feline eyes glinted over his shoulder at you. But your mind continued to roam. Your breathing quickened and came out in soft little huffs. Did he absolutely -have- to have clothes on??

“Tch. Perv”, you caught him muttering when he placed his controller down with a clack on the desk. He turned around, his expression stern and unamused.

Uh oh. I know that look. You tried to swallow and bit your dry lower lip. Kenma was no longer in his normal playful mood. Flicking his nose with his thumb, he sniffled and glanced off to his left. Your gaze slowly followed to the right and stopped at the wide open door.

The arcade room door slowly shut and you watched as Kenma’s right hand stayed on the knob. His left hand fanned on the frame for support. The muscles in his back were again visible when he hunched forward against the door. A big sigh sounded before he straightened his back and casually turned to face you. One finger wagged with a tsk noise.

His walk possessed confidence with a stroke of sass. A nervous tension rose within you, as did something else. Your legs fidgeted together to hide the growing ache. Last time and the first time, Kenma had been so shy. So gentle. You could have sworn somewhere in the slew of your regular texts over the past week that he was going to try something. Something new.

And the vibes he was giving off were -definitely- new.

Kenma picked up the controller he had previously placed on the desk, opened a game, turned the stick to where the vehicle he controlled rammed against a wall, and left it idle. He straightened again and cleared his throat, the look on his face unreadable. But his eyes. His feline gaze shook you. It wasn’t a look of gentleness. Quite the contrary…

“Do you remember last Wednesday night?” His words purred into the silence and made you shiver.

You shook your head slowly, wracking your brain for evidence of what might have happened that night. The only thing you remembered was having too many daiquiris. And texting Kenma. You remembered the action of doing so, but your words were lost in a big drunken blur. A big swallow was your answer aside from your denial and you could feel your heart beginning to race. Shit! Shit! What the hell did I tell him???

A soft purring noise sounded when he approached your chair. He’s…he’s purring?? Kenma squinted down at you, mischief clouding his golden eyes. Slowly, he lifted and placed the switch off to the side of you. He then grabbed hold of the edge of the chair with his right hand. A grin spread across his face, loosening a few bang strands.

“Need I remind you, kitten?” His words hung on a low growl while he hovered over you.

“Wait…Kit-“ you began to say, but the words were lost in a squeak of surprise. The controller vibrated against your lower thighs. All you could do was pant out nervously, feeling your face heat up. You shot a look of desperation up to meet his, only to be met with hunger. Prowess. Possession. The vibrations continued further along the crease between your thighs.

Warm breath tickled your ear, “wait? Oh no. You’re a -good- kitten, remember?” The name calling was enough to make you melt, but paired with the praise, you couldn’t help but whimper. You didn’t have to see his face to hear the grin and scoff in response to your reactions.

The cruel handle of the controller hovered just above your clit. Layers of clothing didn’t matter. Your thighs clenched together from the sudden jolt of pleasure. A gasp followed by a whimper hung in the air and your lips began to quiver behind your shaky breathing. Kenma slipped his warm fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up in place. Soft lips just barely brushed against your own.

“Uh-uh.”

The controller pressed harder against your swollen heat and up into you. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged through your shaking body and you couldn’t help but gasp, moan, and whine. He edged the controller down into the crease of your thighs, making your legs spread. A purr of approval sounded from his throat.

His waist rocked just inches from your view past his gaze. A tent formed beneath the taught denim. Pulsing. Throbbing. You reached out to assist when another pang of pleasure pressed against your damp folds. Your grasp found the bagginess of his hoodie, instead. More whimpers and moans sounded out from your parted lips against his. There came a soft hum from them as he chuckled.

“I could listen to these sounds of yours all day. You’re such a good kitten. Daddy approves very very much.” The words were like a drug of ecstasy.

Gawd. Fuck. Daddy???

The title whispered just barely beneath your breath against his mouth. Something warm and wet traced the contours of your lips. Another surge washed over you. The controller dipped then rubbed up and down your pussy in between your trembling legs. It was too much. You couldn’t last another second.

The vibrations pulled away for just a moment and you caught a growl with the delicious taste of his breath on yours. “Uh-uh…Finish when I want you to.”

His words were like velvet. His stare held you captive. You needed him so badly and yet he just continued to edge you on. Each time you came close, he’d pull away. Soft whimpers replaced your exhalations. His head would tilt up each time just barely and the creases of his full lips would curl. Sounds of indulgence of his own trickled into the air. Kenma was getting off without even touching himself.

“Say it, kitten.” He commanded lowly, the velvet thick enough to send shivers through you.

One end of the handle pressed roughly against your clit, the other against your folds. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Pleading cries answered him.

“Oh? Please? Please what, kitten??” His words sounded through grit teeth and his body began to show signs of strain.

“Please, daddy? Let me finish. Please?? Please please please” you begged. Fuck your pride.

A sexy grunt sounded after a chuckle. Kenma’s lips pressed to yours; that slender tongue exploring the confines of your mouth. Claiming them. It wrestled with yours. The vibrations pressed into your sex. Rubbing.Teasing. Kneading. Your breath shortened into quick pants. Trembling in desperation, you hesitated for a moment. Your hips began to sway into the controller a few times. Just a little more. Your thoughts imagined the tool being something else. Him. All of him. You needed him. Your body tensed and a bout of cum coated the fabric of your panties.

Hums of approval egged you on when he didn’t move the controller. With each wave of pleasure, your grip on his hoodie tightened. After the third time, the vibrations at last ceased. Yet the ghost pleasure remained while your pleasure-high receded.

“Goood girl” he purred between kisses, “fuck”, the end of the curse emphasised. He pulled away and with it, your lower lip, when he bit on it and tugged. A sly grin etched on his face as Kenma stood up straight, peering down at the sight of you.

“You’ll have to come over again. Maybe for dinner, a movie, a game or two. I can show you a few tricks.” He laughed at the possible dual meaning behind the last comment.

His glance followed yours and he lifted the black hoodie to further reveal his taught jeans. A blush coloured his cute fake-shocked expression when he met your gaze again.

“Yes! You did this. I might let you take care of it next time. We’ll see, kitten. In the meantime, Daddy has a meeting in a few minutes about the next online tournament.” He turned around and sauntered back to the door, taking the controller with him. He wanted you to notice the arousal in his step. The tease.

As soon as that door opened, his demeanour changed a little. He was back in his normal, playful mood. Back to cutting up with his online friends. You slumped down into the chair cushion, trying to catch your breath. A feline stare squinted back over his shoulder at you. You tensed. Then he winked.

[wornoutmouse]

Day 10: Breath Play

Warning choking

Finding out Hizashi had a choking kink was purely an accident. You knew that he was hiding something from you once you noticed that he never came anytime you two were having sex. But whenever you tried to finish him off after you've came, he would change the subject. Yamada please!" you beg taking hold of his cock relishing at the way his breath hitched.

"I'm fine Y/N, what about you, are you okay? I went really rough." And that would be the end of the conversation. The way you found out was unconventional as well. After an especially chaotic villain attack, Hizashi was tired and you wanted to do something that made him feel good. He was against the idea at first saying, all he needed was to cuddle with you but he could see you were determined. So here you were riding him softly still after you had come 2 times and him none.

As you lightly bounced, you internally screamed as your legs were burning from the amount of time you had been up there. You could feel tears well up in your eyes not only from overstimulation but from your own frustration at not achieving your goal. Hateful thoughts swirled around your brain. They varied from, "Maybe he's messing with me, Maybe he has a high sex drive, Maybe I'm not good enough."

Alone in your thoughts, you accidentally let a small tear slip down your cheek and onto Hizashi's chest. Feeling this, Hizashi immediately halted your hips. Hey, what's wrong sweetness?" his warm hand came up to caress your face while the others halted your hips preventing you from even trying to avoid the subject.

You shook your head and Hizashi frowned, he's known you for a long time and you don't just cry out of nowhere. "It's nothing." you tried to start again but Hizashiś grip wouldn't allow you. "Don't lie to me princess." he coos making you want to cry even more. You wipe your face of tears with the back of your hand and look at him.

"Tell me the truth Hizashi, do I not arouse you anymore?" you ask preparing yourself for the worst. Hizashi's green eyes widen at your bold question. "Why would you say that?" he asks his grip on your hip becoming almost painful. "It's just that, I can never get you to come Yamada." you whine feeling the tears make their way back. Hizashi's heart broke as he watched your plump bottom lip tremble.

"It's not that sweetie." Hizashi starts but he can't seem to make eye contact as his face turned red from some form of embarrassment. "Just t-try again okay, I promise you I'm close." You look at him for a while before rocking your hips again.

Soon you had another orgasm and you trembled as you felt high coming down yet Hizashi still has yet to show any sign of being close. Yes he may be breathing heavily and sweat had accumulated on both of your bodies, but there were no significant signs of him being close at all.

At this point you were annoyed as you frowned down at him trying to go harder. With a growl you gripped Hizashi's neck and squeezed the sides, "Stop lying to me Hizash- before you could finish your sentence, Hizashi's hips bucked randomly out of sync and you were suddenly full of warmth. Hizashi threw his head back with a high whine similar to the one you made whenever he would tease you for long periods of time. His eyes were rolled behind his head and the grip on your hip was searing most likely from broken skin.

None of this mattered as you watched your boyfriend have the orgasm of his life. 'Is that what it is?' you think to yourself. Just to be sure you bounce again and squeezed a little harder. "F-Fuck no Y/N t-to much!" he cried out keeping your hips still. You slowly slide off of him and begin to stroke his hair as you watched his eyes gaze into nowhere. "Yamada.. are you with me?" you ask hesitantly.

Hizashi's eyes trailed over to you as they began to register what they were seeing. As if a switch was flicked Hizashi got up from the bed practically pushing you over as Hizashi pulled up his black sweats and dashed to the closet to grab a jacket. "W-Where are you going?!" you ask following him to the door. His face had become as red as a tomato and for once you couldn't make out the words coming out of his mouth as he muttered to himself. "I'll be back." he replied not looking back at you as he slipped out the door. You stood there in the walkway in silence trying to process what you had just witnessed.

Hizashi didn't come back that night. In fact, he didn't come back till 12 in the morning the next night. You watched as you sat perched in a chair near the closet as he tried to tiptoe to your shared bed. "Where the hell you go?" you asked watching him jump as he turned to where you sat. "Hey, babe, shouldn't you be sleeping?" you rolled your eyes and glared at your boyfriend.

"You were gone, for two damn days, leaving right after sex like some sneaky link, and you expect me to just let it slide!" You walked up to him and prodded his chest suddenly wishing you were taller. "What were you gonna do if I was sleep huh? Get in the bed but be gone once I woke up?!" you could feel the waterworks coming and you cursed yourself for being a crybaby.

Hizashi grabbed your hand and sat on the bed bringing you in between his legs as he hugged you, burying his face in your chest. "I'm sorry." you could hear muffled through the fabric of your shirt. You didn't want to forgive him quite yet, "Sorry for what?" Hizashi buried his face further in your chest. "Sorry for leaving so abruptly."

Hizashi looked up at you, face once again red. " I was just nervous about how you could react." you raise your eyebrow. 'React to your choking kink?" Hizashi wouldn't meet your eyes so you had to take his face into your hands. "Baby I don't care about what your into. I just don't like it if I'm the only one feeling good."

Hizashi sighed into your hands turning his head to place light kisses on your wrists. "I was too embarrassed to face you."  Hizashi wrapped his slender arms around you and pulled you towards them by gripping your ass firmly. You push him back onto the bed and straddle him. "But don't you think you deserve a punishment since you lied to me for all this time?" Hizashi raised his eyebrow with a smirk as if daring you. You lift his shirt up and kiss his neck lightly before moving up to his lips to plant deep kisses onto them.

You trail down licking his adam's apple as you pass it making him sigh as he tilted his head back. You reached up behind his head to undo his bun and watched as his golden hair cascaded down his back. Reaching in between the two of you, you palm him through his sweats making him sigh. Trailing your lips down to his peck giving his nipples experimental licks making them harden.

Hizashi not appreciating the slow pace, flipped you two over and looked down at you. His eyes green as emeralds now resembled that of a predator stalking his prey. "Is this my shirt?" he asks tugging you the long graphic Tee you were wearing. "You left and I missed you." you out moaning as he took your plump lips in between his teeth tugging on them. "As fun as this slow shit is princess, I think we should get this show on the road."

Going onto his stomach he opens your legs and buries his face in your warm heat sighing slightly making your moan from the vibrations. Tucking your panties to the side, he wastes no time lapping up the juices you started to secrete, moaning at the heavenly taste he was receiving on his tongue.

Pulling him up, you bring him in for a kiss tasting yourself on your tongue which should have been disgusting but you didn't care. "Fuck me Hizashi." you gasp not in the mood for foreplay. Hizashi smirks but nods, "Look who's impatient now!" You flick his nose and he playfully sticks his tongue out at you.

Getting footing at the edge of the bed, he holds his member against you, sliding it back and forth between your folds in order to lube it up with your slick. "Baby are you sure? I can still go get some lube" You glare at him through your lidded eyes and he nods finally getting the message.

You groan at the painful stretch you feel but you were so desperate, you start humping anyways. "Fuck Y/N." Hizashi moans as he watches you do most of the work. "I want to be on top." you say getting up to straddle him. slipping his long cock back inside easily.

You bounce not giving him any time for objection. Hizashi grits his teeth as he watches you bounce marveling at the way your chest bounced. Throughout the room, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping together.

You could feel yourself getting closer so you reached down and securely wrapped your hand around Yamada's neck pressing gently into the sides of his neck. "Crap!" Hizashi sputters planting his feet on the bed so he could meet your thrusts. "Is this okay?" you ask through your gasps. Hizashi shook his head, "Harder." You squeezed his neck harder.

Mic moaned loudly surprising you, "You really must like this Mic?" you say tauntingly, "Because for once your quiet Zashi!" you gasp as Hizashi slaps your ass and thrusts harder reaching your deepest place. That was enough to push you over the edge as you arch your back as your needy cunt clenched around his dick.

The change in tightness made Hizashi's thrusts stutter and his eyes roll behind his head as he comes deep inside of you, filling you up so much you could almost feel his cum leaking out. You held on for a little longer and let go when you say the start of his skin turning red.

You had no energy to get off so you just slumped over him cringing happy for once that he came inside so you wouldn't have to deal with laying in your own juices. "Thank you for not judging me." Hizashi mumbled. You layed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as you swirled a finger on his chest. "Well next time I get to peg you." Hizashi snorted, "Don't push it."

[honeypirate]

Training Exersise

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Second year of UA

Readers quirk is working with energy, when it’s used it it looks transparent purple and sparkly. Unless they are using it see surroundings then it looks like ripples in the air.

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When Mr. Aizawa called out the pairs for the first training exercise of the semester you cursed under your breath. God damn it. GOD DAMN IT. of course you had to be paired with Lord Explosion Murder. The one guy that just irked you. The one you couldn’t get along with since you met him when you transferred to the hero course end of first year.

You sent a glare towards Mr Aizawa and he laughed, he LAUGHED and it made you even more annoyed. “Oi. Nerd. You’re lucky to be with me” he says as he walks up behind you. You scoff and roll your eyes “let’s get this over with” you stalk off towards the west side of the arena where you were supposed to wait until you heard the signal that the battle started. The whole class split in pairs will be going after the same golden flag hidden somewhere in the middle of training ground beta. 

“What is our strategy? and I swear on your life if you say your only plan is to” You do air quotes with your fingers “ “kill” and “blast everyone” else away then i’m going to sit my ass down on the ground and not help at all meaning you’ll automatically fail because of lack of teamwork”  he barks out an angry laugh “you’re such a pain in my ass I should break your fingers. The biggest extra of them all” you glare at him as you reach your mark “you’re on thin ice Bakugou” you say through gritted teeth and he rolls his eyes. “We’re going to work together dumbass,  but most importantly you’re not going to get in my way” you just laugh and fold your arms, looking down the street as you wait for the signal. 

Once Hizashi’s voice sounds through the speakers you both are off, he’s pushing himself faster with his blasts and you’re keeping up with him with your energy blasts from your palms, you’re sending out little energy pulses that show you the inside of every building, much like echolocation, “The building with the mirrored windows a couple blocks away ” you say just as Kirishima and Mina come out from the side, going to attack you both “thanks for the tip!” Mina says as she sends her acid towards you, you put up an energy force field sending it back at her along with a few micro blasts, they hit the wall behind her, it comes down on top of her and before she can melt her way out you send an energy blast at her head to knock her out. When you turn back around Bakugou has Kirishima knocked out as well. 

You round the corner and spot Deku and Ochaco a ways away, you hear Bakugou scoff before he readies his gauntlets, you spot the red tank next to you guys and gasp “Bakugou no!” you whisper/yell at him but he doesn’t listen “lets see how they like this” he grunts as he begins to pull the pin you quickly use your energy to put a forcefield ball around the blast, containing it in silence as you drag Bakugou down a three foot alleyway between two buildings and you push him up against the brick wall “you idiot! You never look around at the surroundings. You could have blown us both up! You need to smarten up or you’ll get yourself killed dumbass!” he gets angry, pushing you back up against the wall behind you, you let out an oof as you connect to the brick “what the hell are you talking about i was going to take them out and you ruined it!” he yells back at you, but keeps quiet like you were being. You laugh in his face “there was a gaddamn gas tank right next to us. Big red tank with the flammable symbol on the side. You're such a moron Katsuki. Maybe your hero name should be “big idiot” that would be at least the truth. Hey. i kinda like the sound of that. Big idi-” your voice is cut off as he presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes are wide as you look at him, his eyes scrunched shut as his lips are pressed to yours, you can see his blushing cheeks and his flaring nostrils, it shocked you when you realized you liked this.

 You shut your eyes and bury your fingers in his hair, kissing him back he relaxes into you and chuckles as you press yourself into him, he unhooks his gauntlets and they fall to the ground with a loud bang and his hands wrap around your waist, you lick his bottom lip and he growls but lets you slip your tongue into his mouth anyway. You smirk as his fingers dig into your hips. You moan when he bites your bottom lip and he lets out a deep chuckle before kissing you harder, his tongue dancing with yours with the right amount of pressure and spit.

You chuckle at the spit that connects your lips as you break apart, staying close to him as you both pant trying to catch your breaths, his hands stay on your hips but his fingers dig in harder when you lick a stripe up his neck before biting and sucking a spot above his collarbone.

“Next time you’re being a dumbass just look at that and think back at how I saved your life and maybe you’ll be a little smarter” he growls and glares at you but doesn't say anything you reach up and run your thumb across his kiss swollen bottom lip, you feel him shudder under your touch and it fills you with a sense of pride. “Never thought i’d ever see you speechless” you chuckle and cut him off before he yells at you “Come on Lord Explosion Murder. We have to win this and I think we just lost valuable time” you pick up his heavy ass gauntlets with ease and he gains a little more respect for you, you help him put them on and then you both slip out of the alleyway again. 

You didn’t really agree 100% with his way of calming you both down but it did work and you did really enjoy it, as much as you hated him you could feel that maybe it wasn’t all hate. 

Deku and Ochako were gone and you guys quickly made your way down to the correct building without spotting anyone else. You go to run for the door but before you can Bakugou is grabbing your hands and putting them around his neck from behind  “hold on” he says and without warning he shoots his blasts and you both fly into the air “express delivery” he says and laughs. 

You get to the top of the building and as your feet touch the ground the door opens on the other side of the roof and Yaoyorozu and Todorki bust through “Bakugou!” you shout and he grunts before blasting the ice away, you use your energy to grab the Flag, it flies through the air to your hand and you push out a force field from your body, shoving Yaoyorozu back before she can do anything as you run towards the edge of the building “Bakugou come on i need you to trust me and i need you to jump!” he growls as he fights Todoroki, keeping his distance fighting off ice attacks that were headed for you, you send a force field towards him to block off Todoroki for a few seconds “Bakugou!” you yell again and he shouts in frustration “If i die I will haunt you!” you screams before closing his eyes and throwing himself from the building.

If you didn’t catch him, he was fully prepared to use his blasts to catch himself but he was pretty interested to see your plan through. When his feet hit something solid after falling just a few feet he chuckles as he looks down to see your sparkly forcefields like little circles under his feet. You land next to him and take off running, he follows suit and you catch his feet after every step. He laughs and sends explosions behind him to block off Todoroki from pursuit. “Bakugou!” you shout and then he notices the rest of the class finding ways to get to you. “Only one of us has to make it to the gate!” he shouts and you nod, fighting off Aoyama and Sero, “i’ll throw you” you say and he laughs, “you idiot!” he shouts and takes your arm, “I won't be able to keep you in the air!” you shout and he smirks “i’ll be fine” you send out a force field to keep people away as bakugou spins a few times to gain momentum before shooting you off in the direction of the gate. You use your quirk to add to the power of his throw and you surround yourself in a ball of energy preparing to land. His aim was precise and you landed right outside of the gate, your force field ball letting you bounce and roll your way all the way across the finish line. 

Hizashi’s voice echoes throughout the training ground “Team Baku-y/n WINS! Game over!” you shout in joy and throw your hands in the air jumping up and down before you take off running back inside, pushing yourself quicker until you see Bakugou. You give him the flag and then throw your arms around his neck as you shout in joy “we did it!” you yell and he laughs before the rest of the class gathers around you guys, he pushes you off of him and clears his throat. “Good job guys!” Deku says and Mr.Aizawa appears with Present Mic “that was surprisingly good team work from Bakugou” he says completely uninterested and then he activated his quirk and looks at you both “but next time, don’t stop to makeout or you will both be automatically failed”

You blush and look down, whispering a “yes sir” and Bakugou groans “damn cameras” he mutters as the class starts to whisper among themselves “oh SHUT UP EXTRAS” he says before ripping the flag from the pole and walking away with it. You chuckle and bow to Mr. Aizawa before running off after Bakugou to talk.

“Why’d you take the flag?” You ask when you catch up to him “wanna keep it as a trophy to remember the first time you ever worked well with a partner?” He grunts “idiot” he says and you laugh. Truth was he wanted to keep it as a trophy of the best kiss of his life but there was no way in hell he’d tell you that. You laugh “wanna talk about what we did back there?” You say and he stops as you reach the school and turns toward you “we won what else is there to say?” You roll your eyes “you know what I’m talking about” he throws the flag around his neck and holds on to either side “we kissed. So what” you shake your head “oh god and here I was about to ask you if you wanted to do it again. You’re right, I am an idiot” you say and walk around him, grabbing the door handle but before you open it he spins you around and presses you against it as his lips press into yours again. You chuckle and kiss him back with the same energy

“I will revoke your win!” Mr.Aizawa Shouts from a little ways away and Bakugou groans before pulling away from you. You chuckle and look behind him at the rest of the class coming your way. “I didn’t mean right now idiot” you say with a smile and he can’t help but smile back down at you for a second before his normal scowl returns as Mina, Kirishima, Denki, and Mineta whistle and holler at him. “Let’s get dinner tonight” he says and follows you inside. You smirk “six?” He nods “six works” “okay. See you later then. Big Idiot” you chuckle and wink at him as you walk backwards towards the women’s locker room, he shakes his head but you don’t miss his blushing cheeks or the way his hand reaches up to gently touch the hickie on his neck before turning around and going into the men’s locker room.

(He hung that flag above his bed)

[plaidbooks]

Hey love may I please have a sexy Rafael Barba x reader form the winter/hoilday list number 12 "so you're going to dress up as santa" go hard on the sexy ;)

Undercover Mishaps

A/N: This is...not at all what you asked for, and I’m sorry! This somehow just turned into really tender, kinda angsty with a happy ending smut? I’m not sure what happened here! If you want to send in another Rafi request, I understand lol

Tags: rape mention, smut, little bit of cockwarming, mostly just very tender p in v sex

Words: 2k+

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba

You stood outside your boyfriend’s office, taking a deep breath. You were going undercover tonight, and you wanted to tell Rafael in person, because you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about it. He never was. While he was supportive of, and understood your job with SVU, he hated when you were intentionally put in harm’s way. And tonight, you—as well as Amaro—would be bait. Exhaling, you knocked, waiting for him to call out to you before entering his office.

Rafael looked up at you, smiling. “Cariño,” he greeted, before he saw the look on your face, his smile fading. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Rafi. I’m just stopping by to let you know I’m going undercover tonight, so don’t expect me home for dinner.” There was no point beating around the bush; he’d see right through you anyways.

His eyes narrowed and he stood from his desk, coming over to you. “Undercover? Doing what? Which case?” You could hear the worry in his voice, though he tried to mask it.

You fidgeted nervously. “The, uh, BX9 case? I’ll be—”

“Wait, wait,” Rafael said, cutting you off. You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to put two and two together. “You mean the same BX9 case where gang members are violently attacking volunteer Santa Claus’? The ones that are raping the victims with lead pipes? That case? So, what, you’re going to dress up as Santa? Be fucking bait?” His voice got louder with each word he said until he was almost yelling.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. But you weren’t going to back down; this was your job. “Yes, I’ll be a Santa…as will Amaro. Don’t worry, Rafi, we’ll have people watching us—”

“Don’t worry?? How the hell can you expect me to not worry?! You’re going to be bait for one of the most vicious gangs in Manhattan!” Rafael ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “They realize that Santa is a guy, right? And you’re a woman—”

“Rafael, I’m doing my job, whether you like it or not,” you snapped back. “Besides, the department doesn’t have a suit that would fit Carisi, and I’m not about to repeat what Fin said when asked. So, I volunteered.”

He glared at you, his eyes taking in your set jaw, your straight back and shoulders, head held high and eyes clear. “At least tell me who’s watching you.”

“I got Rollins and Carisi; Liv and Fin are with Amaro.”

Rafael groaned. “You get the fucking new kid?”

You put your hands on his shoulders, locking your eyes with his green ones, clouded with concern and worry. “Rafi, I’ll be fine. I promise, okay? Rollins and Carisi’s got me…. I gotta go. I’ll text you as soon as it’s done.” You gave him another reassuring smile, and he pulled you into a tight hug, giving you a desperate kiss, unwilling to let you go.

“Stay safe, please…come home to me,” he murmured against your lips.

“Of course,” you whispered back before pulling away, heading out the door.

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You walked the freezing, deserted streets of Manhattan, the fat-suit hanging uncomfortably around you and the fake beard itched your face. When you had come out of the locker room in the department, dressed as Santa, it was hysterical; Rollins and Carisi had been quick to take pictures of you and Amaro next to each other. You were virtually unrecognizable, looking like any other Rent-A-Santa, indistinguishable from Amaro except maybe your height. But after walking the streets for the past two hours, you were done with the whole op.

“Liv is saying to give it one more hour,” Rollins’ voice said in your ear through the earpiece.

You grunted, knowing they’d hear you in the mic. “Fine.” You heard the footsteps moments before you saw the group of three men running at you, weapons in hand. They were yelling something in Spanish, and you vaguely heard Carisi call to move in. You threw your arms in front of you, saying in a deep, fake-male voice, “now hang on, I don’t want any trouble—"

One of the men swung a metal bat at your stomach, and you couldn’t move fast enough to dodge it. Thankfully, the fat-suit absorbed the brunt of the hit; the wind was knocked out of your lungs, though, and you bent forward. You didn’t see which one swung at you the second time, nor what hit you; you just felt the impact in your side. You grunted as you went down, the cold, hard sidewalk instantly freezing you as you slumped against it.

“Freeze, NYPD!” Carisi’s voice shouted over the commotion. Him and the other officers bolted after the three men, who dropped their weapons, the metal clattering, and took off.

Rollins knelt by you, a hand on your shoulder as she looked you over. “[Y/N], are you okay?” she asked.

You groaned, holding your side. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a bruise.” You struggled to your knees, trying to push yourself to standing. The bite from the cement was already seeping through the clothes and into your skin.

“Woah, woah, take it easy. That was a heavy hit,” Rollins said. You ignored her, your legs wobbling slightly as you got them underneath you.

“Get this stupid thing off me,” you ordered through gritted teeth, unable to reach the clasp behind you for the fat-suit.

Rollins quickly unclipped it, sliding it gently off you. She helped raise your shirt, lightly prodding the spot you were hit in. You sucked in a breath in pain, tears in your eyes.

“Is it bad?” you asked.

“It’s already bruising; I’m taking you to the hospital,” she replied.

You nodded, resigning to your fate. Suddenly, Carisi’s voice came on over the earpiece. “We got all three on the gang members. [Y/N] okay?”

“Fine; I’m taking her to the hospital. Can you get a ride back to the precinct? Let Liv know?” Rollins explained, wrapping an arm around your uninjured side and guiding you back towards the squad car.

“No problem; go,” he said.

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Rafael was sitting in his home office, trying to focus on work. But his mind kept going back to you, wondering if you were alright. He often caught himself staring out the window, wondering where you were, debating if he should text Rollins—he knew you couldn’t answer while undercover—just to make sure everything was okay. Soon enough, he gave up work altogether, going to the kitchen to pour himself a lowball glass of scotch, to help settle his nerves. You’d been undercover before and you’d been just fine. But he had a bad feeling about tonight.

When his phone rang, your ID flashing across his screen, he nearly dropped it in his rush to answer. “Hermosa, everything okay?” he answered, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.

“Fine, Rafi; just wanted to give you an update,” you replied, keeping your voice light. But he could tell instantly that something was wrong; there was a strain in your voice that wasn’t there before.

“What happened?” Rafael asked, his stomach dropping.

You let out a huff which could have been laughter, but just sounded like pain. “I was hit with a baseball bat; nothing bad, don’t worry,” you rushed to say. “Rollins took me to get checked out by the hospital, but I’ll be home soon.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. “I’ll be right there; Mercy Hospital?” He made his way towards the door, grabbing his winter jacket from the coat rack.

“No Rafi, don’t. By the time you get here, I’ll be on my way home, anyways,” you chuckled before it turned into a hiss of pain. “It’s just a bruise; I’m fine. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Rafael sighed heavily, rehanging his jacket and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Fine. Just…get here soon…please.”

“I will. I promise. I love you, Raf,” you said, smiling into the phone.

“I love you, too.”

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Sure enough, you were walking through Rafael’s front door 20 minutes later, a deep bruise in your left side, but otherwise unharmed. He was instantly off the couch, hurrying over to you. Rafael put his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length, eyes scanning your face before he brought you against his chest in a tight hug. You hissed in pain, and he instantly released you, though he kept his hands on your shoulders, unable to keep from touching at least some part of you.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Where were you hit? Show me,” Rafael demanded, his words rushed, like he didn’t know where to start.

You gave him a tired smile. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little sore.” You turned your side towards him, lifting your shirt to expose the deep black, blue, and purple bruise overtaking your left side.

“Oh hermosa…” he mumbled, his fingertips ghosting over your skin lightly. You winced when he touched the spot where the bat had connected with you.

“It looks worse than it is, but there’s no internal bleeding, no broken bones or torn muscles. Just a—a flesh wound,” you replied. Rafael examined you for a moment more before he finally tore his eyes away from your injury, his eyes trailing up to your face. He looked so…worried still, so sad and devasted that you were hurt. Unable to stand that look in those normally bright green eyes, you embraced him, nuzzling your head against his chest. Gently, much more gently than normal, Rafael wrapped his arms around your torso, careful not to touch your left side. His hands went to your back, rubbing comforting circles into your shoulder blades.

“I’m okay, Rafi. I’m safe,” you whispered into his chest, tugging him impossibly closer.

“And I’m so thankful you are,” he muttered back, kissing the top of your head.

You leaned back enough to look up at him. You looked into his eyes, then to his lips before you moved to kiss him, your hands threading into his short hair. He kissed you back, needy, desperate, putting all his affection for you into the kiss. You could feel his worry, his nervousness, and you kissed him harder, trying to make those feelings fade away, until there was nothing left but the two of you, your love for each other stronger than anything else.

You pulled out of his grip, taking his hand, and leading him to his bedroom. By some unspoken agreement, you both started undressing yourselves. Once in your bra and panties, you gave him a look. “Help?” you asked. Like with the fat-suit, you couldn’t reach behind your back without your side barking in pain.

Rafael’s eyes softened as he moved to you, unhooking your bra for you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked despite his darkened eyes, his already half-hard length.

“Yes, Raf…I need you. Tonight, I just need to feel you…everywhere.”

He helped you our of your panties, then kissed you slowly, passionately. You walked backwards with him until your legs hit the bed, then sat. He stood, stroking himself lazily to full hardness, while you pulled yourself up the bed until your head was on the pillows. Once ready, you beckoned to him and he climbed on top of you, his lips trailing over every bit of skin he could reach. He propped himself on one arm, careful not to put his full body weight on your injured side while he kissed you deeply, his other hand dipping between your thighs, stroking your slit slowly. You moaned against his mouth, your hands trailing over his sides as he slid two fingers into you, stretching you.

“I was…so worried…I knew something had happened,” Rafael murmured, pumping his fingers into you.

You rocked your hips against his hand, wincing as the movement stretched your side painfully. “I’m okay, Rafi. I’m here, I’m safe now,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek. He pulled his fingers from you, lining himself up. He slowly pushed into you until he filled you completely, then stopped, waiting, watching your face. He stroked your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

“But what if you weren’t?”

Your heart strained with how vulnerable he sounded in this moment.  You clutched at him tighter, resting your forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes. “Don’t worry about ‘what ifs,’ Raf. I’m here, and nothing’s gonna change that.” You tightened your pelvic muscles, clenching around his cock, and he let out a groan. “You can feel me, right? Don’t we fit together perfectly? Just focus on feeling me right now.”

Rafael nodded, kissing your forehead. “I feel you…I feel all of you…I just hate when you’re undercover. I hate not knowing if your coming home, or if you’re lying in the street somewhere, bleeding out.”

“I know baby, I know,” you scratched his back lightly. “But that’s the job sometimes. I don’t try to get hurt. You know I try and come home to you every night.”

He sighed. “I know. Of course, I know. Just…don’t make this”—his fingertips lightly graze over your side, and you sucked in a breath—“a habit.”

“I don’t plan on it,” you smiled at him. And finally, finally, he returned it, the worry and concern disappearing from his eyes as he kissed you deeply. Then, he moved, his thrusts slow, deep, careful. You held him close to you, your lips never leaving each other’s except to whisper how much you loved each other. He reminded you over and over again how much he cared about you, and you let him know that you were home with him, safe with him there. When you eventually came, it was with his name on your lips, his fingers intertwined with yours, and your heart full of love. Rafael came soon after you, his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek.

He rolled off you, laying on his back next to you. You tucked into his side, and he wrapped an arm around you. He sat up enough to look at your bruise once more before laying back with a huff.

“Next time, you get Liv watching your back. Not fucking Fordham.” He muttered. You laughed, cuddling closer to him.