#EVERY OTHER STAGE IS FUCKING BABY LEVEL EASY

[psyche-newhyperfixation]

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[justyouraverageficwriter]

Watch Me, Want Me

Yeji x M reader

Genre: Smut, Handjob, Self-gratification

WC: 3111 Words

A/N: I thought this will be another BFH fic but the idea evolved it something different. This may be the end of my break too. Enjoy!

You feel it again,-the same way you felt it countless times before. The air conditioning is fully working, well maybe less effective as you left the door ajar; but still the cold air circulates just fine. But you feel hot, and something down there starts to give you discomfort. It’s becoming a routine now, call it a vice even as it starts to become addicting. It’s the wee hours and the place is silently still, except for the music occasionally playing out of your phone set two clicks up from being completely muted; and the ever loud ticking of the mechanical clock someone gifted to you for your birthday.

She’s just mesmerizing, the way she moves her body. The complete control, the sharp movements in contrast with the elegant rolls, her expression as she performs even in the smallest of stages. She's born to sing and dance, to perform, to entertain. She's an idol, an ace, and she absolutely makes sure your eyes won't leave her once you notice her; a task she does so easily and quite possibly really naturally.

You adjust yourself in a more comfortable position, an indication that you’re sucked into the content you are consuming. Is it the way she sways her hips? Is it the outfit she wears? Is it the belly button beautifully drawn in the middle of her perfectly toned midriff? Or is it the eyes? Yes, perhaps it’s her eyes - ever captivating, quite the charmer.

She is your favorite, and maybe always will be. She stood out to you the most, appealing to your highly set standards. Not that her four sister-members don’t meet the criteria, they all give Venus a run for her money themselves -yet it’s her that your eyes are glued into, it’s her that makes your mouth drool. You are hooked, like a fish at the end of the anglers line, hopeless despite the struggle (although it looks like you already gave up the fight before it even started.) And then you landed on it, on arguably your favorite photo of her - well it’s really hard to say for a fact that it is since you always said that to every single one saved on your phone’s gallery. But the world can forgive you, she is just irresistible. 

“Ah fuck it! You are making me do this again, Yeji.” Words that mean you succumb again. The uncomfortable feeling is now getting really hard to ignore. You got it, an itch that needs more than just scratching; in fact it needs rubbing, or preferably stroking. There she is, looking straight at you on the other side of the screen, as if she’s begging you to do it, urging you to give in to the desire. All the while those eyes are silently judging, fixed on you until the oblivion, to the point that you could almost hear her call you pathetic for being so easy to seduce, for being such a softie, when in fact you are hard; literally hard for that sinful red top and that chain around her little waist.

Guess it's obvious now, the thing that you are currently doing. Self gratification, a fancy name for a sinful deed, maybe indulgence is a better word but you digress. There's a certain level of satisfaction when you freed your aching shaft from the confines of your underwear, and a moan to boot when you finally wrapped your hand around it. You know you're not the only one doing this, you're sure that someone somewhere on the planet is doing the same thing as you, at the same time as you, and probably on the same Yeji pictures and video clips you have. On that thought, you think that it's a race but the catch is the one who reaches the finish line last wins.

"Damn Yeji. You're so sexy, baby." You talk to her like she can hear you, and perhaps in your imagination she really can; even the sky is not the limit in the world that is on your head, especially if it’s filled with lust. “You know I would do things to that navel of yours.” The strokes start to become uneven, your breaths ragged and short, as if the air you release are immediately sucked back into your lungs. In your mind you are pleasing her, as much as she is pleasing you right now, or maybe even more. Legs spreading apart further and further as you slowly slip into the highs of fap (weirdly enough in the boner fueled mind of yours slip and high make so much sense). Eyes closed and mouth open to anticipate the resolution, the end, the climax.

“Hey, is that me?” An unexpected voice is heard, coming out of the left field. Yet it is familiar, and not to mention sexy as fuck. There is a hint of tease in her tone, her usual chaff and banter; she got all the reason to poke fun at you for she caught you red handed, with hands on your throbbing prick.

“What are you doing here?” Confused, and your eyes are still adjusting to the sudden flooding of light to your senses. You sound so confident, as if the whole scene is a normal thing. Although, you ponder that there’s nothing to be worried about, it’s not like you are jerking off to someone else.

“I’m your girlfriend, mister. I have every right to be at your apartment.” Yeji waltz inside your room like it’s hers, and maybe it is now given how familiar and at home she is navigating the space. She did not address the current state of affairs, aside from the question that she threw in your lap that is. Yeji peels off her shirt, and then her pants leaving her in her sports underwear. Of course it’s not new to you, you have spent so many sexy nights together. Although you’d be lying if you say that her body did not have any effect on you just because you have seen it countless times before, she can make you really naughty with just her photo; what more if you can see her in the flesh.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, babe.” She takes her place next to you, sliding in the bed naturally as you scoot over. Yeji lies on her side, purposely flexing her mouth watering body, all toned without any trace of fat; not that you will complain if there is, she'll be perfect just the same. She looks amused, although you are quite sure that she is, looking at you with her cat eyes. That's what everyone is calling it, but you beg to differ, you just want to call her Yeji's eyes for you haven’t seen anything the same, yeah it's boring and quite special at the same time.

She reaches out for your phone, in her quest to know the answer of her inquiry, she didn't even bother to wait for your reply. You can't blame her though, you have failed to answer the first time it was asked. The phone has been set to sleep now and was locked but that's really not a problem, what did you really expect, she's your girlfriend. Yeji's lips curl into a smile as your phone resumes to the things you are watching. She rolls her eyes and passes the phone back to your hands acting all unimpressed. "Oh would you look at that, resort to fapping because his girl has a concert, huh?"

"Do you prefer that I fap to someone else?" Your relationship is a constant battle of wits and control, both of you like to banter and tease each other out.

Yeji moves closer, until you can feel her breath on your ears. The hot air from her mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room gives you a tingling sensation across your whole body. For sure, she's doing it on purpose. "I don't think you want to, you're a little obsessed over me."

"Confident, are we?" You love the confidence in her voice, the fact notwithstanding is that she is wrong, that you also do it to the members of her senior group; but it's a secret you intend to keep for yourself, since you do it all in good fun.

Yeji suddenly nuzzles the side of your neck. "Mhmm, especially when I'm doing this." Her hands found her way to the base of your dick, still hard and growing harder. You bet it's smoldering to the touch, as the temperature rises again inside you. You let out a much louder moan than the one you had earlier; maybe because someone is doing it for you, and not just someone, it's the woman you’ve been lusting ever since you’ve laid eyes upon her. She’s a natural with her ways with you, gentle hands but firm grip, and the sultry voice, damn her sultry voice -you don’t know how many times you got a hard on because of it when you’re flirting right when you wake up next to her. Yeji pushes you to lean on your side, and she quickly presses her body on your back, hooking her chin on your exposed shoulder.

“It feels so good, babe.” Both of you have never been shy to let each other know what you feel, a little dirty talk gets off you and Yeji so much that it leads to the sexiest moments most of the time.

“I know! You are so hard.” She whispers in your ear seductively, all the while her tongue naughtily nibbles on your ear and shoulders, adding to things that make you sensitive. She strokes twice at every tick of the clock, -the backstory of why she bought it for you. Yeji loves the rhythm of things, maybe it’s second nature to her being in the music industry. And all that translates to the sexual things you do, and having a loud clock helps a lot; at the expense of your sleep that is(however you have grown accustomed to it now). 

“What are you doing? Do you not want to look at my photos, babe?” It’s not the first time she’s jerking you off, but it will be the first time that she will while you look at her videos and images. And fuck that’s an idea you find really hot, an idea you would not want to say no. You produce your phone quickly again and start to scroll to the sexiest ones you have. It’s getting hard to focus though, you just want to close your eyes and feel her hands pumping you.

"Fuck Yeji, you're gonna make me cum." With that warning,Yeji rubs the tip of your cock and spreads the pre cum all over. There's a jolt of pleasure that makes your body shiver. You can hear her smirk at your back. Of course you stoke the fire, you're showing weakness to her touches; and of course she feeds off of it.

"I really love it when you are so horny for me, so weak and fragile, so opposite from the normal you. I love it when you lose control." Every single word from her pretty naughty mouth is like fuel to the flames of lust. Thankfully or perhaps cruelly, she slows down her pace and allows you to relax.

She clears her throat, possibly because she wants your attention. There's no need to though to be completely honest, she has all the attention you can possibly give; although mostly to what her hands are doing. "Show me your favorite photo to jerk off on, babe." In an instant you show her the picture that made you start the risqué act, it is a full circle moment. "Can't blame you, I look so hot in that." You can clearly see her smirk, like you have eyes on the back of your head.

Ever the competitive, you want to get back on her, you want to put cracks on her ever growing ego. "Don't get too full of yourself now. It would be a hard fall once I get my hands on you." In that very moment the last word is uttered, she increases the speed of her strokes causing you to squirm, to let out an uncontrolled mewl. "I don't think so babe, not when you're on the tip of my fingers." Her play of words amused you, you can interpret them literally or not, she's so damn right.

"Now tell me, how did you fantasize about your girlfriend earlier?" It's another blow to your ego, she's on a streak. She keeps on putting points on the board. She doesn't just want to know what photo that turned you on, she also wants to know how you imagined her, how improper you are. In simple terms she wants you to put into words the naughty thoughts you had, she wants you to admit that you are really obsessed, and not a little less. And maybe it's clear now that you are, more than you want to confess.

"I want to make out with you, and put my hands all over you. Then I'll unzip your top, and suck on your tits." It's expected really that you will indulge her request, it's another idea of hers that's too hot to not make true. “Then I’ll pin you on that wall babe, and take off those jeans.” She hums in acknowledgement of your words as she carries on with the handjob, ever masterful.

“You said you’d do something to my belly button.” Ah yes her belly button, wait what? -  there is some sort of delay before your mind processes what’s wrong with it. It is another revelation, it now dawns on you that she has been watching you right when you started. “So you just stood there and watched, huh?” You noticed her head moves in confirmation. “You know what, I thought of just standing there until you’re finished but.” She pauses to climb on top of you, Yeji is now stradling on you lap.

“But?” You press the matter.

“But what you are doing is so hot, that I just could not be a bystander, can I?” She adjusts herself again to give way for her panties to come off, but immediately seals the separation to get back to her position. She's so wet down below, but you're not surprised. The slick juices now smear your crotch as well, as the contact starts to grow bigger and bigger. Yeji starts to move her hips and grind, you are reminded once again what a performer she is, on the stage and on the bed. You trace her tummy, one of the best in the business and draw circles around her belly button. This is your way of showing your appreciation to what she is doing, and in a way teasing her, to encourage her to do more. You know you’re doing the right thing because you are achieving the desired results.

Your hands naturally found home on her waist, guiding her as she rubs your length. “You know it will be much better inside right?” It looks like you had enough teasing. You are not alone in that sentiment, as Yeji shifts to line herself to your dick; it just feels so easy, feels just so right. Both of you exhale two satisfied moans, two different tones but blend really well, it sounded like one. You find her eyes as she found yours, satisfied yet still hungry, there’s a mutual understanding and respect but lust and wanting at the same time. “You are right, feel so much better.” Her smile should have been a wholesome break from the haze of erotic air, but you know it means so much more.

Built in her is a body of rhythm, and once again the movement of her hips match the ticking of the loud clock. It is once every second from the start, then as the pleasure intensifies so does the pace. “Fuck! It’s so good, Yeji.” She is doing everything right, and all you can do is brace yourself for the inevitable. You want her gaze only fixed on you all the time, but you can’t blame her for closing them once in a while, heck- you too can’t even do that because you know you’ll go overflowing already if you are constantly peering into the lust inducing eyes, beautiful, deep, unique and damn sexy.

It did not take long for that rhythm to get all messy, as all things eventually do in the middle of desires and the craving for more. “I want you to cum inside me.” The line surprises you, she’s an idol after all and should be careful, but the resolve in her tone is unmistakable, undeniable even. It sounds like you have a hefty price to pay if you dare to disobey. “I’d be glad to, babe.”

“Cum for me in five.” That sounds like a challenge, you just hope she means seconds, because it’s an impossible ask if it is a different unit of time. Hell, you think even that mere 5 seconds feels like eternity because of how close you are.

“Five..”

Yeji is just grinding non stop, it’s a performance and she’s giving it her all; she is an amazing artist.

“Four..”

The clock moves so slowly, you think time slows down. The contrast of how fast she is fucking you to the slow tick of a second is starting to not make any sense.

“Three..”

Her walls are closing in on you, it starts to tighten around you, choking your hard shaft.

“Two..”

Just a second more and your sweaty bodies will be rewarded, you pull the straps of her sports bra off her shoulders, amazingly it’s still on. Everything about her is so perfect, and on the verge of orgasm, it multiplies tenfold, maybe a hundred.

“One.”

Maybe you came half a second earlier but who the fuck really cares as the ropes of semen pump out into her warm, wanting cunt. The chorus of very triumphant moans echoed and filled the once still and quiet place. You have reached the pinnacle, the point of no return as you fill her walls of stacked cum. She pulls out and all the mixed juices leak once it finds a gap. However, the mess doesn’t matter for now. Yeji immediately finds her way in your embrace as both of you enjoy a deep kiss. Cheekily you grope her ass in the middle of the smooches, innocent, or is it? “Sleep now horny man, we already took care of your horny bone.”

[dragonmuse]

@dimoverdelerium suggested: (thinking about BBC Uncle) is there any verse where Izzy takes up drag? Ideally I think this would be Stede/Izzy or Stede/Izzy/Eddy.

H'OKAY SO! I set this in I know about popular. So Stede/Izzy/Eddy, but the sex wound up being Lucius/Izzy. Hope that works for you! This gets explicit. There is a scene that is very quickly negotiated, but not in a way visible to the reader that has some mean talk, roleplaying an affair, gender fuckery,

The worst part about it was that he hadn’t even been drinking. He wasn’t even offered anything in particular. No bribe. They were just prepping for the night, Izzy hanging around the bar when Leda came out, lips pursed. 

“Buttons just called out sick,” he told Lucius. “And that’s on top of John and Frenchie being on vacation. We’ll be terribly short.” 

“So do a few extra numbers,” Lucius shrugged. “Or I can see if anyone can come in at the last minute.” 

“Everyone was already doing something additional or new tonight, I don’t want to overtax them, but I think it’s a hair too late to call in someone else. I really did want to deliver a full show tonight after last week’s debacle.” 

Izzy had missed last week, a rare occurrence, but it had been a series of accidents and errors culminating in the sound system dying. No one had come home happy and Izzy had heard about it from every side. 

“Let me call around,” Lucius decided. “I’ll let you know.” 

Izzy watched as Lucius went through a roster of names, his sigh getting heavier with every call. Then he disappeared into the changing room. The Kraken and Leda emerged with him a few minutes later. Their voices were all overlapping, so Izzy tried to tune them all out. 

Mistake. The next time he looked up because silence had fallen, all three of them were leveraging him with identical speculative looks. 

“No,” he said defensively, despite having no idea what the look was for. 

“Just for one show, Iz,” Eddy gave him her best wide-eyed plea. 

“You’ll look gorgeous, I promise.” 

Oh fuck no. 

“C’mon, storm cloud,” Lucuis waggled his eyebrows. “You’re not scared are you?” 

“You do it then,” he challenged Lucius. 

“Nope, I’ve got other duties. You’re just weighing down a barstool.” 

“I don’t work for any of you,” he reiterated. 

“Darling,” Stede said softly. “Aren’t you even a little curious?” 

No. No, he wasn’t. Izzy knew what he looked like. He wouldn’t be a lady like Leda or a vampy knockout like Eddy. He’d be his mother, probably. What a nightmare. He opened his mouth to tell them that, but no one was looking at him like this was a joke. They seemed earnest. Leda looked a little desperate. 

He looked down into his water. 

“I won’t let them make you look or feel bad,” Lucius was at his back. How did he do that? It was like Izzy’s defenses didn’t even register him as a threat.  “Okay?” 

“Don’t know how you’re going to do that.” 

“C’mon, storm cloud, try something new. We talked about trying new things, right?” 

“...fine,” he conceded and got a kiss on his swallow tattoo for his trouble. 

Fuck. He was so goddamn easy to lockpick now. Maybe the door was just hanging open. 

“I’m gonna do your makeup,” the Kraken decided, pure joy in her voice. Izzy just nodded heavily and accepted her hand when it crossed into his vision. 

The dressing room was not one of Izzy’s favorite places. Too many competing smells, noise and a high chaos level made it almost unbearable. But the Kraken didn’t take him there. Instead, she tugged him to the little side table near the stage entrance that was usually where Alma and Charlie would park themselves when they spent any time at the bar. 

“Stay,” the Kraken said firmly. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Can you walk in heels?” Leda asked, sitting down across from her. She was in baby blue tonight, one of her frothy ball gowns that rustled every time she moved. 

“No,” Izzy rubbed a hand over his eyes. 

“Darling, you know you’re wearing heels right now. Those boots aren’t fooling anyone.” 

“Short ones.” 

“We can work with short,” she decided. “No need to risk your ankles when you’re already doing us a favor. Now. I need a list of songs that you’re very familiar with.” 

“....why?” Izzy stared at her. 

“You can’t just stand on the stage and do nothing. A lip sync to a song you already know should do it unless you have a stage worthy talent that you’ve heretofore kept to yourself.” 

“...oh fuck,” he groaned. 

“You’ll be fine,” Leda assured him very briskly. “You’ll see. It’s not like going out there in your own skin.” 

“Whose skin would it be?” 

“Excellent question, actually. You’ll need a name too, but let’s focus on a song first.” 

Izzy just said the first few songs that came to his head that didn’t have a male singer and Leda seized on one. She turned it on and made him listen to it as the Kraken re-emerged with a heavy makeup bag, took his chin in her talons and started gently slapping his face around. 

“Just look at me,” she suggested. 

“But-”

“It’ll make for a good distraction,” she grinned. 

Studying Eddy’s face was one of the great pleasures of Izzy’s life and he was rarely allowed to indulge as long as he’d like before she was moving somewhere else, getting annoyed about it or kissing him to distraction.  Tonight, she was focused and had something to do and he could look as long as he liked. It almost made all of this worth it. Vaguely he registered Leda hammering at him about the song, but mostly he was staring at Eddy.

The Kraken’s makeup was heavy and settled into some Eddy’s deeper wrinkles, but smoothed away some other small imperfections. She had apparently decided against a wig tonight, her natural hair caught up in a complicated updo that probably had some kind of foam base beneath it given the height. Some of her tendrils hung down around her face, softening her cheekbones. There were gray hairs sneaking into her eyebrows. 

Her eyes were all over his face too, intent on their work and it was nearly hypnotic. 

“Okay, got to close ‘em now,” she said, tapping him on the nose with a brush. 

“Hm?” 

“Close your eyes, Iz,” she repeated, a little more tenderly. 

He closed them with a sigh. It was only once he’d shut her out that he became aware he had a raging hard on. Figured. Wet things smeared over his eyes and it took a lot of his willpower not to flinch away. The Kraken wouldn’t hurt him like this. Not anymore, anyway. Not with Leda watching. Not without permission.  It wasn’t life or death, just a little game they played that had clear rules and hard stops. 

“Oh, good idea, dear heart,” Leda murmured. 

“I’m a genius with this shit,” the Kraken agreed. “Talked to Pete and she’s got that like one slinky thing that she never wears, but she keeps here like she might?” 

“I know just the one,” Leda’s voice was close, practically on his cheek. “I’ll get my extra padding out of storage to go with it. If we need to cut it down, we can, I don’t really need it.” 

“Thanks, love.” 

He heard Leda’s heels clack away. The Kraken was doing something to his eyebrows again. 

“Did that already.” 

“You’ve got thick brows,” the Kraken said, amused. “Got to get them glued down.” 

“How do you do that?” 

“With glue.” 

Izzy exhaled slowly, “How do I get that out?” 

“Soap and water,” she assured him. “You know. A lot of it.” 

“Great.” 

“We’ll get you cleaned up after,” she assured him. Then she was leaning in and blowing slowly over his eyebrows, the stream of air sending all his hair on its end. “Too bad though, could be hot with you in a skirt.” 

“I-” 

“Another time maybe,” the Kraken said amused. “Maybe just a skirt instead of the whole getup.” 

Izzy had no idea what to say to that. He liked getting up under Eddy’s skirts. Leda’s were generally gone before anything naked happened. Stede didn’t seem interested in that. Eddy obviously did. What about the other queens? Was that something they did? Questions bred in his head, but he stored them away. For another time. For a...

Hm. 

“All right, there we go. You hold on there, I’m going to go get a wig cap and a wig,” the Kraken got up. Before walking off, she reached out, cupped his throat in his hand. “You look beautiful, Iz.”

“Sure,” he said without much faith. 

“You’ll see.” 

She was only gone a few seconds, not long enough for regret and worry to pour in, before Leda was there in her place, holding a garment bag and some ominously shaped pieces of foam. 

“I was thinking we could get you changed behind the curtain,” she suggested. “Private and away from the other girls.” 

“...yeah fine.” 

He followed Leda backstage. They’d fucked here more than once (Stede had some kind of stage fetish, Izzy was almost certain), but he’d never skinned out of his clothes when it was open to the public. 

It made wiggling into pantyhose less strange, if only because he was not interested in staying that vulnerable for any length of time. The much padded bra that Leda helped him into was uncomfortable, but oddly reminiscent of a holster. The dress was....a dress. It was a deep burgundy and made of something silky. There was a slit in one thigh which was laughable considering it was already pretty short.  It had sleeves at least, short ones, but there. The neckline was conservative too, not showing off his chest hair. 

“There you are!” the Kraken laughed. “I thought maybe he ran off.” 

“Not yet,” Leda smiled so hard that her eyes crinkled up which was, as always, adorable. Asshole. “I have his boots anyway.” 

“Wouldn’t stop him. Iz once ran through the streets of Berlin barefoot in just his underwear and a gun holster.” 

“You going to tell her why?” Izzy asked archly. 

“...anyway!” The Kraken produced a mound of hair. “I’ve got a wig for you.” 

“Dear heart,” Leda’s smile grew impossibly larger. “What did you do?”

“She found a-” 

“Shhh, Iz, don’t move or I might STAB you with a bobby pin.” 

“You brought it up,” he pointed out, aware he was smiling just as broadly as Leda. 

“He’s right,” Leda agreed. “You must tell me at some point.”

“I’ll tell you when he’s on stage.” 

“Oh, I think you should tell me when Izzy is with us, dear heart. I’d love to hear both sides.” 

“Their side has more nudity,” Izzy informed her. 

The bobby pin did dig in a little, but Izzy figured it was worth it to hear Leda giggling. It wasn’t Izzy’s fault that Leda asked him follow up questions after the Kraken told her a story.  It wasn’t as if the Kraken would want him to lie to their beloved spouse. 

A heavy hat of hair was settled on his head. It was hot. He was itchy. 

“Here,” Leda kneeled down in front of him which was a little distracting. “Foot.” 

Izzy took a second. She tapped on the top of his foot. He offered it feeling a little ridiculous as a black heel was shoved unceremoniously onto it. He stepped into the next one himself. They were higher than his boots, but not by much. They were a sensible black  and had a strap so he didn’t feel like they were going to fall off. 

The Kraken and Leda both took a step back from him. They still towered over him, but nothing short of a stepladder was going to fix that. 

“Huh,” Leda tilted her head. “That is...uncanny.” 

“What?” he crossed his arms over his chest, only to encounter scratchy beads and padding. 

“You look just like your sister,” the Kraken declared. “But hotter. Not that your sister- okay. I don’t have a save for this. Help me out here.” 

“You look like a very lovely feminine version of yourself,” Leda said smoothly. “Do you want to see?” 

Izzy didn’t really, but he allowed himself to be trooped down the stairs and into the dressing room. The hubbub of the room came to a dead halt as they stepped inside. Roach dropped the necklace she���d been in the process of putting on. The Menace’s heels stopped tapping against the filing cabinet.

He was about to growl something and stomp out when he caught sight of someone in the full length mirror at the end of the room. For a moment...fuck, he did look like Delly. Stepping closer though and he saw the differences. The wig for one, which was one of the Kraken’s, was much longer and not at all Delly’s style. It was long, hanging down almost to his elbows and lightly curled, some of it was looped back in braids which was almost pretty. 

The makeup was way overblown, but...it was all right. Not the Kraken’s gothic nightmare and not Leda’s Marie Antoinette powder. It was more like the Kraken had genuinely tried to make Izzy beautiful. 

His cheeks were hollower somehow, his cheekbones glowing gold and the lightest pink. His lips had been overdrawn into something like full without being clownish, painted a warm brownish-pink, closer to this natural lip color than either of them wore. The eye look was smoky, drawn out at the sides, making his eyes look further set apart and more open than usual, even with the heavy lashes. His skin was smoothed into something like an even tone. 

The press on nails Leda had produced weren’t as long as the ones she or the Kraken wore. They were a glossy black tipped in silver sparkles. The Kraken pulled a lacy choker from her pocket and it went around Izzy’z neck like a sensuous promise. Cinched, it was just tight enough to be a reminder of who had put it there. 

Izzy’s heart beat double time. 

“Pics or it didn’t happen!” Roach declared and then there was a flash. 

“Jesus fuck,” Izzy groaned, but he was about to get on stage in this getup. Pictures would be the minimum of how this would get recorded. 

“Somethings missing,” Roach frowned, looking down at her phone. Her wig was made of cigarettes today and the dress was white and brown to match. 

“I was thinking of more jewelry,” Leda frowned. “Maybe a bracelet?” 

“No, I got it!” Roach grabbed a pencil and was suddenly there in Izzy’s face, smelling beguilingly of tobacco. Izzy could use smoke. He hadn’t smoked in fifteen years, but his teeth itched for it now. “Hold still.” 

And Izzy...just did. Goddamnit. What had he become? Roach put the pencil about an inch above below Izzy’s eye and ground it in, then rocked back on her heels. “Yeah, that’s perfect.” 

“Huh,” the Kraken grabbed Izzy’s chin and examined his face. “It is better. I think the foundation covering up your tattoo fucked with how I think you’re supposed to look. That helps.” 

“Very classic,” Leda approved. 

Izzy turned to the mirror. Roach had added a mole. It did look right, not far off from where his tattoo should be visible. 

He didn’t look like himself at all. The heels changed his center of gravity a little. The bra pulled at him with his regular posture, so he threw his shoulders back a little. The padding gave curves, softly rounded hips and a bit of ass that he’d never had. 

The dress was so fucking short, cutting off just a few inches below his dick (which he had not let Leda tuck, the dress wasn’t that tight and he had his limits. Two pairs of pantyhose did plenty of work there anyway). When he reached up to touch the choker, his hand was held in an almost entirely different shape in deference to the nails. The gesture took on an elegance.  

“I get it,” he said quietly, so his voice wouldn’t ruin the illusion. 

“Get what, darling?” Leda fussed over the wig, resettling the hair. 

“Why you like this. It’s just...being someone else. For a bit.”

“Yes,” Leda smiled at her in the mirror. “A little of that, I must admit. It’s a vacation.” 

Carefully, Izzy reached up and pushed a lock of dark hair away from the eyelashes. It all made him want to hold himself diffently.

Be different. 

“Raine Daze.” He said, more to himself than to her. 

“What’d you say?” 

The Kraken slid their hand over Raine’s stomach, pulled her in tight. Leda reached out to fluff out a bit of the wig.  The three of them made an interesting picture. In their hands, Raine didn’t look like a pugnacious fighter. 

Instead, Raine looked almost delicate. Certainly petite. No one would make fun of her for that or imply she had a complex. Women were allowed to be small and careful. Even if they had broad shoulders and a pronounced brow.  

“That’s my drag name,” he said a little more firmly, “Raine Daze.” 

Plenty of women their age had smoked too much once upon a time. Add a little breath in and softening around some vowels and it was no harder than doing some foolish accent to fool someone on the phone. He did that all the time for work. It didn’t sound any stranger than the way Leda talked or how Pete sometimes climbed into a full on falsetto when she was really getting into things. 

“Very clever,” Leda praised. “Don’t you think, dear heart?” 

“Suits you,” the Kraken agreed, hand rubbing over Raine’s stomach for a slow contemplative moment. “Yeah. It’s good.” 

It felt good. Why did it feel good? Izzy didn’t want to be a woman, wasn’t interested in the trappings, but it felt...risky. And he did love an adrenaline rush. 

“Put this on,” Leda thrust a bracelet at him. 

Izzy didn’t take it right away. Leda paused, bewildered, then shook it at him a little and then with a frown, he did take it. But a part of him wanted to refuse it. Not because he didn’t want it. Just to be a little difficult. 

Which was very very odd. He usually wanted to be good for Leda. To get told that he’d done well. He might really want that most of all from Lucius, but he craved it from Leda and the Kraken too. That part of him was immutable, as embarrassing as it sometimes was. He put on the bracelet with a frown. The Kraken’s hold tightened as if catching his mood.

“I put you on in the middle of things,” Leda laced her fingers through his, holding his hand, oblivious. “So you have twenty minutes or so to go over your song. Or wait in the wings. Whatever you want, darling.” 

“All right.” 

He didn’t realize that meant they were leaving until they were gone. Until he was alone with the woman in the mirror. Leaning in, he studied her face more closely. He got used to the nails as ran his hands over the beaded dress, over his arms,  and more sheepishly, the mounded breasts. With a quick glance to make sure everyone was really gone, he practiced walking in the low heels. They made his hips sway and when he walked back towards the mirror, it felt more natural to put one hand on his newly shaped hip. 

One of Roach’s cigarettes had fallen to the floor. Izzy picked it up and held it between his fingers. The gesture worked well in the mirror. He smiled at her. She smiled back. She pressed play on her phone and listened to the song. Let it move her. Why pretend she didn’t know how to dance? 

After three repetitions, she stopped it and took the cigarette out with her. The show was in full swing with Teal and the Menace doing their new tango number, where they passed a knife back and forth between their lips. 

The Kraken was waiting in the wings and when Raine came close, she was snagged tight to the Kraken’s side again. 

“You don’t have to,”  the whisper came in the dark. “I told Leda already, we could just do another number. No one will...I didn’t think you’d get this far.” 

“I did. I’m here,” Raine said without any hint of tightness or stress. She felt none. She was loose. She was easy. Raine could be easy. “I’m ready.” 

“Fuck me running,” the Kraken laughed without sound. “You’re amazing.” 

“You too. Always.” 

They couldn’t kiss with all the makeup and hair in the way, but Raine felt like they had anyway. 

“And now,” Lucius’ voice rolled over the P.A. system, “a debut act for all of your titillation and adulation. Please give it up for.... Raineeeeeee Daze!” 

The music started and Raine stepped out on stage. The lights were bright. She couldn’t see the audience and that was perfect.  Guitar kicked off and she grabbed the mic, cigarette still in hand. She pretended to take a drag, blowing out imaginary smoke before mouthing into the mic:  

So this ain't the end, I saw you again, today

I had to turn my heart away

The cigarette fell to the stage, ground beneath her heel. 

Smiled like the sun, kisses for everyone

And tales, it never fails

It wasn’t hard to vamp around the stage. Raine had watched a hundred shows at this point, seen dozens of queens. She knew bending backwards as she mouthed the words would bring applause and that shaking her borrowed tits would get hoots and hollers. 

She hadn’t known how good it would feel. The high of applause and shouts. It wasn’t something she’d want to do often, even with the confident front, she could feel herself shying away from the eyes on her. It was too much, the way getting fucked a third time in a night was too much, but also felt unbelievably good.  

At one point, she let all the hair fall over her face and as the music played: ‘You gonna burn, burn, burn, she ran her hand up her leg from ankle to hip then moaned obscenely with the music ‘Ooh, Barracuda’ and threw back her head to excellent effect judging by the audience reaction. 

Right then, Raine knew exactly what she wanted and if she worked fast and right, she could probably even get it. It wasn’t hard to smile at the audience when she was finished or accept the tips. When she stepped into the wings once more, Leda was beaming at her, 

“That was just excellent, darling. I loved every second. You should be a regular.” 

“No way,” Raine told her without pausing to even think about it. “But...maybe an occasional guest spot if you’re in need.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Leda laughed. “We’ll meet you backstage after, help you get everything off.” 

“Mm,” she continued back. There was another number left to go, but Lucius would be done announcing for the night.  

Raine did not take off the dress or the makeup or the wig. She did wiggle out of her pantyhose and then dash out to the bathroom. Then she scrambled to find a pen and paper in Stede’s office, wrote the fastest note she could while keeping legible, before taking off again. 

Lucius was behind the bar, but the Kraken and Leda were still on stage flirting with the audience like they did sometimes after a good show, talking and laughing with the regulars. Perfect. 

Raine slid into a barstool. Not the one one in the dark corner. One in the middle. Lucius turned around from mixing a martini and spotted her. With a grin, he set down the martini (apparently in front of the wrong person, judging by the protests) and planted his elbows on the bar in front of her. 

“That was some show Miss Daze.” 

“Mrs,” she corrected in a throaty contralto. “I’m a married woman.” 

“Are you?” His eyes drifted over her, and yes, that was the familiar heat, not banked by her temporary disguise. Even better. “That’s too bad. Can I get you a drink?” 

“I have a very particular order,” she murmured, reached into her cleavage and pulled out the note, holding it between her two fingers like she had the cigarette. “Do you think you could manage this?” 

Lucius’ eyebrows flew into his hairline, but he took the note.  The air seemed to thicken as he read, her uncertainty cracking through the confidence the dress and the hair gave her. It was only as he folded the note up and made a point of putting it in his front pocket so he could adjust himself that Raine started to breathe again. 

Lucius leaned in, his breath against her lips. “Mrs. Daze, I would be fucking delighted. Green.” 

“Green?” She checked. 

“Very,” his eyes dropped to her lips, then dragged back up to her eyes. Without looking away he called out, “Swede? I’m taking my fifteen.” 

“All right!” 

“You go first, m’am,” Lucius stood up slowly. “We should go separately so we don’t alert your...husband?” 

“We wouldn’t want that,” she agreed. 

She got up and walked across the floor, making sure her hips swayed. Even without the padding, she felt like she still had them. The dress made her feel voluptuous. Sensual. The closet door was discreet. Lucius had pointed it out to her once fondly and now she slipped inside, the cool, astringent dark a welcoming balm after all the lights. A minute later, the door opened again, and her heart pounded in fear, but it was the right man. 

She could tell by his hands on her hips, then his mouth on hers. Why did it feel so different to be held this way? Lucius hadn’t changed, the way he touched her hadn’t either. But his surety did things to her just now. Made her feel even smaller than usual, but in the best kind of way. 

“The things I want to do to you, Mrs. Daze,” Lucius nosed aside her hair to whisper in her ear. “But I know time is of the essence.” 

“Yes,” she breathed out, inclining her neck back, encouraging him to nibble at it. “I’m desperate, you have to help me.” 

“Lucky for you, I know what to do for a desperate woman.” His hands slid down, curling on the edges of her dress and rucking it slowly up her thighs. “Your husband can’t satisfy you?” 

“He does,” she said, not able to throw Stede that far under the bus even if it was all pretend. “But he can’t give me what I really need.” 

“Tell me what you need,” Lucius growled in her ear. 

“I need someone to fuck me so hard that I cry,” she groaned, grinding against him. “I want to feel your cock for the next three days.” 

Lucius bit her neck and Raine moaned.  

Usually, Izzy was silent during their sex. Usually, Lucius set the pace, the tone, the everything really. They both liked that, Lucius having complete control and Izzy yielding without a fight, going deep under into a place of perfect submission. But Raine was different. Raine wanted to dictate things and she wanted to moan and cry out and make a mess. Raine wanted to be a brat. 

“Can you handle me?” Raine challenge. “Or are you just another young buck with a big fucking ego?” 

“I can handle you,” Lucius’ voice dropped an entire octave. “And my ego isn’t what you have to worry about being big.” 

He got his hands under her thighs and managed to lift her for just long enough to set her on top of a low bookcase that was cramped with cleaning supplies. Then he yanked so she was teetering just on the edge. 

“Prove it,” she fired back and Lucius’ eyes glittered in the dark.

She heard his zipper come down and the sound raced over her nerve endings. When he slid his hands up her thighs and under her dress it was like it was the first time he’d ever touched her. When he encountered no underwear, his breath caught. 

“You expecting someone?” Lucius asked her roughly, fingers digging into her ass. 

“I told you I didn’t have time to fuck around,” she goaded. “So I did your work for you.”

“I could’ve done that. Gotten you wet for me,” he bent her leg up, pressed a biting kiss to the inside of her knee. “Maybe next time.” 

“You assume they’ll be a next time.” 

A sting slap hit her thigh and she cried out. Another caught her ass and she arched into it. 

“Mouthy thing,” he growled. “You want more?” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed. 

He did dare. He rained down three heavy blows that left her skin stung and warm. 

“You better shut up, Mrs. Daze or we’re going to get the wrong kind of attention.” 

“Make me,” she hitched her heels up his back. 

He didn’t say another word, just palmed her open and then his cock was at her hole. 

“Green?” Lucius asked. 

“Green,” she said quickly. 

Then he was pushing in. The prep she’d done had been a little slap dash, so the cry she let out was genuine and full of delicious agony. He slid into the hilt, inexorable and strong, holding her hips tight. When he was fully seated, they both panted for a moment, breath intermingling. The music outside pumped out loud enough that she could feel the beat in her shoulders where they were pressed against the wall.

No one would hear. 

Lucius rolled his hips once and she moaned, eyes rolling up into her head. She dug in her heels. 

“Give it to me,” she demanded. 

“Careful what you ask for.” His grip tightened. 

“I know what I want.” 

He pulled almost all the way back out and then slammed back into her and she threw back her head and yelled out. She reached out to grip his biceps, nails biting into his shirt. He did it again and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. Again and they fell along with her last inhibition. Her moans were wanton, her demands bubbling out of her: harder, faster, more.... 

And Lucius delivered. His grip was iron as he pounded into her, sharp, staccato strokes broken up with brutally long ones, that ground into her. He grunted with effort, the sound counterpoint to her moans and the slap of their skin coming together. 

It was freeing to be loud, almost as much as to be silent. The thought was the last one she had before Lucius ramped up somehow, finding another gear, and any attempt to think was dashed to pieces. Her entire world was narrowed down to his hands on her hips, his cock thrusting into her with a series of wet sucking sounds. 

He came hard, burying himself in her and she clung to him through it, gasping as pulled out. 

“You didn’t come,” he said, carelessly as if he barely cared. 

“You didn’t make me come,” she hissed. “If you want to do this again, you’ll finish the job.”

He leaned in and bit her neck, worrying a bit of skin between his teeth until she cried out. “You want to come, you’ll take what I give you.” 

“Then give me something worth having,” she spat. 

He pulled out of her and then replaced his cock with three fingers. She gasped as his teeth sunk deeper into her neck. He pulled back just to lick once over the mark he’d made as he cruelly spread his fingers inside of her, opening her wet hold even wider. 

“Is that what you wanted?” He slid in a fourth finger and tears really did start to fall from her eyes. “You can’t stand not being filled up, can you? No wonder you need more than your husband. I could call in every dick in this place and it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you, would it?” 

“No,” she denied even as she pressed back against his fingers. “Just you. Right now. Just you.” 

“Damn right.” Lucius dropped to his knees, his fingers jarring inside her, but not withdrawing. If anything he was somehow getting them deeper. 

Then his mouth was on her cock and Raine sobbed in relief. He sucked her in, close wet heat. With every bob of his head, he fucked his fingers in and out of her. She didn’t know which way to rut, against the heady intrusion or into the warm, wet welcome of his mouth. In the end she didn’t have to choose because Lucius gave her both until she was spilling onto his mouth with a moan that ratched up an entire octave. 

After, they both sat in silence for a minute. Lucius carefully withdrew and Raine winced at the wet mess. But then there was something wet and cold pressed against her. 

“Just a wipe,” Lucius said softly. “Have this place pretty well stocked.” 

“Love a prepared man,” she exhaled shakily. She was cleaned up and then he was out of reach, presumably taking care of himself. “All right?” 

“Yeah, very alright. You okay?” 

“Very,” she assured him. “That was...I don’t know.” 

“It was new,” he agreed. “You don’t have to know right now. We can talk about it later. Maybe in the morning.” 

“Yeah.” In the morning when the dress, the wig and the makeup was long gone. That would be good. “Kiss me?” 

He did, even as he smoothed her dress back down her thighs and righted her wig a little. 

“Proud of you,” Lucius told her. “Getting up there, doing all that. And this. Asking for what you wanted. Pretty big stuff.” 

“Yeah,” she exhaled. “Yeah it was. Thanks.” 

“Can I still call you storm cloud when you’re like this?” 

“Why the fuck do you think I picked the name to begin with?” 

“You’re such a romantic,” Lucius said fondly and kissed her again. “Come on, let’s get you back to your wives before they come looking.” 

The interlude in the closet had felt like hours, but when they stepped back into the bar, no one had moved much. The Kraken was sitting on the edge of the stage, talking to someone and Leda was dancing with the Menace. No one had missed them. 

“Wow, okay,” Lucius laughed, looking at her. “Uh...let’s go to the dressing room and pretend I started talking your makeup off already.” 

“Why?” she frowned. 

“Because you’ve got mascara running down your cheeks and lipstick absolutely everywhere.” 

“Oh,” she scrutinized him. “You’ve got lipstick...everywhere too.” 

“Lucky for you, I know how to deal with that.” 

She snagged the Kraken’s chair and Lucius grabbed one of the communal boxes of makeup wipes. There was some other things too, cold cream and whatnot, but the end result was that when the Menace and Roach strolled back in, all they found was Raine scrubbing glue out her eyebrows. Lucius was already back behind the bar. 

“Great show,” the Menace said with a hint of warmth. 

“I sent the whole thing to Frenchie,  he’s going to be pissed that he missed it,” Roach slapped Raine on the shoulder. “Pretty good debut.” 

“Thanks.” 

“You like it?” The Menace asked. 

“It was all right. Kind of like skydiving. Good skill to have, fun once and a while, but I’m not looking to make it a regular thing.” 

“Fair,” Roach nodded. 

The Kraken and Leda came back in with Teal. The Kraken scowled at Raine in her chair, but then gently helped her get the wig and wig cap off. With those gone, it was just Izzy again, except in a dress. 

A dress that probably needed to get to a dry cleaners. He let Leda unzip him, but stepped back to remove it and drop it discreetly in the bag that Lucius used for Leda and the Kraken’s laundry. He’d take care of it. It wasn’t a secret, but he didn’t want to broadcast it to the rest of them. Instead, he got back in his street clothes and wound up helping Leda de-drag. 

“I don’t feel like waiting until we get home,” she explained mildly, but her eyes dropped to his neck where there was probably a hell of a hickey forming. “I’m guessing you’re...tired.” 

“No,” he countered. “Being up there...dunno. I get why you two stay up so late sometimes. Feel really awake. Like I had a pot of coffee injected into my veins.”

“Is that so,” and Leda had left the building. That was Stede eyeing Izzy up with hunger. 

They did not linger at the bar that night. Eddy had picked up the scent in the air or maybe just also spotted the hickey. They bracketed him all the way home, talking idly about his debut, about a dozen other things, but Stede and Eddy’s hands were all over him. Touching, testing. Interested. 

He had absolutely no complaints about the night that followed. Even though he really couldn’t get it up again, he could definitely still enjoyed getting slowly fucked by Stede even (or because of) as sore as he was,  and sucking Eddy off with all the adoration she deserved. 

If he slept unusually late the next morning, he figured that was his right. He still woke up with Eddy smeared over him and Stede’s heartbeat steady under his hand. His body ached in the best way. Later, he’d call Lucius and they’d talk about the new things they’d discovered. For now though, he lay awake between his spouses and idly thought over music. 

Raine could probably kill “Take it Off” by the Donnas.

[yourboredcuck]

Pikmin 4 Cuckview

Pikmin 4 - A breath of fresh air amidst a stench of mediocrity and greed

Intro:

This intro is ass. It likes to pause the player every 5 seconds to either explain gameplay features or shove the story that no one cares about in your face. Super lame. A better approach would be to ask players if they have played a Pikmin game before? And then just allow them to skip the intro.

Time/Day Cycles:

This game has the least urgency in the entire series. There is no overarching day limit such as in Pikmin 1 & 2. So you can spend 1000 days exploring and no one cares if Olimar dies of starvation. Not having an urgency is a double edged spoon. On one hand if you suck you aren’t punished and on the other you are not incentivized to be efficient and there is no overarching tension that made Pikmin 1 a horror title.

Difficulty: 

Just like my cak this game doesn’t get very hard. You’d have to make the game more challenging for yourself by either speedrunning it or trying not to lose Pikmin. Also they skimped out on the bosses. They are mostly just returning bosses and not even the grandiose ones from Pikmin 3. 

Controls & Features:

Overall the controls work well and have enough variety in features such as charging all your Pikmin in at once and Oatchi partner commands.

There’s a feature where when you send out all your Pikmin of one type it changes to the next type. Unfortunately it does this when you are underwater and you can’t use other types so when the blues come back to you they are not selected and they get killed. 

There is this Moss chubber that attacks you in one of the stages. It's an interesting idea, but she eventually respawns after knocking her out. Reminds me of Mr X from Resident Evil 2 Remake. POS always seems to snipe me at the end of the day and then I actually have to use the baby-mode rewind feature because she’s a cheap bastard just waiting to cuck me right at the end of the day.

Content:

This definitely feels like a full game. Which is nice to see in the world of microtransactions. Overall the level design is good and doesn’t overstay its welcome. Some of the underground areas seem a bit sameish. Some points feel kind of like a super mario maker/dungeon maker. This is exaggerated later in the game during a multi-sequence dungeon.

Spoilers I guess: They added a homage remake of Pikmin 1’s campaign where you get to play as Olimar and collect 30 ship parts in a 15 day time limit. It’s not the same as the original, but allows for the use of Pikmin 4 features and is really cool to see as they really didn’t need to do this.

After you complete the game you get 10 extra challenge levels which are actually not always doable first try. It makes you really think about optimum routing and using both players, unlike the main story where you can practically do whatever you like.

NPCs and Side missions:

There are heaps of NPCs this time around compared to other Pikmin games, each of which has their associated side missions, unfortunately they are more like milestones which most players would achieve just by playing the game. These are a shallow attempt to add more characters and fullness to the game, but unfortunately just falls flat. The dialogue is a skipfest and just interrupts the flow of the game. The game even has the audacity to have a message log when talking to NPCs - in case you missed something. Don’t kid yourself game coz: If I missed dialogue, I assure you I did it on purpose.

You spend the game saving these NPC castaway characters, but they each and everyone of them does fuck all. Why aren’t they going with you on expeditions? “Yo we need to save Captain Olimar” meanwhile they all just stay at base and take a fat shit.

Quick Summary:

This game was pretty nice. A little too easy, but I guess I don’t have to get mad at the game to enjoy it. Some annoying things like the lock-on, path finding and NPCs won’t stfu. But great Pikmin action to be had. Pikmin is an underlooked series and you should play it you dweeb 🙂

[erodasfishtacos]

do you think MLB h would be at the all star game @ coors field rn looking fine as hell 👀

umm yes. last one of the night. i like this one 😌

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When they announce his name in the stadium of nearly 100,000 people, he strides up to the stage with a cocky smile and unbothered strut.

He stands up there with them as they introduce all eight, give them a fist bump as they’re all a little nervous to play against one of the most arguable best players in history.

For the first round, Harry has a wide, arrogant smirk as he hits home run after home run until the buzzer is ringing.

He knocked the first person out 27 to 19. Easy as fucking cake.

There’s a cute moment when they break so the other players can set up for their turn and the cameras focus on YN and the kids.

YN and all the kids are in matching jerseys for their dad. Easton and Cash, of course, are making funny faces at the camera. Ezra nuzzles his face shyly into his mother’s side to hide. Briar is just relaxing a sling on her mum’s chest.

The announcer echoes through the stadium, “In the audience, we have recording-breaking Harry Styles’ family tonight. Three boys and a fairly new baby girl.”

The second announcer chimes in, “Yeah, I don’t know if the crowd knows this but he’s been with his wife since sophomore year of college, pre-major leagues.”

“Worked out well for her, huh? I gotta say that those three boys look like little clones of their father,” The one chuckles as Easton and Cash dance around as Ezra continues to hide.

“I agree, hopefully they can play like him too,” The other adds.

Nobody in the crowd misses how Harry’s eyes twinkle as he looks at the mega screen while his family is displayed.

A interviewer with a microphone steps over to the family, she puts the object down at the kids level, “Are you guys excited to see your dad play?”

Easton puts his mouth much too close, YN pulls him back a bit, “Yeah, he’s gonna win ‘cause he’s the best out there!”

Cash squeezes in next to him, “He’s gonna kick ass!”

YN smacks her hand against her forehead with embarrassment as Harry barks out a loud laugh on the field - watching so fucking fondly.

Easton sneaks back in, “He’s not suppose to say that!”

The crowd is cracking up, the woman pushes the mic towards Ezra who is eyeing it up curiously, hesitantly he leans forward and squeals, “I love my daddy.”

The whole stadium erupts in laughs and coos at how cute the little one is.

Harry is holding back a laugh as he blows them a few kisses, god - his babies were fucking perfect.

The second round is just as good for Styles which really shouldn’t be a surprise, everyone knew he had this competition in the bag.

Afterwards, he points up at his wife, and mouths, “this is all for you, mama.”

And like…how does every girl not fall for this man?

Well they do and they are green with envy of YN.

After the buzzer rings on the third round and the crowd explodes with cheers and claps of Harry’s victory.

Well, he just keeps the cocky ass smile like he knew he was going to win the whole time and when the first interviewer chases up to him, he gives an answer as such.

“Harry! How do you feel about winning The Homerun Derby?” He presses a mic into close to his face.

With a shit-eating grin, he shrugs and lazily says, “S’not really a surprise I won, y’know?”

And that’s also why some many people hate him.

“Do you see yourself coming back next year to play again?”

“I totally would as long as the other players coming in are okay with losing,” Harry flashes him a confident squint before a small human then another are nearly toppling him over.

Little chants of ‘Daddy!’ as Easton and Cash tug as his baseball pants, he squat down, “Y’have fun watching, my loves?”

“Did you win?” Cash shouts excitedly, having no idea of what actually was going on as he looks around with wide eyes.

Then there is another squeak of, “Daddy! Missed you!”

Ezra is motioning for his father to pick him up.

Harry chuckles with adoration, scooping his son up onto his hip, “Hi, my lil’ lovebug. Y’like watchin’ daddy play?”

He nods, laying his head on his father’s shoulder, and YN appears with a drowsy Briar, safe and warm in the soft sling.

“Good job, baby-“

“Oi! Get your fuckin’ cameras out of my kid’s faces!” Harry bellows angrily when a photographer gets too close to Easton and Cash.

“Just taking some pictures, bro,” The guy mumbles with embarrassment before backing up.

“And I said to back the fuck away from my children, bro,” He repeats firmly, bring his boys closer to his body.

Briar is blinking curiously up at her father, he can’t help but lean forward and coos, “Hi, m’gorgeous girl.”

She smiles a toothless grin up at him and he is instantly taking the carrier from YN, and slipping the sling over his own chest.

It’s quite comical to see Harry Styles - best player in the league, winner of the derby - toting a infant around in a polka sling as he talks to interviewers.

When he gets sick of the questions, he shrugs and says, “M’sorry guys, the baby say she’s done with interviews for the night.”

Then he just trots off.

When he finally has a moment with his wife, she presses a soft kiss to his lips, “I am so so proud of you, baby.”

He steals a few more slow ones, smiling against her lips when he feels Briar tugging at a button on his jersey, “S’all to impress you, mama.”

“I’m impressed. Best baseball player, best husband, best dad…” she trails off sweetly, rubbing a bit of dirt from his cheek.

“Don’t make me get emotional,” He laughs with a few watery tears welling in his eyes as he quickly scrubs them away.

“I love you,” She murmurs, eyes sincere and devoted.

“I love you more than anythin’,” Harry tells her seriously, “None of this means anything without you, mama.”

[yostresswritinggirl]

@butterfly-mochi​ Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble one: you’ve seen jungkook get angry, but this is the first time he’s ever let it out on you.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, more fluff than anything

tags: @thebeebi​ @miinoongi​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @bluesharksandfish​ @unicornbabylover​ @ayujaded​

Jungkook steps down from the stage after performing Euphoria, aggressively throwing his towel against the wall in anger.

"FUCK!" He yells loudly in frustration, startling some of the staff as hot tears starting to spill down his cheeks. It's been a long time since Jungkook felt unsatisfied with a performance. He was so, so unsatisfied because of a small mistake only he could notice, however, it was big enough to shoot him down. All he wanted was to put up a good performance for the fans, for the people that paid money to watch them here, and he felt like such a fucking failure not meeting his end of it.

"Kookie, what's wrong?" Hobi follows after him when he sees the anger clear as day on his face, tears still coming down as his nose was beginning to turn red.

"Nothing." He mumbles as he shuts himself into a private room backstage and slams the door loudly that it echoes through the hallway.

"What just happened?" You ask Hobi as you jog over, unable to catch Jungkook right away since you had been busy getting Jimin ready for his solo performance. "He needs to get ready."

"He's pissed. I think he messed up and he's taking it pretty hard."

"Messed up?" You were confused because you had no clue what he was talking about. You caught the performance as much as possible, and you didn't hear one fucked up note or see one fucked up step.

"You know him." Is all Hobi says, making you sigh.

"Go get touched up, I'll go see what's up with him."

"He's in there." Hobi nods towards a room before he's jogging back to the chaos in the group dressing room. You silently walk over to the door, giving it three soft knocks before leaning closer to listen for any movement.

"I'll be out in a fucking second, can you wait?!" He yells, which catches you by surprise because you definitely haven't see him this angry since the night him and Jimin fought at the dorm and to be quite honest, you're still learning how to handle angry Jungkook. You open the door and peek your head through, hoping he could simmer once he sees it's you.

But he doesn't, and that's what fucking sucks.

He looks at you, and it breaks your heart seeing him cry. Your face softens as you try to come closer but you jump back when he suddenly gets up to walk towards the other side of the room to create some distance. You stay put to watch him, his back is facing towards you with his hands pressed firmly against his hips.

"Not now, Y/N."

"Babe, I just—"

"Did you not just hear me? Not now. So please go." You almost flinch at his tone, the way he delivers his statement.

"Jungkook, please let me in. Let me make it better." You come behind him, hand gently grabbing at his shoulder. For a second, you feel him ease up, but it doesn't last long before his walls are coming back up. He moves out of your grip and walks away from you while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was such a stupid mistake." He says softly.

"Baby, whatever it was, it was a tiny mistake because we didn't even—" I guess this was your first lesson in dealing with angry Jungkook— choose your words wisely. Jungkook is such a perfectionist that he's incredibly hard on himself when it comes to things like this. No mistake is ever tiny to him. It all becomes a huge deal because he just wants to keep people happy. He wants to make sure he can follow through.

"See, you don't even get it." He snaps at you.

"Excuse me? Are you serious right now, Jungkook?" You cross your arms and scoff at him.

"That wasn't just a tiny mistake Y/N!" His tone slightly raises. "It was a huge deal for me!" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah well, you really aren't making this any fucking better. So just go, okay?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, he looks at you and instantly regrets it when he catches a small frown forming at the corner of your lips. "Shit, baby—"

"No, you know what? I might not understand right off the bat but I was gonna do my best to try and do so because I wanna do what I can to be there for you." You throw your hands up in defeat. "But fine, Jungkook. If that's how you wanna be, then go ahead and fucking shut me out." You fire back, annoyed that he's giving you hella attitude when your only intention was to support him.

"Y/N—" He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it out of his grip.

"Get yourself ready, you have 10 mins before you need to be back on stage." You avoid eye contact and slam the door shut.

"Fuuuuuck." Jungkook groans and hits the chair before letting out a deep sigh and making his way back to the group. When he gets back to the room, he sees you assisting Jin, your bottom lip tucked under your top lip while you bit onto it. He can see Jin's mouth moving and your head nodding, but he can't really make out the conversation with all the noise and chaos going on.

Fuck, he fucked up. All he wanted to do was tell you how sorry he was for snapping at you and for letting his anger out on you that way.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jin asks you softly, his eyes full of concern when he catches your wet lashes. He can tell you had just been crying, and has a good sense of why.

"Kook is being a meanie." Jin chuckles as you fix his shirt.

"He gets like that when he isn't happy with himself."

"I'm only trying to help though."

"I know, and I'll give him a good ass-whooping later for treating you like that."

"God, he's so mean when he's pissed like that. I've never had to personally deal with angry Jungkook like this."

"He pushes everyone away and doesn't know any better, but he'll learn from this. Let him. He needs to understand that he can't take his feelings out on you like that just because you're his girlfriend."

"Thank you." You softly say as you finish rolling the lint roller across his broad shoulders.

"Of course." Jin winks. "Cheer up." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before he's rushing out with the rest of the boys.

The rest of the night is quiet between you and Jungkook, mainly because you're doing your best to 'let him learn' and avoid him even though it was the hardest thing to do. He had tried to subtly grab your attention every now and then, but you brushed it off and paid no mind to it. Halfway through, he had realized he just needed to give you space. Every part of you wanted to cling onto him like a koala and tell him how frustratingly and annoyingly cute he was, but there was also a small part that was still upset at the shit he said. You were still hurt at how easy it was for him to lash out on you like that, let alone push you away when he wasn't feeling his best.

Once the show was over and you and the staff had done a great deal of cleaning up, you finally headed home in one of the staff cars, the boys already back at the hotel resting up and eating. You quietly make your way to your room on the same floor as the boys, hearing their laughter erupting from one of the rooms down the hallway. At the front of your door was a small box of fried chicken wings and a bag of radishes, most likely from Jungkook. You normally ordered room service or grabbed Kook's leftovers, moreso cause you were too tired from the day to even think about eating a huge meal. You let out a small sigh, grabbing the box as you walk in and set it on the table. You take a quick shower, lathering up in some lotion before throwing on Jungkook's longsleeve.

Technically, you weren't allowed to sleep in Jungkook's room and he wasn't allowed in yours, but your boyfriend always does what he wants and never plays by the rules in the book [as we've learned]. He always finds a way to sneak over, texting you right as he gets to your door and slipping out bright and early the next morning. It was some high school shit, but you genuinely understood wholeheartedly why they tried to keep that rule in place during the tour.

Jungkook is just always gonna be stubborn though, which is why you hear him knocking loudly as if it wasn't getting late.

"Y/N." He keeps his forehead against the door. You sit still in absolute silence until he speaks again. "Babygirl, I'm sorry. Please let me in." You continue to sit in silence, a little torn on whether or not you should let him in or let him be for the night. Were you too quick if you were to let him in? I mean, the fight wasn't huge, but it was still enough to sting. "Baaaaby." He whines.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung whispers harshly. "You're gonna get in trouble." Jungkook keeps his forehead against your door and simply lifts a hand to Taehyung to prevent him from going on any further.

"Fuck it."

"Jungkookie, go back—" Kook points down the hallway, forehead still pressed against your door like a child on timeout.

"You go back. I'm fine here." Taehyung silently chuckles to himself before crossing his arms and retreating back to his room, listening to the repeated, soft "y/n's" and "baby's" coming from Jungkook.

When you realize he isn't going to leave, and you sure as hell don't want him to get in trouble, you sigh and get up from the bed to open the door for your man. You turn the knob and slightly pull back just enough to open your door and let him do the rest. You head back to your bed, not turning behind you when you hear him walk in and shut your door. He quietly comes into your view, but you continue to sit criss-crossed on your bed, scrolling through your phone while the TV was providing some background noise.

Okay, you might have been acting like a level 10 brat, but he hurt your feelings when you were only trying to help.

"Hmmm, baby." He whines and pouts as he climbs onto the bed and rests his chin on your leg. When you still don't pay him any mind, he sucks on his teeth and gently puts your phone down so you have no choice but to look at him. "Baby, I'm sorry." He sits up, his hand gently caressing your thigh.

"Do you even know what you're sorry for?"

"I was being mean. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you like that."

"You sure were being a meanie." You slightly pout, causing him to sigh in regret. He never, never wanted to hurt you. Yet, one quick moment of vulnerability and the first thing he does is hurt you.

God, he felt like a dumbass.

"Babygirl, fuck. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just being stupid." He sits next to you and pats the open space in between his legs for you to fill. You quietly climb in between, allowing him to hug you from behind and plant kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.

"Kook, are you always gonna push me away like that? Especially on days where you don't feel your best? When you don't feel satisfied with yourself? Cause if that's the case— how are we gonna work if you won't let me in?"

"No baby, no. I just— Fuck, honestly. I don't know. I felt so insecure over the smallest thing. I made it a big deal for no reason. I just wanted to look good for the fans. For you. I wanted you and everyone else to be proud." You slightly turn and cup his cheek, Kook leaning into it and pressing a kiss against your palm.

"They are so, so proud of you. Always. The fans, the boys, the staff. Me. You are so hardworking and dedicated to your craft. You are the most talented person I know." You sigh. "What really happened out there?"

"I messed up a note. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice and trip on the next dance move."

"There's always going to be room for improvement, babe. But that will never change the fact that your fans and the people around you adore you. They will love you, flaws and all." He looks at you before lifting your chin with his finger and placing a soft peck on your lips. He never used to care about how people looked at him, still doesn't. But when it comes to his performances, his singing, dancing— he's very particular and wants nothing but to please people. He just didn't know how to stop being so hard on himself, where to place boundaries. He didn't know how to differentiate between big and small mistakes.

"I love you." He whispers, thumb gently caressing your chin before placing another kiss against your lips. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry for being mean to you earlier. I never meant to hurt you or push you away."

"And I'm sorry for being a brat back." He chuckles. "I love you, too."

"Deserved it, I'll let it slide." You giggle as he hugs you tightly, playfully kissing you everywhere that he possibly can. "I missed you."

"You saw me all night."

"I saw you, but you didn't come close to me."

"Which you deserved."

"Which I deserved." He nods in agreement. "Now I just wanna shower my baby in kisses." He continues to pepper you with soft kisses. "By the way, did you get the chicken?"

"Yeah, thank you." You smile at him.

"You have more?" Your smile instantly fades while you push yourself off of him and hop off the bed.

"You came here for my chicken?!"

"No! Obviously I came here to make things right and apologize." You bite onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smirking. "Just thought I could get a little bonus and snag your leftovers, you know?" His doe eyes were wide, lips slightly pouty. "Soooo, let me see what's in that box." He looks at the chicken box behind you and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Unbelievable." You joke as he lifts you up from the legs and gently [not really] throws you back onto the bed before running to your chicken box. "Jungkook! I will whoop your ass if you touch my chicken." He scrunches his nose, bunny smile coming into full view as he places a finger on top of your box. "Ugh!" You throw a pillow at him.

"Oh, so you wanna get fiesty? I'll show you fiesty." He rushes back onto the bed, tickling you into the sheets.

"You started it!"

"And I'm gonna finish it." He stares at you as you lay beneath him. "Off with your clothes, sweetheart." He whispers into your ear, causing you to squeal.

[quixotic-writer]

Truth or Truth?

Request: Anon

Summary: Q and Sal are in a double punishment. Q is hooked up to a lie detector and is forced to answer questions about his relationship with his girlfriend who just so happens to be Sal’s sister. Whether he likes it or not, the truth will be revealed.

Warning: Smut ahead!

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“Well, seems both Sal and Q have lost the episode.” Murr announces to the cameras with absolute joy that for once he wasn’t the one being miserably punished. Sal and Q nod their heads in defeat and chuckle out of fear of what awaits them on the stage beyond the curtain of the theatre they were stationed at for the day.

“Which means a double punishment is out there waiting for you guys.” Joe says with an equal level of glee as Murr.

“Can we just get to it now, I'm sweating buckets and I just wanna get this over with.” Sal says as he wipes his hands on the sides of his pants to rid his palms of the sweat that was building up.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get you guys out on that stage!” The two men are laughing as the other two did as they were instructed. There on the stage were two chairs. One of those chairs was next to a table filled with wires and equipment, the other had rope surrounding it. Sal and Q both look at each other with eyebrows raised in question of the curious set up. “Sal you will be taking the chair on the left, Q you get the chair on the right next to that machine we’ll get you hooked up to.” The minute he heard the phrase ‘get you hooked up,’ Q knew exactly what the boys had in store.

He complied without saying anything, it was a punishment after all and it’s not like he could evacuate or run away anywhere. He watched as Sal was sat in his chair and tied up good and well to it.

“Guys I thought this was a double punishment. Why am I just being tied to a chair and Q getting hooked up to a lie detector test? What are you gonna do? Ask him how many times he’s fantasized about fictional women while jacking off?” Sal laughs. Little did he know what the guys had in store for this special use of the lie detector test.

“So our buddy Q here has been dating Sal’s sister – (Y/N) – for quite a while now.” Joe said with a toothy grin on his face. They watched as Sal’s face dropped immediately to shock and disgust.

“So we’ve hooked Q up to a lie detector test and we’ll be asking him a few questions about their relationship.” Both Murr and Joe were laughing. “But wait! It gets better!”

“There’s only one audience member besides us here.” When the lights brightened slightly, rows of chairs could be made out now in their line of vision, and so could the one solitary audience member sitting front and center: (Y/N).

“That’s Sal’s sister!” Murr says with jubilation. You could watch the color completely drain from Sal and Q’s face.

“That’s right Sal, you have to look at your sister and your best friend as we ask all these questions and you have to hear the honest truth about it all no matter how dirty.” Sal was freaking out wanting to break free of the constraints that bound him to the chair. He was begging and pleading for anything else as the two winners of the episode were laughing at his fruitless pleas. Q had his face in his hands and his face was regaining its color in only a single shade. He was red as a fire engine knowing exactly where this was about to go. He lifted his head slightly to be met with the eyes of his lover. She sheepishly waved with a smile and he did the same.

“There’s no escaping or compromising a punishment Sal, you lost and this is what you get!” Sal had stopped thrashing and now had his eyes set on the ceiling staring off into nothing. “Let’s start with the first question!”

“Let’s start easy: Have you ever kissed her,” Q huffed as his eyebrows furrowed together. What a silly question, “With tongue?” And there was the searing bit and his expression was wiped clean off of his face.

~

It was early on in their dating days, they decided on a movie night at Q’s place. It was warm and cozy, intimate and serene. She had her head resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her, holding her in close so that he could be closer to each and every piece of her. Because they were together for only a short time at that moment, Q feared making moves as to not upset her and cause a rift between him and Sal. It was already hard enough getting Sal warmed up to them, it would make things worse if he accidentally made a move she wasn’t comfortable with and Sal would have even more reason to disapprove of what they had going on. So while he seemed relaxed, he was actually freaking out on the inside.

That’s when their eyes locked on each other, her hand was placed gently on his cheek as she smiled and started inching in closer. Her hand was moving in closer and he went with it, seeing as all the signals were there and he was given the green light. Their lips met and he could taste the popcorn on her lips, he went in for another, and another. She felt addicting, he loved it and wanted more. That’s when her tongue traced along his lips, he hesitated.

“Don’t be so stiff B. I know you want more.” She whispered against his lips. She was right, that’s when things started getting heated. He brought her onto his lap, she was then straddling him and their lips met with each other once again, parted and allowed their tongues to intertwine. He could taste her so much better and he knew he was in deep.

The rest of that evening was truly memorable.

~

“Y-yes.” He answered honestly.

“He’s telling the truth.” The polygraph reader spoke as he watched the readings carefully. Sal’s face contorted in disgust as laughter echoed through the theatre.

“Next question: Have you done it on Sal’s bed or in his house?” Q squeezes his eyes shut.

“Brian I swear, you better think long and hard about how you answer this. You have house sat for me many times. If you say yes.”

~

Sal was away on a comedy tour and to go visit his mom. Q was handed the responsibility to watch over his house and make sure that everything was kept clean. Sal stated that he didn’t mind if he stayed the night at his place if he ever drank or if he just felt like it, so long as everything was kept in proper order when he came back. That much Q could do. He never said anything about his girlfriend being over as well.

It started as it always did: chilling out in the living room. They were playing Mario Kart together and the competition was getting heated. Nothing made Q happier than having a girlfriend he could play video games with, especially competitively. Both of them already started playing a little dirty, bumping each other playfully, blocking their view of the screen during important jumps, and so on. They were having the time of their life until she took things a step further.

As they were on their second lap, she sat on Q’s lap and started circling her hips. Q had a hard time focusing on the screen now that something else began to catch his interest. She kept going and she could feel him starting to grow hard under her. He bit his lip to not moan and show weakness and focused as much of his attention on the screen as best as he could.

“(Y/N). T-that’s cheating. You play… Dirty.” She had her eyes on the screen and now added noises as she gyrated her hips.

In the end, Q crossed the finish line first and ended up winning.

“Well, B. Looks like you won.” She said with a devilish smirk on her face, “I guess you’ve earned yourself a prize.” She slithers down to her knees and settles between Q’s legs as he sits on the couch. She pulls down his pants along with his boxers as his member throbs in front of her eyes. Q’s lips are already parted as his breath hitches at the sight before him. She licks her lips and immediately takes him as far into her mouth as she could. He lets out a low groan as his eyes close to take in the sensation.

“Fucking hell baby.” He says as his hand goes to the back of her head as his hips start to work and fuck her mouth. He was already aching for release as she was grinding against him, so his inevitable end was already building up like a skyscraper. “(Y/N). Sweetheart. God. You’re gonna make me cum.” He was at the edge of absolute euphoria, he had control of her as he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her faster up and down his cock until he shoved her down and released in her mouth. “Swallow.” He commanded, and she did exactly that. All evidence of his climax gone. He pulls her up for a kiss before lifting her and allowing his feet to carry them to where he would now be staying for the night: Sal’s room.

~

“Do I really have to answer this one?” Q asked as he began sweating profusely as he remembered each sensation pertaining to his answer.

“Hurry up and answer! You’ve never had problems talking about your sex life before tough guy.” Joe criticizes.

“No.” A blatant lie and they all probably knew. This answer was proven false after the polygraph interpreter stated so. Sal was glaring at Q and Q dared not make eye contact at that moment.

“You guys have ravaged my house for a punishment before, but SEX in MY HOUSE?!?! Not only that but WITH MY SISTER?!” Q wanted nothing more than just to disappear.

“Next question. Oh this one's good!” Q closed his eyes again, bracing himself for the next question, “Had she ever called you daddy?” His cheeks felt like they were on fire now. “Not like how you refer to yourself when talking about your cats either. You know exactly how we mean it.”

~

The room was filled with the sounds of the bed frame squeaking and moans eliciting from open mouths along with steamy breath that stuck to their skin. Q was thrusting his hips roughly into her as she raked her nails down his back, leaving her own mark on him.

“You like that baby? Like when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her words felt like they were being forced out of her with each snap of his hips as he hit just the right spots to drive her crazy.

“Yes, what?” He asked her as he slowed to an agonizing pace. She wrapped her legs around him to try and speed things up, bringing him in closer despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything until that one word was uttered. “C’mon (Y/N). Let me hear it. Yes, what?” His hot breath fell in her ear and sent chills through her and she could feel her clit throb as she bit her lip and moaned at the authoritative tone.

“Yes daddy.” His hips picked right back up as the familiar sound of skin on skin began to echo once again in the room. “Fuck I love it when you fuck me like this. Harder. Please, daddy.” Each time she said it, it brought him closer and closer to climax.

“God I love when you call me that sweetheart.” He licked his thumb and began rubbing circles around her clit as he continued working his hips against hers. Whining as she felt her climax begin to wash over her, Q wasn’t that far behind as he began to grunt and moan with each thrust as he felt her tremble beneath him. “Gonna cum baby, you’re so perfect.”

~

Q wondered if the air conditioning in the place was even on. If it was, they needed to crank it if not his shirt was sure to be drenched in sweat by the time this punishment was over.

“Uuuh.”

“Not an answer buddy.” Q really didn’t want to answer this. He could feel Sal’s gaze boring holes into him. He knew how his best friend felt about his relationship which is why he never said a thing about their sex life like he had with previous relationships. He respected Sal that way and always made sure to treat his sister well. But the pickle he was in now was making this dynamic extremely difficult.

“I uuh.” He was choking on words. There was no sense in lying, but maybe, just maybe if he believed hard enough he could trick the lie detector into believing he was telling the truth. He took a breath, said over and over in his head that he was telling the truth, steadied himself, and “no.” He tried saying it with honest conviction.

“A lie.” Yup. He definitely wanted to crawl in a hole now. All three of the other men were hollering at the answer. Q looked at (Y/N) and she was just as red as he was but she was laughing. He wasn’t sure how she could be laughing at this moment, but for some reason it put him slightly at ease knowing that this wasn’t torture for her like it was for him.

“Okay last question Q.” Sal had been mostly silent for the last few minutes and Q just knew that Sal wanted him dead or something else. He was lucky there were restraints holding him back because god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t. Q was mentally bracing himself for something absolutely revolting that he would have to answer for, something that would really make Sal lose his mind. Dildos, sneaking off on tour together to have sex, road head, he was ready to answer for it and face the consequences. “Do you love her?”

~

It was early in the morning and sun peered through the windows of his house. As he opened his eyes, there she was. Her eyes closed and her breathing steady, all the cats were curled up around her and all were surprisingly still asleep as well. She was dreaming and he knew it. Seeing her so peacefully asleep made him happy. It wasn’t only that. It was knowing she was happily asleep in his bed, next to him that made his heart flutter and burst with joy. Waking up and seeing her was unlike anything he’s ever felt.

He crawled out of bed carefully. In the kitchen he began to cook up some breakfast for them and also to feed the needy little kittens. As he was at the stove, he heard her shuffle in. He looked over his shoulder and saw her, eyes hooded and still half asleep, a little smile tugging at her lips, hair covering most of her face. She was just the most beautiful person ever and he couldn’t think otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” He says with a smile on his face, voice still groggy from waking up.

“Mornin’ B.” She made her way over and hugged him from behind, leaning on him as she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply smelling his morning musk and the food that was cooking. “Smells so good.” She mumbled. His heart was just exploding and he couldn’t stop smiling.

As they ate breakfast, she spoke most of the time and that was just how he liked it. He never tired of her voice, never tired of hearing her talk, never tired of being around her. She noticed the dopey look on his face as she spoke and she stopped and gave him a bit of a side glance and a smile.

“What’s with you this morning Bri? You’ve been acting all mushy. Not that I'm complaining or this is out of the ordinary.”

“I just like hearing you talk.” He said truthfully. “And it’s just–”

~

“–I love her.” He spoke with a smile on his face. “I really do. No doubt about that. There’s no one else I've been more in love with than her. Every part of her. Good and bad. I love her.” He looked her in her eyes, recalling each countless moment they’ve had with each other. Every time he was around her, he felt like a high schooler again. So bashful, so in love, hopelessly so. There was no one else for him.

“It’s all true.” The polygraph reader spoke with a smile. Sal looked at Q, then looked at his sister and saw them just entranced with each other. Hearing everything Q had to say was true made his anger quickly slide away. He wanted his friend to be happy, he couldn’t keep them apart. Despite thinking this was an absolutely terrible idea at the start, perhaps this changed things.

“That’s it Q. Interrogations over.” Both men were released from their punishment prisons and were left to face each other.

“So. You really love her, huh?” Q smirked as he felt the butterflies thinking about her again.

“More than you could imagine.” He said with confidence. He felt her arms wrap around him and he turned around to see her eyes sparkling like constellations at midnight. He wrapped his arms around her tight and gave her a kiss.

“Listen, I know i’ve been hard on you Q. Just protective of my sister y’know?”

“I get it, Sal. But I can promise you wholeheartedly that I’d never do anything to hurt her ever.”

“Might wanna hook him up to the lie detector again.” Joe said as he walked by. Q rolled his eyes.

“I know. I just want you to promise one other thing.”

“Anything.” Q leaned in attentively.

“I never wanna hear anything about your sex life ever again.” (Y/N) snickered as Q felt his face heating up in shame again.

“Deal.”

[ground-riot-jack]

Number 1 | K. Bakugou |

idk what this is man, an origin story maybe?? idk bakugou is an asshole and reader is a badass

The ratings where in, this is it, the big moment. After years of hard work and dedication, you’re finally about to find out if you made it the number Number 1 Hero Spot. You walk out on the stage with the other Top 5 heroes, one being your long term boyfriend, Bakugou. You’d been dating since highschool and worked at the same agency that he created.

“And for our number 2 Hero, we have...Ground Zero! Number 1... Angel! Thank you heroes for protecting and sacrificing your lives for us!” The announcer practically yelled at the large crowd of people.

You couldn’t believe it. You did it. You were the number 1 hero in all of Japan and your boyfriend was right behind you. The lights of the stage felt like power surging through your body. Your large white wings fluttered in excitement. You took your place at the number one podium and felt warm tears of joy stream down your face, you feel pata on your back and can hear congratulations swirling around but you can barely stand up straight.

Soon someone hands you a microphone, the crowd quieting down.

“Thank you all so much, I will work hard every single day until my body gives up to make sure this great nation is protected. I’ve worked very hard to get here so thank you all for recognizing my hard work and determination. I wanna thank Ground Zero, for being the best partner and for helping me get where I am. It won’t be easy but I will take this number 1 spot and wear it with pride. Thank you, i love you all” You spill out happily, you turn and grab onto Katsuki, hugging him and congratulating him on Number 2. You’d both climbed so high and so quickly since you’re UA days, it’s made you happy that you’ve come so far with the person you love most.

Bakugou however, didn’t look happy. It was extremely rare to see a smile on his face, but at the very least you’d expected his bored face. But now, he looked angry. He looked like he was ready to level the city withy he scowl pressed on his face.

“babe, what’s wrong? you good?” You grab his large bicep, getting him to look at you. His bright red eyes snap to yours and you feel locked in with how much animosity they hold.

“I’m ready to go home” He spits out before turning and walking back to the car you’d both arrived in.

You took a few more pictures with fans before following your grumpy boyfriend. As soon as you sat in the car, you could feel the tension thick in the air.

“Ok seriously babe, what the hell is wrong? We got the top spots, that’s amazing!” You turn towards him as the driver head back to your place.

“It’s nothing” He managed to say through his teeth with his are locked together with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.

“It’s something, you’re getting ready to blow this car up”

“I said it’s nothing, Angel” He speaks, the name oozing in malice and anger. Suddenly it clicked.

“You’re jealous that I got the number one spot while you got number two. jesus christ katsuki, could you be any more pessimistic. Why can’t you just be happy for me that i’ve reached a goal i’ve been trying to get my whole life? Number two is in no way shape or form bad.” You huff and fall back against the seat, you watch Bakugou clench and unclench his fists while staring out the window.

“I have to be number one and be better than All Might” He growls quietly, you knew it was a somewhat sensitive subject, but you couldn’t believe your ears.

“All might? Katsuki, you’re 23 years old, you can’t truly expect to be better than All Might right now? All might wasn’t even this good at this age yet, you’re way ahead of schedule. You can’t be happy for me because you wanna be better at 22 years old than All Might was in his prime? You’re delusional katsuki.”

“I HAVE TO BE NUMBER ONE”

“THATS FINE BUT WHY CANT YOU BE HAPPY THAT TOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NUMBER ONE?”

“BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME”

“so you think I don’t deserve this katsuki? You think what? I haven’t worked hard enough? I’m nor strong enough? I’m not good enough? WHAT IS IT KATSUKI? Why don’t I deserve to be number one? Why do you think your were unfairly judged?”

You both stared at each other in silence for a while, anger boiling into the atmosphere. You understood the only thing that drove bakugou in highschool was his need to be number one. You were both adults now, and you were in love with each other. You’d hoped that you’d made a big enough impact on bakugou that your life and love together would be enough of a motivator to be great, the way it was with you.

You felt that car pull into your large home, and immediately jumped out, racing up to your shared bedroom. You got out of your hero costume and into leggings and a tank top. You took off all your makeup and picked the confetti out of your wings. You looked up as Bakugou walked in the room.

“Im not sorry that I’m not settling for number two, I never will and you know it, but i am sorry for yelling at you and the way I acted.” Katsuki grumbled while looking at the floor. Usually, his awkward and hesitant apologies warmed your heart and made you gush at how cute your angry boyfriend was, but now you find yourself staying angry.

“That’s not an apology katsuki. You refuse to be happy for me, even though you promised you would be. You refuse to even acknowledge how much work I put into this to be number one. I am THE youngest Hero to hit number one and you can’t even say good job babe. Instead you get angry and jealous and mean because it wasn’t you. Never mind the fact that you jumped from 10 to 2 which is THE biggest jump anyone’s seen in years bakugou. You won’t even let yourself be happy at what you’ve done, because you’re too busy being jealous” You poke his chest, finally standing in front of him.

“It’s not a bad thing to want to be the best” He crosses his arms, getting defensive.

“Of course not babe, I want you to be the best too. So why don’t you want me to be the best?”

“It’s not that, it’s-“

“It’s what Katsuki?”

“I made a promise to myself-”

“YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME KATSUKI. You gave me this fucking promise ring and told me that you you’re gonna support me no matter what. That we were gonna work hard to get to where we need to go and we were gonna do it together. You promised me you’d be by my side. That’s the difference between us babe. You need to be number one for yourself, I need to be number one for us. You’ve forgotten that” You wipe your tears and move around the tall man in your way. It hurt that Katsuki couldn’t see this was bigger than his highschool days. This was your life together. You hadn’t spoken to All Might or even Midoriya in years, so why was it so hard for him to accept you as a permanent part of his life.

“Baby, i’m sorry I just. I get one track minded and I was so hopeful that this was finally the day. I needed so bad to be number one-“

“THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT BEING NUMBER ONE KATSUKI, THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE TREATING ME LIKE A SIDE CHARACTER. I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! For fucks sake katsuki, we live, work, sleep, eat do and do everything together, so the fact that I’m not even one of the reasons you go out and do what you do hurts because this” You pause and gestured to everything around you. “This is the reason I wake up every morning, you are the reason I fight crime and your reason is, a childhood rivalry. You’re am adult now, you’re supposed to be friends with midoriya and all might and you’re supposed to be over this whole thing. This isn’t supposed to be the thing that drives you. I’m not saying I have to be too of the list but it would be nice to be on the list” You sigh and look at your boyfriend. You knew this wasn’t healthy to yell at each other like this, but you needed him to understand where you’re coming from.

“Baby, Of course you’re my reason for waking up and being a hero, I would do anything to protect you, it’s just I always pictured me at Number 1 with my agency and you and a family. I have a need, a primal urge to be number one and that’s never going to change. Doesn’t mean i don’t love your dumbass”

“Well I’m number one Katsuki, and I earned the hell out of it. I worked my ass off day and night for weeks and months and years so that I could have this. And to see you pout and complain and look me in my face and tell me you don’t think I deserve this spot hurts more than some cute little apology where you call me dumbass lovingly. So i’ll ask you again, why don’t you think I deserve this spot? What makes you better?” You squinted your eyes at the tall man and clench your jaw.

“Im physically stronger-“ You interrupt your boyfriend by grabbing his arm and kicking his legs out from under him, using your wings to flip him over in his back, pinning him down.

“You’re so close minded katsuki, that you don’t even know what i’ve. been doing for the past 8 months. I an the number one hero you think i didn’t train to be stronger than everyone around me?” You ask, hurt laced in your voice.

“Fine, you deserve this spot. You’re the best.”

“You dont meant that, I’m gonna make you fucking mean it Katsuki. One day you’re gonna see me and i’m gonna be the best and you’re gonna be in awe of my power and then you’ll finally see that i deserve this.” You push off of him and stand up your wings tucking close to your body.

“Just-give me a week babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you and I’ll show you I am happy for you, it’s just difficult being let down like this. I’m a sore loser and you know it.” Bakugou grabs your shoulder and pulls you close to his chest.

“You haven’t even said you’re proud of me yet. or that you love me. or even good job katsuki. You don’t believe i’m your heart that i deserve this do you?” You look at him, heart in your throat.

“I believe I should be number one. Every time.” Katsuki mutters in your hair like it was a compliment. You push him back, rage filling your body.

“You’re fucked up katsuki. I’m fucking leaving” You spit, throwing on a jacket and shoes, heading towards your front door.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Bakugou snarls as you move past him.

“Katsuki, I love you with every fiber of my soul, but right now looking at your face makes me wanna throw you across town and beat the shit out of you. I’ll be back tomorrow maybe” You mumble the last part, not really sure how long you wanna be away from your hot headed boyfriend.

“you can’t just fucking leave y/n, how do you expect to be number one of you can’t even stay and win a fight against your boyfriend.” Katsuki let’s out a dry laugh, causing you to turn away from your front door.

You lunge at Katsuki, ready to punch him until he understands you’re the number one hero. You two roll around fighting and spewing things typically reserved for villains. Bakugou pins you down on the floor, his knee on your chest and his hands holding both your wrists beside your head. You close your eyes and focus all your energy into your chest, a faint ball of white light glows from your heart. Ktsuki looks at it with realization before the energy is expelled from you and your boyfriend is sent flying across the living room.

“You did not just use Power Surge on me.” He growls. wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I did, and i’m fucking leaving and your not gonna say shit or so help me god katsuki, i will shoot a beam of light so bright and hot that you wake up blind, burnt and fucking single.” You use your wings to send you flying straight to your front door, you look back at your confused boyfriend once more before taking to the sky.

Bakugou began the cleaning process, shocked and confused. Why didn’t you understand he wants to be happy for you, he truly does, but his pride won’t let him get away with not winning. He decided to let you fly off to calm down for the night, opting to call and talk to Kirishima. The two friends ended up talking for a bit longer than expected, bakugou trying to get kiri on his side, not his girlfriends. It didn’t work however, Kirishima understood that bakugou would let his emotions cloud his mind, even when it came to you. By the end of the conversation, bakugou was almost has heated as he was while fighting you. He concluded the best option was to head to his agency and train for the night.

He arrived and decided to do some things around the office before heading to the training and workout wing of his large building. While going thru last minute files, there’s a knock on his door.

“Ground Zero, i wasn’t expecting you to be here so late.” A stranger smiles in Bakugou face as he opens his office door, his secretary smiling sheepishly.

“Who the hell are you?” He cocks his head and tries to figure it out before he’s told, one of those weird habits he’s picked up being a hero.

“My apologies. I’m Niko Takeyama, I work for the Hero Commission. How would you like to be the number one hero by this time next month.”

[jean-kayak]

A Little Reward

Summary: You agree to help Keishin study with a way that might help the information stick (GOOD GOD I am bad at summaries pls just read it)

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), unprotected sex, minor fingering, dirty talk, degradation, daddy kink, ass smacking, handjob, groping, reader is picked up, a lot of biology references, college!au

Word Count: 2,366

A/N: So, I finally understand what I’m doing in my bio 183 class, and when I tell y’all I am ECSTATIC, so that’s where this came from

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara​, @iwascrybaby​, @mxhriii​

When Keishin came to you asking if you could help him out with biology, you'll admit that it took him more than a couple of times to convince you. He claimed that he was so bad at it and that he didn't know how well he was going to do on the test.

You also knew that he was so bad at hiding how much he wanted to fuck you.

You weren't stupid. You always caught the way he would stare at you, and you liked the attention, purposefully putting a little more swish in your hips, knowing his eyes were drilling into your ass.

He was always catching you before you could walk out of the science building, offering to walk you back to your dorm, and he would spend the whole walk trying to charm the pants off of you. You wondered how many girls fell for it, not saying that you weren't falling for it either, you just thought you could make him work a little harder.

And it's not like you didn't want to fuck him either. He told you he played volleyball in high school, but he's seemed to bulk up a little more over the course of you knowing each other, his clothes like a second skin, so it wasn't hard for you to imagine what was hiding underneath.

He sighs as he running a hand through his hair, effectively pulling his headband with it, so he takes it off, wrapping it around his wrist. "I'm never going to get this," he groans in frustration.

"You haven't even tried," you say lightly, moving to lean against his desk, resting your hands behind you.

"I've been trying for thirty minutes," he sighs again, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Maybe you need a little incentive," you offer with a shrug, and he leans back in his chair, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah? Like what?" He smirks, and you tilt your head to look up at the ceiling like you're trying to think even though you already know what you have in mind.

"I'll ask you a question," you start. "And for every right answer, I'll take something off." His eyes widen a little, and you give him a sweet grin.

He scoffs. "You're serious?" You hum as you shrug again. "What's the catch?"

"Nothing. But I don't think you'll get very far," you taunt, and you can see the challenging shimmer in his eyes, a look he gets whenever you both try to be competitive with each other.

You give him about another thirty minutes to go over about a quarter of the notes before you get ready to start the questions. "Ready?"

He nods confidently, thinking that this will be a piece of cake when you know that it's going to be the complete opposite. "ATP. What is it?"

You start off easy, and he huffs as he leans back in the seat, resting his hands on his thighs. "Bottom line, it powers cellular processes," and you smile as you nod your head. "Come on, baby, you gotta do better than that."

You give him a bored look, but you chuckle at his obliviousness to your plan. You uncross your arms before slipping your shirt over your head, letting it slide off your fingers and onto the floor.

You see him take a deep breath as his eyes zero in on the white lacy garment adorning your chest, accentuating your brown skin, your nipples just shy of being seen. "How's it made?"

He doesn't hear you, or if he does, he's too focused on your boobs to answer, and you snap your fingers, and he blinks slowly. "From ADP," he answers, clearly distracted. "Substrate level whatever," he adds, and you roll your eyes.

"What's it called?" His gaze hasn't left your chest, and you walk up to him, leaning down to rest your hands on the arms of the chair. You know your boobs are falling over the edge of your bra, and he releases a breath before he brings his eyes up to yours.

You walk around to stand behind him, leaning back down as you slide your arms over his broad shoulders before you hover your head next to his ear. "Answer the question, Kei."

"Phos...phorylzation," he says slowly, and you smile widely. You walk back to stand in front of him, and you see his hands turn into fists when your hands reach under your skirt.

You thumb at the side of your panties before slowly pulling them down your legs, stepping out of them, holding them on the edge of your finger. "Good job," you quip, and he watches you throw them to the side, the article landing on your shirt.

You take a step closer to him, and you lightly push his hands off of his thighs before you replace them, straddling him, and he bites his lip to stop himself from making any sound. You can feel your slick soaking his sweats, not expecting to get so affected by how he was only looking at you.

"What's the role of oxygen?" you ask next, and he closes his eyes for a brief second before he opens them, feeling another wave of arousal rush out when you see how hazy his eyes are.

You brush a few blonde strands out of his face as you wait for an answer, and his hands are twitching from how bad he wants to touch you. "It, uh," he licks his lips, his head slightly falling back on his shoulders. "Carries out metabolism."

His voice is airy, and you hum softly as your hands run down his sides, staying at his waist. "You're starting to get it," you praise, and you grab the hem of his shirt. He looks at you, his brows jerking slightly at your actions. "Wouldn't be a lot of fun if I'm the only one stripping," you explain, and he slowly lifts his arms up, allowing you to pull the clothing over his head.

You bite your lip as you toss it to the side, your eyes landing on his lightly defined abs, and he tenses when you softly run your hands over his abdomen. His clothes did a bad job at telling you what they were hiding.

You internally shake your head, remembering what you're supposed to be doing, and you look up to meet his eyes as your fingers lightly press into his skin. "The four main stages, in order," you tell him next, and he sighs shakily as your nails drag down from his shoulders, making him shudder.

He gets halfway through the answer, and you roll your hips just a little, and his hands shoot up to your hips before stopping himself as his head falls back. Your arms wrap around his neck, your hands lightly pulling his head back up by his hair. "Finish it."

You can barely hear him, but he gives you the rest of the answer, and you grab his wrist and guide him to the clasp of your bra. He quick to undo it, and you slowly slide the straps off your shoulders, your tits falling onto your chest as you slip it off, throwing it on top of the rest of your clothes.

"Shit," he mumbles, his eyes focused on your nipples that are starting to harden from the exposure of the cold air.

You chuckle softly, starting to feel your body becoming warm under his heated gaze. You guide his head up by his chin to look at you. "Pyruvate. What happens to it?"

His eyes dip down to your lips as you speak before returning back to your eyes. "It's oxidized."

"Yes. And?" you press, and he's starting to have a hard time controlling himself. "You've been doing so good," you praise, grazing his sides with your nails, and he bites his lip again.

He can barely get the answer out, and you shift again, his breath hitching at the stimulation, and yours hitching when you feel how hard he is under you. You can practically see his arms shaking with the urge to touch you, so instead of stripping you allow him to touch.

You can barely get the words out before his hands are moving to your chest, cupping your tits in his large palm, and you moan softly. His fingers play with your nipples, and your hands grip his shoulders. He moves his hands to your thighs, barely covered by your skirt, and he runs his calloused hands over your skin before they make their way under.

His hands run over your ass before gripping the flesh in his hands and spreading you open before pushing you down onto him. You let out a louder moan in surprise, and he does it again, groaning just as loud as he bucks up into you.

You feel the air slip from your lungs for a split second before you stop him. "Slow down, tiger. We're not done yet," you chide even though you want to fuck him just as bad as he wants to fuck you, but you want to tease him just a little bit longer even though you're teasing yourself in the process.

He lets out a small whine in protest, not having enough friction, but he lets you keep going anyway. "Let's make this more interesting, yeah?" He barely lets you get off of him, but his hands grudgingly let you go, and you stand before getting rid of your skirt.

He shamelessly lets out another groan at the sight of your shiny folds, and when you pull at the waistband of his sweatpants, he's quickly lifting his hips so that you can pull them down. You go to scoff when you see that he's gone commando, but your mouth falls open when his dick springs up, hitting his taut abs, the tip a deep shade of red.

He watches you bring two fingers to your dripping hole, swirling them around at your entrance before sliding them in, and you both moan simultaneously. You thrust your fingers inside of you a few times before slipping them out, your fingers coated in your juices.

You rest your other hand on his thigh, moving the other one towards his straining erection, using your slick as lube as you stroke him. Your hand leaves him, and he feels like it's gone too soon, but then he sees that you're putting your legs on either side of him as you line yourself up.

He grips your hips tightly when he's fully inside you, sighing easily at the feeling of your warm walls around him. "Next question," you speak up suddenly, and he's looking at you like you have two heads, and you chuckle softly. "We have to make sure you grasp the concept."

You're asking him questions, and he can barely answer, the only thing he can focus on is how your walls are grasping him. He knows you're doing this on purpose, asking him the same questions but in a different way, rolling your hips every time he takes too long to answer.

And that's his breaking point.

You're about to ask another annoying question, and you cut yourself with a yelp when he picks you up, moving you to his desk. He brushes everything off in one sweep, setting you down, and pounding into you as soon as he sets you down.

You cry out, your arms wrapping around his neck. "Answer this question, sweetheart," he groans in your ear, grabbing your ass to further spear you with his dick. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"

The only thing you can do is make incoherent noises, the last thing on your mind is responding, and he smacks your ass, hard. "Answer the question."

"Yes, Kei! Fuck," you gasp, your eyes closing and your body going limp when he hits that sensitive spot inside of you.

"You like teasing me, huh? Wanted me to fuck you like a bitch in heat?" Granted, you didn't really expect this outcome, but you're nowhere near complaining.

The only way you can answer is by breathless, incoherent noises in his ear, and he's moving you, pushing you down flat on your back on his desk. He pushes your legs to your chest before resuming his punishing pace.

"You wanted to be fucked by Daddy's cock like a little slut, yeah?" he spits, leaning down to breathe against your mouth, and you don't know if he can see your nod, the only thing you can do to answer him. "Daddy's fucking you good, isn't he?" he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face knowing that he's rendering you speechless.

He reaches down to press down hard on your clit, making you jump as you dig your nails in his arm. "You gotta answer, or I'll stop," he threatens, thrusting his hips with a little more force to really nail your g-spot.

"Y-Yes, Daddy, s-so good," you moan, and he swears when you clamp around him, your climax nearing its peak.

He rests his elbows on the desk to give him more leverage, and that pushes your legs further into your chest, the air seeming to slip out of your chest. "Shit," he moans, savoring the feeling of you sucking him back in every time he pulls out.

"God, Kei, 'm close," you barely manage to say, and he closes the minimal distance between your lips, and you can barely kiss him back. He pulls your lip between his teeth when he pulls away.

"Then cum, sweetheart, cum," he breathes, and his body is tensing up as he spills inside you, but he keeps moving until you cum right after him, riding out both of your highs before slowing to a stop.

He moves his arms so that your legs fall, and you take in a huge gulp of air before your breathing quickly again. He puts his arms back beside your head before kissing you deeply, your hands brushing the hair plastered to his forehead.

"You know, I think I need some help with calc if you wouldn't mind?" he says, and you chuckle breathlessly.

"I wouldn't mind at all."

[nevermore-the-kitsune]

Pokemon Teams for Fictional Characters pt. 2

Damian Wayne

(Also, I'm not including move sets because in my headcannon Pokemon do remember all their old moves. But humans choose to only use four)

For this AU I'm having the Wayne's own the Gotham City Gym, which specializes in Dark types. Most of the cannon events still happened. Just with a few tweaks here and there. (Dick's 20, Jason's 16, Cass is 15 Tim's 15 but younger than Cass and Damian's 13 because I love AUs where there closer in age).

Anyway here we go!

First things first in the Pokemon Universe his alias wouldn't be Robin since they don't exist. Instead I think it would be Rookidee, since thats the closest Pokemon to a Robin.

His Partner Pokemon and ace would be a Gligar

Name: Goliath

Gender: Male

Why: Gligar screams Goliath (his Batdragon) plus the coloring of his evolutions matches with Dami's Robin and Batman outfits

Story: He found Goliath while climbing a mountain for his training. At the time he was four and Goliath was a hatching. Damian ended up giving him some food, seeing that the hatching was hungry.

Grateful, the Gligar followed him hoping to return the favor.

When Damian's hand got broken on that same trip, Goliath was the one to help him finish his mission and get home safely.

Talia was impressed that Damian could tame a wild Pokemon without catching it, so she allowed him to keep him as his first Pokemon.

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Next he would have a Meowth

Name: Alfred

Gender: Female

Why: This one has to do with its evolution. Persian are said to only be loyal to trainers it likes and that it takes a lot to get them to like you. Their also said to be prissy and uptight. This reminded me of Damian. How it took forever for him to trust his brothers and his own snobby attitude. Thus I think it fits.

Story: After coming to live with his father Damian didn't know how to act. He saw his "brothers" and father treating their Pokemon so different than how the League did. They all trained hard. But, there was something eles: warm praise for a job well done, asking for insight on a case (they had taught their bipedal pokemon sighn language) and comfort on a bad day. His father and brothers treated their Pokemon like... people

In the League Pokemon where the lowest soldier, lower than the slaves or concubines. They trained, ate then they had to and got in their ball.

He had been a little more lenient in his training with Goliath. When asked he said that he was still a baby and he had to take things slow in this stage or he might develop too much muscle mass and be unable to fly.

He had kept him out of his ball with the excuse of developing muscle mass at a proper pace.

He liked Goliath's company. The Gligar was a good companion. But on the same level as another person?

He had expressed these thoughts to Pennyworth, the only person in the house to give him a straight answer when he needed it.

Pennyworth had explained to him that some people love to hold power over others and that Pokemon where an easy target, since they couldn't communicate their emotions as clearly as people could.

"Think of Mistress Cain. She sometimes cannot communicate with words, but we know that she's intelligent. But some people see her as less than intelligent and treat her as such because of the power it gives them."

Two weeks later Damian would come across a group of teenagers attempting to shave a Meowth. The Pokemon was little more than skin and bone and crying out on pain. So, Damian broke their fingers and shaved part of their heads for good measure.

He kept the Meowth and named her after the man who taught him about the abuse of power.

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Next, a Poochyena

Name: Titus

Gender: Male

Why: These Pokemon and their evolution are ruthless with their pray, and only obey trainers with external skill.

Story: Raven gave Damian Titus as a gift. She said that she rescued him from an underground fighting ring (where the battles are to the death). He was still to young to battle so he didn't need much rehabilitation. The other Pokemon there though...

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Now we have a Type Null

Name: Heretic

Gender: ???

Why: This Pokemon was created in lab, and artificial designed for the purpose of fighting, just like Damian. True I could have given him Mewtwo, but that cat seems to fit Kon more.

Story: Damian's mother had spent years creating Type: Null with the purpose of being able to kill any target. As a last test she wanted to see which of her creations was suppirrior. So she sent the Type Null out to (try and) kill her son.

Damian, with the rest of his team, beat the Pokemon but couldn't kill it. He had long since vowed to wash the blood from his hands. Instead he offered his hand to it and asked it to join him.

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Here we have the hardest to explain... Mimikyu

Name: Habibi (I hope I spelled that right)

Gender: Female

Why: Damian is complex, he wants to be accepted and loved just like Mimikyu but dosent know how. Both try to mimic others in order to get that love, Damian his father and Mimikyu Pikachu. So I see this as Damian's spirit Pokemon in a way.

Story: He didn't know why it was so hard to fit in. Gods know he tried. But... little things confused him. Like how eveyone could understand each other without words or singhing. He had no problems with that on a battlefield, but in day to day life; it felt like he was on a separate server.

Like how Todd knew at breakfast with just a look that Drake was in a bad mood and how to help. Or how Grayson could audomadicly tell what kind of day at school the rest of them had withen a few minutes. Hell even Drake could tell what grunts ment what from father! Which ment good job, Which ment I'm glade your okay, or frustration either at them or at a case (Cass didn't surprise him, she had to learn how to communicate without words and watch body language and micro expressions).

School was no better; sometimes it was to load or bright othertimes, when everyone was doing a test, it felt to quiet. But, to much or to little, Damian was always aware of every movement, every sound. It was like the very instincts that saved his life every night where turned against him.

He turned to his nearly forgotten childhood habits to distract himself from everything around him. That only led to more whisper shouting and what even he could tell where displeased glares with a grunt of "fucking tapping" or a snap of "stop!" He knew it was disrupting but it was all be could do to drown out the noise or silence.

On one particularly bad day at school; apparently during one of their tests one of his classmates had had enough of Damian's tapping and decided to make a scene.

There was some yelling from the kid. A few cries in agreement. Before the teacher had gotten hem to settle down. He had demanded that Damian look him in the eye and when he finally did told him to stop with the tapping or else he would be sent to the office, Gym Leaders son or not.

He was the last to finish that test where he normally finished first. The silence had been to load!!

After that clusterfuck Damian finally headed home. He had texted Grayson saying that he was meeting a friend somewhere to work on a project and to not pick him up. In truth he didn't want his brother reading what kind of day he had had. He needed some time to himself.

That was how he found himself in a nearby park. It was filled with plenty of sounds that didn't suffocate him and the fall leaves where soothing to his eyes. Damian had Titus out of his ball as company, knowing that the pup loved park walks.

They had been walking for an hour when they came across a box set off just on the edge of the trail. "Free to Good Homes" was written on the side in black sharpie.

No sound was coming from inside, so he assumed that the had all been taken. Until Titus went closer sniffing at the seemingly empty box.

"Pooch Pooch"

"Hmmm... what is is it boy?" He asked as he walked closer to his Pokemon and the Box. Damian hoped he was wrong. It was cruel to leave a baby Pokemon all alone, especially since the weather was getting colder by the day.

Inside the box was in fact a lone Pokemon. At first glance it looked like a Pikachu. But something was off. It looked more like a doll than a living creature. If it wasn't for the small chirps it let out and slight way that it was shivering from the cold Damian would have written it off as a toy. No wonder it got left behind...

Damian reached down and picked up the mystery Pokemon as gently as he could.

"Come on beloved, lets go home."

He tucked the Pokemon in his jacket to warm it up before reaching for his phone to call Grayson for a ride home.

That night Damian locked himself away, even skipped patrol, and spent a sleepless night learning everything he could about his newest Pokemon.

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That was inspired by this comic

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Finaly, for his last spot Eevee!!

Name: Omni

Gender: Female

Why: I'm going to have all the Batfam members have an Eeveelution. This branch and the Batfam are both growing consistently. We all have our favorites but we love them all the same. So I think it fits.

Story: Everyone in the family had an Eevee or one of its evolutions. Damian's Father said that Eevee was the Wayne family symbol, it was potential, the ability to become whatever you wanted.

Though it surprised Damian that the Wayne symbol wasn't a Noibat or Noivern (Batman's ace) at first he eventually understood the logic in choosing such a Pokemon to represent the family name. That only made things harder for him being the only one not having one. Did they not truly see him as family?

On the one year anniversary of Damian arriving at The Mannor, his family through a small party. Pennyworth made his favorite foods, The Mannor was decorated in tacky streamers (Graysons' idea) and they watched some of Damian's favorite fims, their Pokemon curled up with them. His father had offered to take the day off from the gym. Until Todd suggested that Damian take on the challengers.

The Gotham gym was part of his heritage. Damian had been training for the day that he could finally help weed out the weak challengers just like his siblings sometimes did (think the battles you do before challenging a gym leader in the games).

On that day, if the challengers agreed to it, their final battle wasn't with Bruce Wayne the Dark Knight but instead his son. Most accepted thinking that it would be an easy win, that they had lucked out in not having to battle one of the stongest Gym Leaders in the League and could still get the Shadow Badge.

Those poor fools.

Damian was only allowed to use Alfred, Titus and Habibi since he used Goliath and Heretic primarily as Rookidee.

Damian fought seven trainers that day in 3v3 fights. Only two of them got the badge.

With the day overwith and the night rising, so did Gothams' protecters.

The night ended with exhausted body's and adrenaline crashes. Damian was ready to slip into a mini coma from the day he had but before he could head upstairs to The Mannor...

"Not so fast baby bat." Graysons' voice called out to him. "We got one more surprise for you."

Damian raised his eyebrow at that. What else could they do? His father came back from the locker rooms where he had been desuiting, it always took him the longest because of his "old man bones" as Todd said.

"Son," his father said "its Wayne tradition to get your first Pokemon when you turn ten years old. I missed that with you." He paused, eyes briefly shifting to the floor before they snapped back on Damian's face. "Luckily there's one tradition we didn't miss. When you've lived at The Mannor for a year or the adoption papers get finalized, I give my children this..."

He pulled a Poke'ball out of his poket and handed to Damian. "Go on son, let them out."

He did

Staring at him was his own Eevee.

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AN: All of Damian's Pokemon (sans maybe Omni, I'm thinking of leaving her as an Eevee) will eventually evolve. Eventually.

[yikesharringrove]

Sweet Little Mango

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Chapter 3

-

Billy groaned as he folded himself into the Camaro.

Steve hadn’t been at school that day.

Billy wasn’t totally worried, it was around time for his heat, anyway, but Steve had been feeling bad the past few days, throwing up nearly every morning this week before making his way to school, looking pale and clammy, and sleeping through nearly every class.

Billy smoked lazily out the window. The October chill was beginning to set in, and he was fucking dreading the cold weather. He was a California, golden sunshine, warm weather baby through and through, and if it fucking snows, well. Basically, he doesn’t have a coat and he’s pretty much fucked.

He pulled into the driveway in front of Steve’s house, letting himself in the front door with the key Steve had given him at the end of summer.

The house didn’t smell like it did when Steve was in heat, full of the honey lavender scent of his hormones, his slick.

The house was as cold as still as it usually was when Mr. and Mrs. Harrington couldn’t be assed to spend time with their only kid.

Something uneasy climbed down Billy’s spine.

“Stevie?” He yelled up the stairs. There was no answer. Billy didn’t even bother taking off his shoes before he bounded upstairs. “Stever!”

He found Steve in his bedroom, all snuggly and wrapped up in bed, nestled under a pile of blankets. Again, not really unusual behavior for Steve, especially if he was in one of his moods, but the entire situation just didn’t sit right with Billy.

Call it alpha intuition.

Billy sat on the other side of the bed, laying over Steve, melting his body weight onto him.

Steve didn’t react to him.

Something’s up.

“Baby, what’s up?” Steve just made a high sound in his throat in reply.

So, there’s a big something up.

Billy started shifting blankets, finding Steve’s face. “Talk to me.” One of Steve’s eyes opened, big and round and full of something Billy couldn’t place. “You okay?”

“I went to the doctor today. I was awake all night throwing up.”

Billy kissed his forehead. He was covered in cold sweat.

“What’s the verdict? You alright?” Steve shifted, sitting up, holding a pillow to his chest. “Flu? Strep? Hand-foot-and-mouth disease?” Steve didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile.

Billy was fucking worried.

“I, um, I’m, I’m pregnant.”

Billy’s heart fucking stopped.

“She said I was probably eight weeks along.” Steve was nervously picking at something on the bedspread, beginning to ramble. “So I guess it was during one of my heats, that sometimes, sometimes omegas still have heats during the early pregnancy, which is why, why I still had the last one but didn’t have this one, and apparently it’s the size of a raspberry, a tiny little raspberry, Bill. And I, I know we’re so young, but I don’t, I don’t think I can bring myself to get rid of it, and this, I mean, it’s a fucking miracle I even got pregnant in the first place, and this could be my chance to have a pup of my own, and, god, it’s all just so fucking much, and I’m not, you don’t, I‘m not expecting anything from you but-” Billy pulled Steve into his chest, petting his hair, shushing him softly.

“It’s okay, Sweet Thing.” He kissed Steve’s head. “Whatever you wanna do. I’m gonna be right here for you.” Steve melted into him.

“Bill, I, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I can, if we can actually, actually be fucking parents, but I, Billy I can not just, just-I already love them so fucking much. ”

“You don’t have to, Honey. You can decide. We’ll make this work, how ever we have to.” He hefted Steve further into his lap. “I’m gonna be here for you, for our pup. And we got, like, family that’ll help us.”

“Bill, I don’t think our parents are gonna-”

Billy was quick to cut him off.

“Are you gonna tell Joyce she can’t babysit, or should I get murdered for it?”

Steve laughed, an unexpected little thing.

“So you’re- you’re okay?”

“I mean, nothing’s really sunk in, and I’ve got a huge fucking breakdown on the horizon once I realize what all this actually means. But, you know. I’m fine.”

-

Billy’s breakdown came when he went home the next morning.

When his dad backhanded him across the face for staying out all night.

He was standing in his room, staring wide-eyed at the window.

How could he be so fucking stupid? Steve wasn’t on birth control. Billy fucking knew that , and still pumped him full of cum every fucking heat.

Steve had told him that it was near impossible for male omegas to get pregnant. It had to be a perfect storm of proper anatomy and a strong heat that allowed for their bodies to actually implant and grow a tiny clump of cells into a whole human person.

Steve had been working with the idea that he pretty much couldn’t get pregnant since he was a kid. And Billy had totally run with that.

And now Steve’s got a little tiny almost person inside of him.

He’s fucking stupid. He’s stupid, and dumb, and he’s a fucking teenager with a pup on the way.

The tears stung his eyes.

He sank to his knees, one hand fisted in his own hair.

Fuck. Fuck.

He’s not gonna tell Steve what to do with his own body. If he wants to have the pup, then Billy’s gonna fucking support him.

Because he’s not a shitty deadbeat.

And he loves Steve. He really does.

But he doesn’t believe in himself, though. There’s no fucking way they make this work.

There’s no fucking way they raise this pup, and stay together, and not traumatize the little thing.

There’s not a way in this fucking world.

-

“Alright, Steven.”

Steve was perched nervously on the exam table, his fingers in knots in his lap.

Billy was sitting against the wall, bouncing his leg and itching for a cigarette.

He hadn’t had one since Steve told him about the pup.

Two weeks ago.

He quit when Steve did. Not that Steve kept up the same level as Billy. There was a big difference between one or two cigarettes at a party, and nearly two packs a day.

But it wasn’t good for Steve, or the pup, so Billy took the most stressful time in his whole life so far, to quit smoking.

They were at Steve’s ten-week appointment. At the clinic in Indianapolis. The one where the front desk staff only raised an eyebrow at the boys’ fake I.D.s and didn’t ask for their parents’ contact information.

The doctor ushered Steve to lay back, pulling up his t-shirt to spread the clear jelly on his stomach, turning on the machine.

She located the fetus easily.

“Well, it looks like you’re coming along nicely. You’re at the proper growth for this stage, and the heartbeat’s nice and strong.”

Billy was staring at the monitor.

He couldn’t really make anything out. The machine was making this wooshing sound, like it was a scope underwater, and not a digital look into Steve.

But there was a little tiny blob in there. Something that looked like a little white bean nestled in Steve’s abdomen.

Their pup.

The doctor highlighted the little bean, zooming in and taking a capture of the image.

“Little pup's first picture.”

Steve’s scent went absolutely sweet, filling the room with sugar. Billy just reached out, taking his hand.

-

At the beginning of his pregnancy, Steve had terrible insomnia.

Billy would sneak out of his house to come over most nights, curling up behind Steve with one hand splayed wide on his slightly chubby tummy. He was always solid behind Steve. Warm and soft, a constant comfort to remind Steve that he wasn’t alone with the pup. That he had Billy to love them. To protect them and take care of them.

And sometimes, his warmth and steady breathing would be enough to lull Steve into a nice doze, or even to coax him into sleep.

But most nights, he was wide awake.

Steve didn’t want to keep Billy awake on those long nights, so he would sneak out of Billy’s gentle embrace, and sit on the couch downstairs in the sitting room. He would usually hang out in the quiet, just him and the little pup growing inside of him.

But then Billy would wake up, cold and alone, and would trudge downstairs to find Steve, and manhandle Steve until he was laying on top of Billy on the couch.

That’s where they were when Billy first spotted the grand piano in the corner of the room. Never noticed where it stood, collecting dust. Partially hidden by a large potted fern. He slid out from under Steve and took a seat at the leather padded seat, brushing his fingers over the glossy blackness of the beautiful piano.

Many of the keys were out of tune, as the thing hadn’t been played in years, but he plonked out a few easy scales.

Billy’s mom used to play. He had vivid memories of sitting on her lap, his hands on hers as she played beautiful songs. She taught him a few, once upon a time.

He struggled through one of the songs he could kind of remember, occasionally hitting the wrong key before correcting himself and continuing with the melody. He stumbled through what he could of Hey Jude before turning back to Steve, expecting to see a soft smile, big tired eyes blinking slowly back at him.

But Steve was dead asleep on the couch, both hands resting over his tummy.

Billy carried him up to bed.

That became their ritual on nights Steve couldn’t sleep.

Steve even decided to scour the poorly stocked music store and bought Billy lots of sheet music. He had just grabbed random stuff, and ended up with the weirdest assortment of things. Rock ballads and classical pieces. Swing jazz and a few beginner piano books.

Billy sifted through to find the easier stuff. He could still read sheet music well enough to slowly decipher the notes, but had to remind himself which keys corresponded to which note.

The piano was still out of tune and sometimes made the songs sound dreadfully wrong and quite nearly frightening, but it was peaceful. Quiet except for the sounds of the piano.

Steve was just content to sit next to him as he did it, holding onto his stomach, his head leaned gently against Billy’s shoulder.

-

They didn’t really tell Joyce.

Not exactly, anyway.

Steve and Billy were at Melvald’s, looking through the health section, throwing vitamins Steve’s OBGYN had recommended into the basket.

The basket was heavy, the metal handles digging into the meat of Billy’s palm. Nearly overflowing with expensive supplements that were meant to help their little pup grow into something fully formed and functioning.

Steve was being picky about the supplements. Taking the specific brands the doctor had recommended, reading the labels diligently to see if they said anything along the lines of Warning: Do not take while pregnant. Will give your pup an extra head.

Joyce was the only person at the check-out stand, and she made small talk while she scanned vitamins, shea butter, and produce, not even looking at the rattling plastic bottles.

Until one container wouldn’t scan. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands.

She faltered, and it was like the world came to a halt.

Prenatal Vitamins, omega specialized formula

She stared at it. Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

But she moved in a flash, shifting around the counter, and pulling Steve into a tight hug.

It took him a second to return the hug, wrapping his arms around her.

“If you boys need anything, and I mean anything at all, you come get me.” Steve scrunched his eyes up, trying not to sob into her shoulder.

She pulled away, giving Billy a hug of his own.

He hooked his chin on her shoulder, and he kinda felt like he could cry too. She gave him a bone-crushing hug for someone so small.

She took Steve’s hand when she finally relinquished Billy.

“How far along are you?”

“Just about ten weeks.” She cooed, handing them their bags as Billy counted out bills.

“And you’re not even showing. With Jon, I must’ve put on thirty pounds.” Steve looked around.

He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt, mostly wearing too-big clothes of Billy’s these days, trying to hide what he could for as long as possible. He was beginning to get insecure about the weight he was gaining, even though it showed off the growth of their pup.

But he’s vain. And Steve’s the first to admit that.

He lifted his sweatshirt to show the shirt underneath, the tighter fabric showing off his little bump. Joyce smiled at them, and it made Steve feel so warm.

“I want copies of the very first sonogram.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Enforcers: Part 6 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

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The steady burst of snow is burning your hands.

You're frozen to the bones. And all you can hear is the chattering of your teeth as you drag the limp body of your Leviathan down the shambles of a road that once led you to freedom, to success.

Your eyes snap open as you pull yourself out of the nightmare, clutching at your shaking form underneath the sheets. You stretch your arm out behind you to feel for the man you gave yourself to the night before but find nothing but empty space.

Had you imagined the whole thing?

The grey sheets are tucked so neatly around you, and the nightstand is devoid of any of your trinkets that you know you're not in your own room. Something clatters in the kitchen, and you hear Suguru curse, making you get up and toss off the sheets. Before your hand reaches for the doorknob, you notice your lack of clothing and grab the bathrobe hanging from a hook by the door. You tie the massive cotton item around yourself and fling the door open, not bothering to fix your hair before walking into the living room.

Before you can peek into the kitchen, a pair of blue eyes catch your visage and looks twice before a smile spreads across Gojo's face.

"Aw, shit. Yuki said you were wasted, but I didn't think-- I knew you had it in you, Su, but damn..."

Suguru appears a second later, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and catching you in his bathrobe, standing in shock in the living room. "Oh, y/n," he murmurs, and pushes his bangs out of his face. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry about the noise; I was trying to cook breakfast."

"No, it's okay," you whisper, and he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes roving over your figure clad in his bathrobe.

"Looks good on you."

"Yo, can you quit flirting and hurry up? I have to brief you two on your next mission before Toji tries to beat me to the pool hall."

"Right," you sit across from Gojo on the couch, and Suguru turns off the stove to sit next to you. You notice he isn't timid in front of Satoru, placing his arm around the couch behind you. Gojo notices this and says nothing, instead choosing to thump the file in his hands onto the table. You reach for it, then open the black folder, noting the heavy redaction on many of the pages.

"This might be your biggest one yet," Gojo states, leaning forward. "You're going to be recovering some evidence needed in our search for Kenjaku."

Kenjaku. The most elusive man in the entire CSB. Known for blowing covers of CSB Kitsune, organizing massive Leviathan casualties on staged recon missions, and relentlessly terrorizing the Grand Council with threats of bringing the CSB to its knees.

Your palms begin to sweat, and Suguru takes the file from your hands, letting you lace your fingers together to stop them from shaking.

"How do we know this isn't a setup?" Suguru wonders and then looks up from the folder. "And why is y/n coming with us? This is normally Leviathan work."

"Y/n is going in as a scout. But you'll be with her, along with four other high-level ops teams. It'll be presented as a routine inspection of the systems, but you two will orchestrate the recovery. The other four teams will assist with entry and extraction."

"And what kind of evidence is this?"

"Files." Your mind flashes to the files sitting in the trash on your desktop, and you inhale deeply. "Files from a computer linked to a DDOS attack from his base. You'll be going in and retrieving them with a thumb drive." The thumb drive is slapped onto the table, the silver color shining in the light of the living room.

"When do we leave?" you wonder, and Gojo smiles, showing all of his teeth.

"In twelve hours, right as everyone is getting off. The building will need to be empty when you two go in to prevent any suspicions or reports back to Kenjaku."

"Got it."

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Geto drives you to the rendezvous, wearing an all-black outfit and glasses that he keeps fiddling with nervously. His tattoos are covered up, but that doesn't make him look any less intimidating.

Again, he's a "security officer". Well, one without a gun, which is probably why he's fiddling with his fake glasses so much.

You consider your cover - Information Technology Officer - and look down at your outfit again. Your dress pants and frilly white blouse look the part, but you don't feel the part.

"This is too easy," you mention, and Suguru glances over at you.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"So I just go into this room, find the computer, and plug in the thumb drive?"

"You have to locate the one--"

"Row Eleven, computer eighteen."

"You're too good at this," Suguru laughs, and you chuckle, looking out of the window. The massive building looms ahead, and you feel your gut twist painfully. As you pull into the parking garage, you watch for the first set of teams to assist with entry. They'd be disguised as guards that will lead you into the building and up to the room, and then two sets of guards would come to get you and lead you out, taking the thumb drive with them as they depart.

But why so many people? Weren't you and Suguru enough to get in and get out with the evidence?

You step out of the car after Suguru parks, and when you get to the front of the building, you see the first set of guards. They open the doors to the main floor, where people are still milling about and wrapping up for the day. Next, you're walked to the elevators, where one of the guards swipes a keycard, his eyes looking everywhere but at you and Suguru as he presses the up button. His partner stands closely behind you two, but you consider the ultra level of security a comfort.

Suguru, however, is not so thrilled.

"Can you back the fuck up?" he turns and asks the woman behind you, who steps back at the forcefulness of his tone. You look up at him and notice a deep frown line set into his brows as you walk onto the elevator, unaccompanied. Suguru punches the "7" button with his knuckle and stands stiffly as the doors close on the two security guards below.

"Everything's going to be fine," you reassure him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You'll see." He grunts in response as the elevator grinds to a halt, and the automated voice announces, "Floor Seven". The second set of guards meets you right outside of the elevators, one taking the lead while the other walks behind you as you walk past a row of frosted glass doors. A key card is swiped again, and you go past a wooden door that has no windows before walking down a less inviting hallway.

Row eleven, computer eighteen.

The guard in front opens a door leading to the computer room, and you're met with a fierce blue glow from the dormant screens.

"Ten minutes," Suguru advises you, and you walk past him, nodding.

"Give me seven."

You count the rows from the back of the room and find the eleventh row easily, then down the long path to computer eighteen. When you sit down at the screen, your fingers quickly type in the password: TOUR-DOZE-KURD.

You take the thumb drive out of your pocket and wait for the program files to load, searching through each and every one with lightning speed.

"If I was a suspicious file... where would I be..." You open the TEMP files and instantly find a massive .zip file just out in the open. You open the ZIP extractor and wait for the files to pop up, sticking the thumb drive into the computer and inhaling before the "finished" notification pops up.

However, when the files open, your eye catches on one, in particular, making your heart stop.

Release to Y/n on (unknown date and time).

Two and a half minutes left on the clock.

You drag the extracted files to the thumb drive icon, but you click on the folder addressed to you while they're downloading.

And you discover the same videos, the same audio files, the same documents that were dropped onto your computer. Yet, all you can hear is the rushing sound of blood in your ears as you click out and look at the other files, hundreds of names and release times labeled on files.

Two other names catch your eye, and you balk, fearing the worst if you open them:

Geto Suguru. (released).

Yu Haibara. (do not release).

Once the files finish transferring with only a minute to spare, you snatch the stick out of the computer and leap up, shutting the device down before rushing out of the room.

"Suguru, there's something very wro--" You stop in your tracks as you see two men dressed in grey Kitsune uniforms standing across from Suguru, their guns pointed at the two of you. Suguru's hands are raised, and you shakily inhale, feeling the thumb drive growing hot in your pocket.

"I know, baby," he whispers, eyes focused on the men blocking your exit down the hallway. "Looks like we've been set up."

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[lucyjay]

Finally  (I.ck)

You and Changkyun have been fuck buddies for a while now but all it takes for both of you to realise your true feelings is a make out session with Lee Taeyong.

Pairing: I.M ( Changkyun) x fem. reader ft. Lee Taeyong x reader 

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: kissing, sexual touching, unprotected sex (wrap it up fellahs), swearing, slight degradation, mentions of hate sex, possessiveness

Being a Starship Ent backup dancer meant not only following their groups in award shows and live performances, but most of the times even enjoying a couple after parties. And that’s how you found yourself trapped between a wall and Lee Taeyong’s mouth, gasping for air while he is devouring with all the strength he can master after rocking a live stage for 30′ straight.

“Every single fucking time I see you, I’m trying to control myself not to take you right there and then on stage”, he states between moans while his tongue trails down your jawline only to cease at your neck. 

You can feel yourself getting wet already but you know making out with Taeyong at a party held by the industry’s biggest companies is risky and irresponsible to say the least. Have you been craving for his touch since you saw him performing a couple hours ago? Yes. Have you always wondered how he would feel like buried balls deep inside you while you scream his name? Hell yeah. You don’t wanna pass on sex with Taeyong but you need to take it somewhere safer. 

“Tae, let’s go back to your hotel”, you manage to let out and you feel his smile against your skin when he nods positively. He grabs your hand but before you get to take a single step, you hear a voice calling your name causing you to freeze in your spot. A voice you would recognise amongst hundreds of screaming voices. 

You both turn to face the man standing a couple meters behind you, resting his weight against the wall you were pinned against only moments ago.

“How about this scenario”, he starts and waves his hand in the air like a maestro leading an orchestra,”...Taeyong fucks off back to his hotel and cuddles with one of his 327 members, and you stay your ass exactly where you are? Sounds better to me”, his dark tone sends shivers down your spine.

You can feel Taeyong’s confused eyes on your frame and you wish the earth could swallow you whole right there and then. But then again why? You and Changkyun aren’t a couple. He has no business telling you what or what not to do.

“Kyunah, am I missing something? I’m sure Y/N wants to join me back at mine so, if you don’t mind”, the older chuckles and turns to leave when Changkyun’s voice stops you once again.

“That’s the thing Taeyong. You are missing something and Y/N isn’t going anywhere with anyone but me. It’s not your fault, it’s between me and her so please”, the younger one was cut off mid sentence.

“Ah, I see you even dropped your honorifics”, Taeyong turns to you his hand still holding yours, “... I think he is mad at you Y/N.”, he teases and you take a deep breath preparing for the shit to hit the fan because you know that the last thing one should do when Changhyuk gets like this, would be to tease him. Tae turns his gaze back unto the slightly taller man’s frame. “ I think It should be her who decides what she wants to do. Don’t you?.”, he pauses, “...Changkyunah”, the name leaving his lips dipped in irony and you know this is it. 

Changkyun takes a step towards your direction and his frame is towering above yours and Taeyong’s body at this point. He chuckles allowing his gaze to drop on the floor while taking a deep breath possibly to end the lot of you, you think to yourself.

“Taeyongah, how about you let her hand go. Unless you want your group’s dance line to be 2 legs short”, his tone now serious with no room for games and tease. Taeyong lets out a breath and focuses his attention back on your face. Before he manages to allow any words to leave his mouth you interrupt him, placing a hand on his chest.

“Oppa, let me sort out this misunderstanding with Changkyun and I’ll join you later on. Is that ok? I know there’s gonna be a party at your hotel anyway so, you’ll see me there. Is that ok?”, you use the sweetest tone you can master while batting your eyelashes at him and you have him melting under your stare. 

“Sure thing baby. See you later”, he agrees and lets your hand go. After placing a soft kiss on your cheek he turns to Changkyun. “..have a good one man. See you around”, and with a chuckle he turns to leave, leaving you and the dark haired man standing next to you staring at each other and you swear you would be able to cut the tension with a knife at this point. 

You don’t get to even think of something to say, when his grip is on your arm literally dragging you up the staircase near the entrance of the space the event is being held at. You try to keep up with his step, pushing yourself to run when you realise that there is no way he will loosen his hold on you till you reach whichever destination he is guiding you towards. When you get to a couple floors above the one you were at a few moments ago, you realise that he is taking you where the group’s rooms are. 

“I didn’t know you had rooms in this hotel as well. Why are the dancer’s at a different hotel t-..”, he cuts you off by placing his finger on your lips. You hold a breath and for the first time get to stare straight at him. His eyes are dark and they hold something unknown to you. Something you haven’t seen before; it’s not lust, it’s not anger...

“Stop trying to read me for fuck’s sake”, he spits and opens the door in front of you, pushing you inside, locking it once he gets in the room as well. He lets out a breath, his back leaning against the door, his head tilted back and his eyes glued at the ceiling as he is trying to calm himself down.

You don’t know what to do. You don’t understand his behaviour and you know he isn’t planning on helping you to do so. You turn and walk towards the large window nonchalantly roaming your gaze at the city that spreads before you. The view is breathtaking and for a fraction of a second you allow yourself to think of the beauty of the view instead of the raging man behind you. This however doesn’t last long. Moments after, you feel two arms caging you in a hug. You can feel his body glued to yours and his chin resting on the crook of your neck.

“Distress and fear”. he whispers against your neck and the feeling of his warm breath against your skin has your eyes rolling back inside your head. “what?”, you ask and your voice comes out so quiet that you’re surprised he heard you.

“You were trying to understand what I was feeling. Distress and fear. Distress because i saw Lee fucking Taeyong eating your face like a fucking animal and fear because I was scared you would actually chose to go with him”, his tone isn’t weak anymore and you can sense him sliding back into character. His usual character. The annoying, bratty, aggressive, spoiled motherfucker you know. You shake him off and take a step away from him, walking up and down the space between the bed and the sofa trying to gather your thoughts just so that you won’t slap him right there and then.

“Let me get this straight because I assume you are mistakenly under the impression that you get to boss me around”, you take a short breath, “...you got mad because I, a single, free woman, chose to make out with a hot dude and then you were scared that I would chose him over you? First of all, what I do with my mouth and my pussy is none of your business and second of all. I don’t remember being given an option back there. All I remember was me being forced to agree with a 25 year old brat only because I knew that you would throw a fucking tantrum as you always do whenever you don’t get what you want.”, you finally stop and stare at him only to find his eyes already on you, wide open in shock. You can feel a dryness in your throat and you get a hint that you might have been actually screaming, but you don’t care, you have had enough of this behaviour.

“Whenever I don’t get what I want?”, he speaks and his voice though strong, carries an undertone of hurt. “ I throw a tantrum whenever I don’t get what I want?”, he continues louder and takes a step towards your direction. You take a step back only to feel the edge of the bed meeting the back of your knee. 

“Let me tell you how I see it then, because I feel like you are mistakenly under the impression that your behaviour is acceptable without realising that you’re being a bitch. You wanna fuck? You come to me. You wanna disappear for a week? You disappear for a week-” 

“That happened once”, you cut him off understanding what incident he is talking about.

“And i found you at a club, climbed up on a motherfucker’s lap.”, he shouts and his voice makes you jolt. “ I throw a tantrum whenever i don’t get what i want? The only time you saw me talking, TALKING’, he emphasises, “ to another girl you started flirting with Kihyun. Are you for fucking real? Who goes crazy when they don’t get things their way? You are the spoiled brat here not me.’, he brushes his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I don’t know what you feel. I can never tell what you’re thinking. How am I supposed to act?”, you say and your voice is now soft. You don’t want to push him because you find truth in his words and even though it hurts, you want to make it right.

“Why would I? Why would I let you understand? Why would I open up to someone who cares about me only when she wants a good fuck? You think it’s easy for me, holding back?”, he is standing right in front of you, not even a meter in between you, ducking slowly so that his face would be on the same level as yours. You lift your gaze to look at him and you see tears pooling in his eyes. 

Your chest feels heavy and you have to fight back your own tears from falling, not even knowing what they’re for. It’s getting harder to breathe yet all you want to do is hug the man in front of you. Not knowing why, or how that would help the mess unraveling between the two fo you, but all you can think about is offering him some comfort the only way you know how; physical contact. 

And that’s what you do, throwing your hands around his neck, your chest flashed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder. Your actions catch him off guard, you can tell, because it takes him a couple seconds to return the hug. But his does, his hands now toying with your hair while he pushes his entire body against yours. 

Your fingers are drawing meaningless shapes on his back, slowly traveling down to his lower body eventually resting on his ass and you push your lower part against his. He groans and quickly pushes you away.

“Are you for real right now? You’re doing it again. You’re using sex again. You are un-fucking-believable”, an ironic laugh slips his lips and he throws you a glare that makes you feel both stupid and small. 

“That’s what we do Chan. We fight and we have make up sex or hate sex or whatever. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it. And if that’s the case then I’m sorry if I ever pushed you to do something you didn’t feel comfortable doing. As the older person here I should be the one-”

“Oh shut up, will you.”, he snaps, eyes locked with yours. “Don’t patronise me Y/N”.

“I see you have completely given up on your honorifics today, Taeyong was right”, you throw and you regret the snarky comment the moment it leaves your mouth.

“I always use titles that match one’s actions. There are times that I call you noona and that i’m being polite. Then there’s moments when you’re acting like a bitch. So today, that’ll be the title I’m going with. Bitch.”, he growls and you know that your pussy  shouldn’t be throbbing like that at his words. Your palms shouldn’t be sweaty and the only thing you want to do now shouldn’t be to let him take you on every single surface inside this bloody hotel room. 

You push your legs together in a useless attempt to calm the muscles dancing in your core. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he lets out a light chuckle while shaking his head in dispute. 

“Clothes off”, his voice comes out so calm and you feel bewitched. Staring at him you do as he says, getting rid of every piece of clothing hugging your body and move on to lay down on the bed. His stare is dancing on your figure, lingering a second or two more on your breasts, your curves. God, he has never seen a more perfect human being but he can’t let you know that. His pride won’t allow him to admit it. 

Following your actions, he takes off his clothes throwing them on a pile next to yours on the floor, and move up on the bed, his body now hovering above yours, his waist resting between your thighs.  

His hand plays with your breast, harshly pinching the sensitive bud before capturing it in his mouth causing the first loud moan to escape your lips. He teases with his tongue a bit more and then focuses his attention back on your face. You throw your hands around his neck and push him onto you, crashing your lips together. You kiss him softly, tenderly and it shocks you how much emotion you let out on a simple kiss. 

That’s not your usual self. You never show him your true emotions when you kiss or fuck. How pathetic? You think to yourself. The backup dancer who fell in love with a famous idol. The realisation of how dangerous this all is hits you like a truck and you halt all your movements, detaching your lips from his.

Changkyun gives you a confused look as you gently push him off of you, but he refuses to move an inch, trying to catch your eyes, looking for any sort of hint, feeling or explanation. 

“What’s wrong”, he asks softly and he places a hand on your cheek, slowly caressing your skin.

“Chan, I-i can’t. I need to go”, you let out and your eyes are now scanning the room trying to locate your clothes when he grabs your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at him. 

“You can and you won’t go anywhere. You want me? Tell me Y/N, do you want me?”, he radiates so much tension and you understand that this must be hard for him as well. Fuck it, it’s now or never.

“I’m in love with you. I know I shouldn’t, you can’t even date for fuck’s sake. It’s so stupid of me, I’ve been so stupid Chan, thinking that I wouldn’t get attached if I just acted like I didn’t, but I can’t do it anymore.”, you plead and you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks. “ Please end this. End this between us because I don’t have the strength to do it”, you hide your face inside your palms trying to not burst into a full sob. 

He takes your hands in his and moves them from your face. There’s a smile jeweling his beautiful lips and you can’t help but feel a wave of heat spreading in your chest. Next thing you can feel is his hard member pushing slowly into you, filling you up so good and all you can do is moan out his name. 

He sets a slow, steady pace that has you seeing stars. His lips kissing your mouth, cheeks, neck, softly biting the skin on your shoulder. You feel so close to him, you can feel the heat his body radiates, his heartbeat and suddenly it’s too much yet perfect. You allow yourself to get drown in this emotion, get swallowed by this man’s aura.

“Will you be my girlfriend? Be mine baby, please”, he whispers next to your ear before he gently bites on your lob. You moan out his name feeling closer to your high with every thrust, every word, every move. He doesn’t stop, he keeps fucking into you slowly but more harshly than before causing his pelvic area to slam against your oversensitive clit with every push.

“Chan, please I-I’m close-”, your whine gets lost in your own moans.

“Answer me first. Will you..”, he thrusts so deep inside you that you can feel him touching that soft spot that has your body going numb. “...be”, he says and thrusts again, with the same speed and strength and you can feel your release approaching. “...my girlfriend?”, he pushes inside you for the last time and you can only scream out your answer not caring about anyone else hearing you.

“Yes, yes. Please”, you plead and you know you won’t last more than a few more second. You stare at him and you can feel his dick twitching inside you causing your pussy to clench around the member. He is not moving, he stays still, balls deep inside you, staring at you lovingly and in all honesty you don’t need much more in order to cum.

“Cum for me baby, let it go”, he whispers while leaving soft kisses on your face and your body obeys, releasing around his member, clenching tighter again and again as you moan out his name. You can feel him spilling inside you, as he drops his entire body weight on yours, your hands playing with a couple strands of his hair.

It takes you a couple minutes for both of you to calm your breathings when you decide to break the silence.

“Changkyun, you can’t date”, you state and your tone melts like chocolate giving him goosebumps. He raises his head to take a look at your fucked out face and he knows that if he wasn’t already so head over heals for you, he would for sure fall in love right at this moment.

“I can do whatever I want”, he smiles.”I’m not some kind of pretty face that fills a gap in a group. What I write, what I sing and who I date are my decision.”, he continues and you can’t help but admit that you love this confident side of him. How he knows what his worth is and how not to take shit from anyone. 

“Ok. I trust you.”, you smile and leave a shy peck on his lips.

“Finally for fuck’s sake”, he shouts and throws his head back laughing like a kid who won their first grand prize. You can’t help but laugh back at him when you realise that he is still buried inside you and you can feel him getting hard again.

“Babe, I think-”

“Round two?”, he asks with a devilish smile on his lips.

[watchmegetobsessed]

And I always will - Tom Holland

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week 3 babies! it’s been so long since i last wrote for Tom and this story just screamed for him when I made up the plot. so here is some cute friends to lovers christmas edition! updated the fanficmas post with next week’s fic and added another one for the 24th, check it out if you are interested!

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It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date!

That’s your mantra for the evening and the closer the time is coming when Tom is picking you up, the louder you’re shouting it in your mind. Well, while it was sure he was nowhere near your apartment you physically kept telling yourself, heart pounding in your chest with each passing moment, but when he texted you that he’d be there in five you shut yourself up.

Stepping to the mirror you take one last look at yourself in your simple black dress and red blazer, a simple but fitting look for the annual Christmas party of the company you’re working for. You tug your hair behind your ears to make your earrings more apparent, they are like little red Christmas ornaments, the perfect touch up for the occasion and you also happen to know Tom loves how you wear them around the holidays every year.

This whole thing started a week ago when he was over for a movie night, something you often did when he was in town and you whined about having to go to the company party alone again and listen to your boss comment on how she was already married at your age. She is a very old school woman with strong beliefs that a woman should be able to catch herself a man at an early age if she doesn’t want to end up alone for the rest of her life.

You were only twenty three, not at all in rush to settle down, but you hated the teasing and commenting every year. It happened all through the year, but it was the worst at the Christmas party, because then she had the time to talk to you without the distraction of work, so she was able to touch on more personal topics as well.

Tom listened to you patiently, letting you rage about the irritation even the thought brings to you every year before proposing his idea.

“I could go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.”

The words rolled off his tongue so easily, like it was nothing at all, when in reality it put your stomach into a knot immediately. It might have not mean anything to him other than just a friendly request but it meant so much more to you, being in love with the man for years.

Cliché, right? Falling for your best friend and keeping your emotions bottled up because you’re too afraid to come clear and possibly ruin your friendship. It sounds like a horrible teen movie, but this is the truth. It’s not something you can just blurt out without having to overthink about all the possible outcomes that would send you into a rabbit hole of the worst case scenarios until you are scared to talk about your feelings for life.

You were hesitant about his idea, but like every time, he managed to talk your ears off and convince that it would be a great idea.

“Lots are already thinking we are a couple, it would be easy!” he assured you, and he gave you a sly, cocky smirk, one you can never resist. So naturally, you said yes at the end and that brings you to this evening, when you’re nervously waiting for him to arrive to pick you up so the two of you could go to that stupid party together, pretending to be a couple.

You keep pacing back and forth in the small hallway as you wait for him to arrive and when you hear the knock on the door you jump.

It’s not a date, Y/N! Just pretentious!

You keep telling yourself your little mantra as you stride over to the door and open it for him. And there he is, handsome as ever, wearing black dress pants and a nice, crispy looking white shirt under his wool coat, the top buttons of the shirt left undone to let your greedy eyes a little hint of his toned chest underneath the fabric. You need to stop yourself from sucking on your breath, he looks so great, not just now, but all the damn time, making you feel lightheaded with just a simple smile.

“You look beautiful, girlfriend,” he tells you, putting a teasing tone into the last word and though it was just a joke, it made your heart flutter for sure.

“Thank you, boyfriend,” you shyly smile, the word tastes so sweet on your tongue, but there’s some hidden pain behind it.

“Ready to go?” You nod and grab your coat and purse before shutting the door behind you and locking the door.

The ride is short, but feels like forever. You’re anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, heart pounding in your chest and you fear that Tom might hear it and question you about it. This is so nerve-wrecking, and so not how you imagined to be his girlfriend for the first time.

Though it’s the closest you’ll get to the title, probably, you tell yourself, stomach churning at the thought.

“Hey,” Tom’s soft voice grabs your attention when he stops at a red light. “Nervous?”

“Just a little,” you nod shortly. “I just… want to my boss to take me seriously for once,” you lie, because there’s absolutely no way you are telling him it’s him that makes you shit your panties.

“I’ll be right there with you and we’ll charm the shit out of that woman,” he smirks making you laugh at his words.

“Hope so,” you mumble with a sigh, turning back to stare out the window.

Tom parks down in an empty spot near the venue that holds the part and he helps you out of the car giving you a hand, but he doesn’t let go of it once you are standing on your feet, holding your hand and even lacing your fingers together. When he gives it a gentle squeeze you peek up at him and notice that he is looking down at your with a warm smile as if he is trying to tell you that it’s gonna be alright without words. You try to swallow your anxious thoughts and hope he doesn’t find your hand too sweaty as the two of you head inside.

You work for a huge marketing company, one of the biggest ones in London. You landed an assistant job two years ago, fresh out of college and worked yourself up to be a fulltime graphic designer, mostly working on visuals for smaller campaigns running in the company, but you were proud of your work and enjoyed it to the fullest. One of the lead designers is rumored to retire sometime next year and you were hoping to be considered for his spot, thought there are quite a lot who has been working there for a longer time, but you felt like you have proven yourself to be suitable for the job. Tonight you are praying to charm your boss so she would move your name forward in the process and earn you a few good points at the admission, but this meant that you have to make her believe you are the definition of couple goals so she would get off your back and finally see that you are trying your best to move forward in life.

The venue is one big ball room, several tables set on the sides with the department’s name on the table to let people know where to sit, the luxurious decoration making the whole place appear like Winter Wonderland straight out of a fairytale. There’s a stage at the very back with a DJ already playing and a dancefloor in the middle, some guests are busting their best dance moves there, while others are enjoying the open buffet that runs along the two sides, tables filled with the most delicious looking meals.

A waiter greets you both, offering you champagne and you gladly take a glass while Tom shakes his head with a soft “I’m driving, thank you”.

Looking around you see some familiar faces but there are a lot new ones. The company has a whole office building with five floors and one usually stays on their own floor throughout the working days, you don’t interact much, so it’s hard to tell who you are working with on a wider level.

“Do you know where we are sitting?” Tom asks leaning closer to your ear so you hear what he is saying over the music and as his hot breath hits your neck it sends a shiver down your spine.

He is so close and his hand feels so warm on mine, you think to yourself while your eyes scan the place, trying to find your colleagues. When you spot them you pull Tom in their direction, plastering a nervous smile on your lips.

“Hi everyone!” you greet them arriving to the big, circular table. You work with a team of ten designers, some of them are older, but there are two around your age. Sally is twenty-five, her desk is right across yours and you’ve become closer, eating lunch together almost every day, and then there’s Owen, who is basically the office’s gossip source, always knows what happened to who and he makes sure to give the word away to the right people. Your older colleagues find him nosy, but you think it’s funny how he can still get any information from anyone even though he is known to have a big mouth. There’s just something about a tall, gay dude who approaches you with a sly smile, it’s like he puts a spell on people and they magically start talking. He often joins you and Sally for lunch, the three of you forming a club of young, ambitious people, holding each other up so you don’t get crushed by the judgy thirties.

When Owen looks up from his cocktail he almost spits it out seeing Tom standing next to you, holding your hand firmly.

“Little miss Y/N?! What is this supposed to be?” he gasps dramatically and you just chuckle shaking your head at him.

“This, is my uhh—This is my boyfriend, Tom,” you nervously introduce him and he waves around politely.

“Hi, nice to meet you all,” he calls out and most just acknowledge him with a nod and a hello, but Owen is over the roof that you just appeared with Tom Holland by your side.

“Why haven’t you tell me you were fucking Spider-Man himself?” he continues to rage and you almost choke on your own saliva hearing his words. Your cheeks start to heat up, but seemingly Tom doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as you, he just chuckles lightly, before pulling out your seat to help you sit before he takes the seat next to you.

Sally, who is sitting between you and Owen just slaps his chest in a warning manner.

“Control yourself!” she scolds him, but it only earns her an eye-roll.

“I’m sorry, but I feel offended I didn’t know about this,” he explains pointing at you and Tom.

“I hope you understand that I like to keep my private life, well, private. So it’s my fault Y/N hasn’t been bragging about us.” Tom rescues you from making up some stupid lie and you’re happy you didn’t have to say a word, so you just chug down half of your champagne in hopes it would ease your nerves a little.

Surprisingly, Owen backs off immediately, giving you a knowing look, as if he understood so well the life of a well-known actor even though he was far from being one.

“Oh, totally. I get it, don’t worry about it, Tom. Though I’m sure she’s been dying to talk about you all along.”

“Has she?” Tom teasingly looks down at you and you just let out an awkward chuckle nodding.

“Yeah. Exactly,” you mumble finishing off your champagne and putting it to the table. Tom can easily tell how nervous you are, so he puts a hand to your knee under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there afterwards, but it just rises your anxiety level. You are highly aware of every touch and look, as if your senses became hypersensitive all of a sudden, but only to Tom.

“So how long you two have been together?” Sally asks with a warm smile, trying her best to steal the opportunity from Owen to talk so he doesn’t say anything inappropriate and you are endlessly thankful to her for that.

“Um, couple of months,” you say the first thing that comes to your mind and from the corner of your eye you see Tom just nod along your words.

“And how do you know each other if I might ask?”

“We’ve been friends for a long time, actually,” Tom speaks up this time. “Y/N’s dad used to work with my dad when we were younger and we sort of became friends. I was always in love with her, though it took me a long time to grow the balls to ask her out.” You are stunned at how easily he is talking about something that’s not real, as if he has been building up this story in his mind for a while, but that can’t be the case of it.

“Oh, this is so cute! And did you feel the same way?” Sally asks you. Licking your lips you glance over at Tom.

“Yeah. Loved him all along,” you softly say and it’s the truth, however he will probably never know about it.

“It’s like in the movies!” Sally gasps, holding her hand to her chest.

Tom’s eyes still hold yours and he gives your knee another squeeze that makes you take a deep breath before you tear your gaze away from him, feeling giddy and lightheaded.

You stay at the table a little longer before the two of you head to fill your plates before everything is fully gone. It’s kind of a relief to get away from Owen and Sally, you hated lying to them, but you had no choice.

“Everything alright?” Tom asks, brushing a hand against the small of your back as the two of you stand at the buffet, looking at the food.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod with a weak smile. “Just a little nervous,” you admit.

“Don’t be, we are doing just fine,” he smirks and leaning down he kisses your forehead gently. It’s nothing new, he often does this and the gesture always manages to pull you out of your boiling thoughts and it has the same effect this time as well. You feel like you can breathe again after holding it in for a long time.

You carelessly glance over your shoulder as you wait for Tom to finish packing his plate up with veggies when you spot your boss talking to a guy who you recall works as an accountant on a higher level. Her eyes move just enough to meet yours and you suck on your breath when she spots Tom next to you, right when he reaches out mindlessly sliding a hand to your waist.

“Oh God, she saw us,” you mumble under your breath as you watch her excuse herself from the guy and head in your way.

“Hm? What?” Tom lifts his head and his eyes quickly find the tall, lean woman walking towards you with ambitious and confident steps. Mrs. Winston is the kind of woman that could easily intimidate any high power man in the industry, and she worked hard to be where she is now. However, you don’t necessarily always share her beliefs of the world and life, for instance her vision of a woman marrying a man as young as possible.

“Y/N? Who is this handsome man you brought tonight?” she asks right away, eyes landing on Tom who has put his plate to the table behind him and circled an arm around your waist. Before you could even get a word out, Tom extends his other hand out for her, with a charming smile.

“Tom Holland. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Winston. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Oh God, you’ll never get used to hearing him say that and you’re amazed he remembered her name even though you just mentioned it earlier.

“Nice to meet you too. Call me Carol,” she smiles, seemingly already loving Tom and honestly, you can’t blame her. “I saw that you were bringing a plus one, but I was expecting a relative,” she comments finally paying you a glance and you can feel the sharpness in it, how she partially meant it as an insult, but you just smile at her widely.

“Oh, no. Hope you don’t mind it.”

“Not at all. So tell me, why do you look so familiar, Tom?”

“I’m an actor, you might have seen me in movies.” It takes Mrs. Winston to put the picture together, but when she eventually does, she gives you a highly approving look.

“Well yes! Now I remember! I think my son in law is a big fan.”

“Give him my best wishes,” Tom nods with a warm smile.

“You know, I’m happy to see Y/N finally with a worthy man by her side. I always told her to grab herself a good one before she runs out of time,” Mrs. Winston starts her usual sermon.

“Oh, I think Y/N is perfect on her own, I think she is an amazing individual,” Tom replies and your and Mrs. Winston’s eyebrows rise at the same time. “I don’t think a woman needs a man by her side to make her complete and I admire her strength as a person on her own, not just in a relationship.”

“Don’t you think a woman needs the support of a man to succeed in this man dominated world we live in?”

“Not at all,” he shakes his head confidently and you feel him pull you closer to his side while you listen to his words curiously. “I think women deserve the recognition of them and their work and not to have it overshadowed by any men. I’m proud to be Y/N’s boyfriend and I’ll support her through everything, but I would never let anyone think of her as just a part of our relationship, or the person connected to me, because she is so much more than that and I want everyone to recognize that.”

You are at a loss of words, you knew Tom was a feminist, supporting women’s rights passionately, but you never heard him talk about it in a close relation with you. His words twisted your heart in the best possible way and though tonight is all about faking, something is telling you that these are his genuine thoughts, except the part about your relationship, but he could easily mean just your friendship under that.

Mrs. Winston seems stunned at the honest and forward answer, though you can tell it surprised her that someone went against her beliefs. However, it doesn’t seem like she is upset about it, more like she appreciates the balls that someone spoke up.

Her eyes fall back on you and there’s a small smile tugging at her red lips.

“He is a keeper, Y/N,” she simply tells you before walking away.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out when she is far away. Tom gives your waist another squeeze as he glances down at you with a smirk. “It’s like you put a spell on her!”

“I’m a charming bastard,” he shrugs smugly before grabbing his plate from the table and the two of you make your way back to the table.

Following the little talk with your boss you feel a lot more relaxed, knowing that Tom charmed the shit out of the woman. Now you are starting to enjoy the party, laughing with Sally and Owen and you’re happy to see that Tom is getting along with them pretty well too.

When the DJ starts playing All I Want For Christmas, the whole room cheers as one and most guests rush to the dance floor, that includes you and Tom as well.

He keeps you close, twirling you and moving around with you to the song, even singing it just like most people around you. Looking around you spot Mrs. Winston dancing as well, a lot more reserved than you, but she looks like she’s genuinely having a good time. She winks at you when your eyes meet and she sees Tom wrap an arm around your waist. You feel yourself blushing and you turn back to him, earning a sweet smile from him as he is enjoying the party.

When the song ends, the DJ slows it down a few knots playing Christmas Lights by Coldplay, people start to leave the dancefloor, only couple staying to slow dance to the song. Your eyes meet Tom and you thought he might want to go back to the table, but instead, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you to his chest, starting to sway to the rhythm.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his body pressed against yours, his hands holding your waist firmly, and you cheek is next to his, occasionally brushing in the motions. You run your hands up his broad shoulders and rest them behind his neck, a shiver running down your spine when you hear him sing the lines into your ear:

“Like some drunken Elvis singing, I go singing out of tune, saying how I always loved you darling and I always will.”

You lean back just enough to look into his eyes, feeling like the words he sang were a message addressed straight to you and you needed to see it in his look. When your gazes meet your heart skips a beat when they validate your thoughts. He sang those lines on purpose and he wanted you to hear them, but still, you can’t bring yourself to say or do something. You just stand there, wrapped in his arms, eyes lost in his, swaying gently to the song.

He brings a hand up to your face and tugs your hair behind your ears, his yes fall to your earring and he can’t help the smile that tugs on his lips.

“I don’t know if this is the right time, but I feel like it is,” he softly starts, seemingly having a hard time to find his words. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you breathe out faintly.

“I love you.”

The words almost push you out of your balance, and you feel like you are falling down in a deep, endless hole. He said the words you’ve been aching to hear from him for so long, he really said them and he is looking at you with eyes you’ve only seen in the mirror when you were thinking about telling him about your feelings. But this time the look belongs to him and he is breathlessly waiting for you to say something in return.

“I love you too,” you softly tell him, brushing your fingers gently along his jawline. He breaks a relieved smile, but then furrows his eyebrows in a serious expression.

“Just to make it sure, you are not talking about a friendly love, right?”

You can’t help but let out a chuckle, shaking your head at him.

“No. Not friendly,” you assure him and he sighs in relief again.

“Great, because it would have been really awkward.”

You bite into your bottom lip, shyly staring up at him, a little lost about what should be said or done next, when you hear Owen call out from behind you.

“You guys are standing under the mistletoe! Kiss!”

First you turn to look at him and then you follow the direction where he is pointing and you see that you are in fact standing under a little mistletoe, hanging from the ceiling. Turning to face Tom you shyly smile at him, while he looks way more confident in himself.

“We can’t break the rule,” he chuckles teasingly, making you laugh as well before leaning down he captures your lips in a sweet, breathtaking kiss.

You feel like a teenager again, the butterflies are going wild in your stomach and you’re pretty sure your hands are shaking, but you couldn’t care less. All you could think about is Tom and that you were finally kissing him. Teenage you would lose her mind knowing you finally got to kiss him, after all those years of secretly dreaming about it.

Tom kisses you again and again until you both are breathing heavily, so he pulls back a little, resting his forehead against yours, his hands keeping you close to him.

“Wanna get out of here?” he breathes out and you nod your head eagerly.

“Fuck yes,” you chuckle making him laugh as well before he grabs your hand and pulls you back to the table to grab your stuff and then head out.

You don’t bother to say goodbye, or tell anyone you’ve left, you were busy feeling Tom’s hands touching you wherever he could, his lips finding yours every other minute. You both are a hot mess in the car on the way home and when you finally reach your apartment, you turn on the Christmas lights in your room, before Tom pulls you down to the bed and makes love to you all through the night.

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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {17}***

Chris Evans x Reader Series

Warning: Heavy Cursing, Lite Angst, Fluff, SMUT, NSFW, FILTH, Taboo Acts

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-Quarantine: Day 56-

 -Chris-

 He was fucked. He was so fucked that he didn’t even realize when he first became unfuckable. Now he was at the deepest level of fucked; he had no idea what to do about it. God, you were beautiful, he thought as he laid beside you watching you sleep like a stalker. He’s been awake for the last thirty minutes, at least trying to reel himself in to no avail. That was how fucked he was. He couldn’t even get a grip and put things into perspective. From day one, he knew that you would be a problem for him. From day one, he knew that if he went here with you, it couldn’t just be a fling. There was no way. Here he was proving himself right. A fling was impossible with you. Just sex was not the context of your relationship. He was fucked.

 You softly moaned again and rolled around the bed. You sounded like an angel--soft, delicate, and angelic. You probably were an angel, a devilish angel. You settled beside him again, still fast asleep. He laid there staring over your face as his thoughts raced a mile a minute. He went over the journey of this whole quarantine thus far until he got to last night. When he thought of the fact that on the beach last night, both of you agreed to something that took your interaction to a whole different level.

 He’d never thought to go raw with anyone. Even when he was with Jessica for those five years, they’d never dared to do it. Neither of them wanted any accidents, especially considering both of their careers were in the beginning stages. With everyone after her, it was a definite nonfactor. He was religious, and the thought of not wearing anything gave him anxiety. However, last night he had none of the qualms he usually would. It was as if he was ready for it and one with his decision. At the time he didn’t think about what it meant, how could he when he was feeling so many new sensations, so many new feelings. He’d felt things he’d pushed to the side plenty of times, felt things that he’d worked overtime to bury. He now suspected there would be no burying it after last night.

 “I trust you.”

 His words echoed in his head. He couldn’t believe he said that and much more that he meant it. He did trust you. He trusted you as much as he trusted Scott, as much as he trusted his mother. He kept his circle small for a reason and. When you became friends with Scott, he’d kept you out of it because he knew you’d become important to him. He knew you were different and knew that if he allowed you in, you’d burrow into him and hatch until he was infested. This was another thing he’d proven to himself as true. A lot of the things he’d suspected he’d proven true.

 “You deserve the better me,” he whispered as he softly grazed across your cheekbone.

 He’d always known it. It was one of the main reasons he’d stayed away for so long. He knew it, and usually, he wouldn’t care to give less, but with you, he wanted to give more and be more. He had to be sure he could give more. Your leg wrapped around one of his, and you moaned again. Every moan he heard, it sparked the familiar fire in him that he knew would lead his toes curling from the way you took him. It hadn’t even been a week since your first night together, and he was already addicted to you.

 When he looked to your leg, the sheet was gone from your bodies. It was now loosely draped across your ankle while your bare thigh was over his hardening desire. The yellow on your toes made you look as if you were on a tropical vacation rather than quarantined in Cape Cod. He loved the way your legs looked and felt entwined with his. Again you moaned while rubbing your inner thigh against his cock and softly rubbed your hand across his chest down his abs. Holding his breath, he waited for your hand to dip lower to where he wanted it, but it stopped where his hip was. Groaning, he stretched his body as he tried to douse the intensifying fire within him.

 “Mmmm.”

 Your eyes fluttered open to gaze at him, but it looked like you were looking right through him. He wanted to know what you were thinking. After a few moments, you scrunched your face and groaned and tried to turn your face away.

 “Oh my god, Chris,” you whined. “You’re here.”

 He turned his body with yours and moved onto his side. “Here? You were just staring at me.”

 “I know,” you mumbled into the pillow.

 “What was that?”

 You turned your face sideways to look at him while using part of the pillowcase to cover your mouth.

 “I know. It’s just been a while since I woke up beside a man. Don’t even get me started with it being a first waking up beside a white man.”

 He snorted and shook his head as you giggled. “ You love making fun of me, don’t you?”

 “You make it so easy.” you moved a little, but he kept your thigh trapped between his.

 “What’s going on with--,” he motioned to the pillowcase you were using as a mouth mask.

 “It’s morning.”

 “Oh, I know it’s morning, and I know you can feel that I know it’s morning.”

 Again you giggled. You were so fucking adorable he couldn’t not touch you. He rolled onto you and settled between your spread legs. The feel of how warm you were almost had him thrusting forward to join your bodies together. He had to practice some restraint, no matter how difficult it was. You kept your hands up, holding onto the pillowcase at your mouth. You moved a little, which gave him the angle he wanted. Your moan was sultry, and it had his cock pulsating against you. It was like a chain reaction between the two of you. One thing set the entire chain effect off until neither of you could resist.

 “What does it’s morning mean?”

 “Morning breath,” you answered. He snorted.

 “Morning breath? So you can smell my breath?”

 You nodded and put your hand over his mouth before you giggled. “You’re lying.”

 He tickled you, which had you dropping the pillowcase as you laughed and writhed on the bed. Each move you made had your bodies rubbing together. After a few moments, you both settled down him holding your hands to the pillow your head rested to.

 “I don’t care if it’s morning or not.” He pressed his lips to yours for a soft kiss that slowly intensified and increased in urgency. In seconds the two of you were moaning together and rocking against each other. Pulling away before things got out of hand, he stared down at you.

 “So it’s been a while since waking up next to man, let alone a white one. Would you say you--like waking up—beside me?”

 His heart unexpectedly began racing thinking of the possibilities of your answer. You could very well say you hated it or preferred waking up with him.

 “Eh—I mean, you’re palatable.”

 The look he gave you must have been a comedic one because you busted out laughing. “Palatable? That’s all?” Again he tickled you but didn’t stop even when you began screeching loudly. He dipped his hand lower and gripped your thigh, pressing it back onto the bed, making him groan when he thought about your flexibility. Just like that, he was rock hard and ready to bury himself inside of you.

 “Christ, you’re going to turn me into a horny old man.”

 You rolled onto him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Turn you? Babe, you’re already a dirty old man.”

 He heard what you said, but his brain stuck to you, calling him “babe.” Again his heart began to race; only this one wasn’t because of anxiety or fear. It was from excitement. Did you mean it? After searching your eyes for a few moments, he kissed you. It was a kiss you reciprocated. You moaned together until you’d managed to straddle him, pressing your folds along his shaft.

 As the kiss turned from sweet and teasing to intense and passionate, you rocked on him with intent. Goosebumps broke out all over his skin, and the more time that passed, the more he wanted you and wanted from you. When you sucked onto his tongue, he lost his shit and got handsy. He gripped your hips and physically lifted you while turning your body around so your sex was over his face. Your squeal was the sign of your shock.

“Chris, what are you doing?”

 “I’m hungry.”

 That was all the explanation he gave before he buried his face and began his feast.

 “Oh fuck!” You dropped your head to his shin and squeezed his leg as if you were afraid to topple over.

 You tasted incredible. He knew now that he wouldn’t ever get tired of tasting you like this. Every swipe or dip of his tongue had you gasping and squeezing his legs harder before every curse in the dictionary tumbled from your lips.

 “Shit, Chris.”

He loved the way you said his name when you were pleased. It always made him work even harder just to have you say it again. He slurped your skin into his mouth and repeated the action four times. Each time he did it, your hips bucked. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he held you in place, slightly changing the angle.

 “Oh my god, Chris. Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

 You were now sitting up on his face lost in your pleasure. Not wanting to keep the same speed or pattern, he slipped his mouth further back and swiped his tongue across your skin. You gasped again and flung your head forward to grip his legs again. You were now propped onto your knees. He gripped your waist again but moved you until he was on his belly behind you with his lips at your second entrance.

 With every flick of his tongue, your moans became louder and louder until you buried your face in the blankets and let them all flow as you willed.

 “Fuck baby, that feels so fucking good.”

 There goes that name again; he thought before he doubled down on his efforts. He delved his tongue inside and swirled, and that sent you lunging forward, trying to get away. His reflexes were quick, so he gripped your hips and pressed you down onto the bed and did everything he knew would send you bucking like a bronco.

 “Fuck!”

You pushed your ass back onto his mouth then began using his mouth as you saw fit. “Yes, yes, oh fuck Chris, I’m gonna come,” you loudly whined.

 He moaned his response and slid two fingers inside of you and picked up the speed to match how he licked you. Your moans turned to whimpers and soon sobs before you shouted. He let go of your hip and plastered his hand across your mouth to muffle your shout. He could feel your wetness leaking out around his fingers, and he didn’t want to waste not one drop. Pulling his fingers free, he slurped at your sex, taking everything you gave.

 When your body began convulsing, he did not let up. He used his lubricated fingers to swirl around your pulsating bud, which made you bite down onto his hand as you screeched out. His hand muffled your pleas, but he audibly heard you scream, “oh fuck, fuck fuck. I can’t.” As soon as he heard it, he pulled away from you and watched as your body continued to shake.

 He peppered kisses along your body, up your spine, across your shoulder blades, on your shoulders, and back down your spin to nibble your cheeks. After doing this a few times, he kissed your ear.

 “Are you all right?”

 “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whispered in a high pitched voice.

 “What?”

 “You’ve got to be kidding me, Chris. Am I—oh my god.”

 He wanted to laugh, but instead, he continued kissing your skin. He loved everything about it—the softness, the taste, the smell of it. You haunted his nights and had even begun to leak over into his days.

 You moved as if you had no energy. It took you a few tries to get onto your arms. Once you did, you grunted as you flipped over onto your back to look at him. He crawled to you and settled between your thighs and took your nipple into his mouth.

 “Oh god, where’d you learn that?”

 He smiled as he continued sucking your flesh. “Learned what?” His mumble was between sucks.

 “You know what. Where’d you learn it?” He bit your nipple and raked his teeth across the sensitive bud.

 “What, where’d I learn to eat the booty like groceries?”

 You busted out laughing so loud he had the most difficult time keeping a straight face. When you looked at him again, he couldn’t help but snicker.

 “Oh my god, fuck groceries, let’s be real you ate it like it was a ten-course gourmet prepped meal. My god!”

 “Did you like it?”

 The look you gave him was an incredulous one. It was like your eyes were asking him if he was okay in the head. He smiled then pinched his lips.

 “I’d have to be dead and unable to feel a thing not to like it. that’s a very skillful tongue you’ve got there, Evans.”

 He snorted again and dropped his forehead to your chest. As you laughed, your breasts gently slapped against his face. It was unintentional, but the reaction it caused was intentional. He wrapped his lips around your nipple again and pinched the other with his free hand. You moaned and arched your back, jutting your breasts more into his mouth. Again, like a spark that the fire needs to begin, he was ignited.

 He groaned before he spoke, “Fuck, I’m so hard for you.”

 “Show me.” He recognized the taunt in your voice. Usually, he’d play your game, but he didn’t have the strength right now. Locking eyes with you, he rose onto his knees, showing you his violently protruding dick. You arched onto your elbows and gripped him then stroked his length.

 “Jesus,” he whispered as his head dropped back. Your hand felt incredible, it was soft and delicate, yet the way you stroked him was forceful. He was so fucking close.

 “Don’t tease me, Y/N. I can’t take it,” he pleaded as he brought his head back to watch your hand. You brought your foot to trail across his chest then down his abs before bringing the other to join in on the action. When you brought your foot to his face, he trapped your toe between his teeth and sucked on it.

 You moaned and bit your pointer before you dipped it into your mouth. He watched you suck your finger as you watched him suck your toe. Your moans sounded so damn good he could barely hold on. You brought your other foot to his face and inched it up to his hair. You were now arched onto your shoulders with your ass and back off the bed. The shape you made was the most sinfully artistic one he’d ever seen. When he saw you cup one breast and pinch your own nipple, he’d had enough.

 He grabbed the ankle of your foot that was in his hair and crossed it over the one that had your toe in his mouth. He held you there by your ankles and saw the second you realized his intention. With one quick snap of his hips, he slammed into you, burying himself balls deep. You screeched and shook as he held you in place and rotated his hips, so you felt every fucking inch. Your body convulsed, and he felt the gush of wetness around him. Groaning, he pulled his mouth from your toe to bite the skin of your ankle as he held you closer and plowed into you. Slow was not how this would go. He needed too much.

 Every time he slammed into you, your breasts swirled, and your head angled back. You were so gorgeous when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. It was a sight he was beginning to love as much as you smiling. Speeding up his thrusts, he grunted with each connection. The louder you got, the more your hands reached out for the sheets beside you to grip and ball. The more you did it, the deeper he went. When your hand flew out to his hips, trying to keep him back, he slowed. That only had you gripping his hip, pulling him closer, prompting him to it all again for the same reaction. In seconds, the chain on his restraint broke.

 He dropped you back onto the bed then pressed your thighs apart so they rested on the bed and gave you one of the fuckings he’d dreamed about for three years. With nowhere to run and no way to escape your cursing picked up. When you began to scream, he pressed his hand over your mouth again, muffling every sound you made. Then he brought his face to yours and intensely stared into your eyes. The look in them only pushed him closer to the edge.

 “Is it mine, Y/N?”

You remained quiet, but your eyes spoke for you. He wanted your words, though.

 “Tell me? Is it mine? Does he make you scream like me? Hm?”

 Your eyes rolled to the back of your head again, but you didn’t respond. He sped his movements, and your body jerked with every thrust sending you half hanging off the bed. He grunted again, feeling his release approaching.

 “Does he make you shake like me? Can he even make you feel this good? Shiit!”

 He could feel you trying to close your legs, no doubt wanting to wrap them around him to gain the upper hand. He was too far gone to allow it, so he kept you where you were and fed you every inch of him until he couldn’t bury himself any deeper. Your muffled scream vibrated on his hand. He knew you were close.

 “Is this pussy mine, baby? Do I make it feel good? God, you’re so wet.” When he rotated his hips again, you bit his hand. He hovered over you and jackhammered into you. You whined as he took his hand away.

 “Tell me.”

 “It’s yours--,” you rasped out before he entwined his fingers at the top of your head, keeping it there as he sloppily kissed you as he lost himself in the ecstasy of your wetness and tightness. You whimpered on his mouth as he drank them up, using them as his sustenance. In seconds his thrusts became staggered when you clenched around him; he had no choice but to give in.

 The deeper he tried to bury himself, the further your head dropped back, hanging off the bed. With his forehead rested just below your throat, he kissed along your collar as he slowly came back down.

 “Mmmm. Oh wow. Whose ever bedroom that is they can see right in here,” you announced out of the blue.

 “Huh?”

 “Look.”

 He groaned as he dropped onto the bed beside you to mirror you. When he looked before him, he saw his bedroom mirror. “Oh god.”

 With that, he was moving again back toward the pillows before he plopped down.

 “What was that?”

 “Nothing,” he lied.

 “No, that was not a nothing thing. What?” You dropped down beside him in the crook of his arm as if you’d been doing it for years. “Tell me.”

 He sighed then groaned. “It’s my bedroom,” he confessed.

 You didn’t speak for a few moments, then you arched on your elbow to look at him. “Yours?”

 He nodded. You studied him then looked back to the window and to him again. He saw when you put two and two together. You sat up with your jaw dropped.

 “Have you been watching me in here?”

 “No.”

 You gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him. “Okay unintentionally.”

 “What! Oh my god, Chris!”

 “It was an accident. I was looking out one night and didn’t realize what I had seen until it was too late.”

 The look on your face was a cautious one. “What did you see?”

 After staying quiet for as long as he could, he reluctantly answered. “You—lying here--,” he trailed off.

 “Oh god, did you see me--.”

 The look on his face must have been all you needed because you dropped back onto the pillow with your hands covering your face.

 “Oh my god, noooo.”

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t sleep, and I was just staring out and saw your light on. I didn’t realize I could even see in there until that night. I didn’t even see anything. It was just your face,” he elaborated as he pressed his body onto yours.

 “Oh my god. You saw me—when?”

 “A few weeks ago. If it makes you feel any better, I had to beeline to my shower to take care of myself.”

 You moved your hands, so they were framing the outsides of your face. “Really?”

 You smiled, and he could tell his confession made you feel a little better.

 “Oh yeah. I was pretty pathetic. You probably would have laughed at me. I was not a grown man. I was a horny teenager.”

 You snorted and laughed at him. He laid there and let you laugh it up. When you quieted, he kissed your chin.

 “Show me.”

 “What?”

 “Show me how you did it,” you repeated.

 You couldn’t be serious, he thought. The longer that went with you remaining quiet while staring into his eyes, he realized you weren’t kidding.

 “You’re serious.”

 “As a heart attack. Show me how you jerked yourself off while thinking of me,” you ordered.

 He could feel his body’s arousal. It was then he realized you’d be the death of him.

 “Don’t be shy,” you coaxed.

 “First, tell me who you were thinking about.”

 You smiled then bit your bottom lip. “Isn’t it obvious?”

 “Nope. Tell me.” He saw your embarrassment, but he also saw you push through it.

 “You.”

 The weight of that confession had the air in the room changing. He sat up, then sat. Your eyes dropped to his length, and before you slowly licked your lips.

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 -Y/N-

“Tell me what you saw.”

 You watched Chris’s hand grip his dick and squeeze. As he did it, he slowly groaned. You had no idea how he was hard again. The man was a machine, and you didn’t know if this was normal or if it was you. Slowly you watched his hand stroke to his head only to squeeze yet again. Chris sucked in a breath and sighed out. his lips were redder than usual, and the way his mouth was agape made him look like he had more bottom lip than he really did.

 He was so sexy sitting across from you with sex tousled hair and glazed eyes. As he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, he groaned again. Dropping your eyes to his hand, you watched his demonstration. He moved slowly, so slowly, you doubted this was what he did that night.

 “Show me,” you repeated.

 “Fuck,” he whispered as he gripped himself tighter.

 “You were lying across the bed. The first thing I saw was---uugh!”

 His strokes sped up, and you watched mesmerized by the sight of him pleasing himself. You could feel yourself getting wet all over again. That was all it took. You were in trouble, and you knew it.

 “Was?”

 Chris groaned, and you watched him clench his jaw. This clench was for a different reason then frustration with you. He sucked in a breath and hissed out. “Your head dropped back, your mouth opened. Then you grabbed your breast—uugh, shit.”

 Chris’s hand sped up again. while it wasn’t speeding, inching him closer to his finish, you knew he was approaching the point where he lost himself to his pleasure. You grabbed your breast and massaged it.

 “Like that?”

 Chris groaned like a grumpy bear and squeezed his cock. The head of his member was turning deep red. You would have thought it hurt, but you knew it was the opposite. “What else?”

 “I couldn’t see your hand, but I knew just what you were doing. Every second your face changed—mmm. When your body began rocking back and forth—fuck, Y/N.”

 “What? Does it feel good? Do you wanna see what this hand was doing?”

 You spread your legs before him, and his eyes dropped to your sex. His jaw dropped, and his brows furrowed as his hand quickened. When you dipped your fingers into your wetness and pulled them back, several strings of your wetness stretched, showing him just what he was doing to you.

 “Jesus fucking Christ!” It was then his hand moved at lightning speed, and that movement triggered your fingers to quickly circle your clit.

 The room was filled with Chris’s grunts and moans, and your whimpers and whines. The way he watched you fueled you more and more. You wanted to make him lose his control, the control you’d seen every single time you were around him. You wanted him to be stripped so bare he had no other choice but to give in to every whim, desire, and need he had. You wanted to cripple the man so he’d never forget the power you had over him and that no other would ever do. You were it.

 “Y/N!” You loved the sound of your name on his lips. Your body began to shake from the power of your oncoming orgasm. You needed more to get there, though.

 “Chris,” you whined. Three seconds after you did, you saw him release spurt after spurt into the air. You followed it and sat there, amazed at how high it got. Still, you wanted more.

 “Fuuuck!”

 As if he knew what you needed, he dove between your legs and fasted his lips to your sex and sucked. In a matter of seconds, you were falling off the cliff and into a bottomless pit of pleasure. You shook and tried to get away from his mouth while locking his head where it was. When you couldn’t take it anymore, Chris spread your folds and quickly flicked his tongue against your clit, barreling you into yet another release. As you came, you managed to push him away and clamp your hands over your sex using it as a makeshift chastity belt.

 “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my gooood!”

 It took several minutes for your body to stop shaking, and when you looked at him, he was yet again hard.

 “How!?”

 He snorted and laid over you, resting his chin on your stomach. “Are you tapping out?”

 “Chris—my god.”

 He kissed your stomach and down to your pelvis, and you knew what he was trying to do. If he only knew he didn’t need to coax you into round however many. You were that open for him. his kisses trailed much lower than your pelvis until he softly kissed your clit. You sighed out and closed your eyes. When you felt the tip of his tongue, you flinched.

 “Slow,” you whispered.

 His response was to smear his bearded face across your sex, making you suck in a long breath. Before Chris could continue, there was a knock at the door that had you both freezing.

 “Y/N.”

 You couldn’t make out the voice, but you knew it was female. The knock came again.

 “It’s Lisa.”

 You gasped and shoved Chris off of you. “It’s your mother.”

 He looked panicked as he practically rolled off the bed onto the floor. He kept low as if there were cameras at the window.

 “I’m here to check on you, honey. You missed breakfast. Are you okay?”

 The way Chris looked at you, he looked like he wanted you to answer. “Uh---I’m okay, Ms. Lisa.”

 “Good. You had us worried. Have you happened to see Chris?”

 “No!” You blurted it out so quickly Chris slapped his forehead before he stifled a laugh.

 “No, I haven’t seen Chris since dinner.”

 “I have some food for you, honey. Are you sure you’re all right? Can I come in?”

 Chris nearly leaped out of his skin. He knocked over a vase that came crashing down.

 “Y/N?”

 “I’m okay. No, I’m fine. I’m coming.”

 You and Chris looked at each other, neither of you wanting to be too loud. He quickly pulled on his pants, but you could still see his massive erection poking out. The sight of it had you biting your lip. Chris groaned and rolled his eyes as if you were killing him.  After tossing him his shirt, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around your body. Chris approached you and kissed you once, then twice. His hand wandered down to your ass, which he used to lift you just enough that you could feel his hardness. You got lost in your arousal for a few moments until you heard Ms. Lisa call your name again.

 “Go,” you whispered with a wide smile. He pulled from you slinked to the window at the other side of the room that you had no idea slid open until he did it. You watched him jump out of it and realized he really could have had access to you any time he wanted.

 You hurried out the bedroom to the front door looking around to make sure nothing gave anything away. When you opened the door, Lisa stood there with a concerned look on her face.

 “Are you sure you’re okay?”

 “Yes, I dropped a vase. I’m so sorry.”

 “Eh, I don’t care about that. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

 “It’s okay. I probably should get out of bed anyway. Do you want to come in?”

 “No, I’ll let you get yourself together. Eat some of this, though,” Lisa pleaded.

 “You got it. Thank you so much for taking such good care of me.”

 Lisa smiled and gently tapped your cheek. “Anytime, honey. See you in a few; we were thinking of making it a beach day.”

 “Sounds great. I’ll meet you guys down there.”

 Lisa smiled and nodded as she walked away back to the house. You slumped against the door once you closed it, relieved she hadn’t suspected a thing.

 After eating the meal she’d brought, you took a long shower and co-washed your hair again in prep for the salty seawater. After your shower, you got lost in checking emails and completing a few work tasks. You didn’t realize you’d spent so much time on it until another knock came. When you opened it, Scott was there.

 “Scott.”

 “You sound surprised. Were you expecting someone else?”

 “What? Shut up, come.”

 You walked back to your laptop and finished up the email you were sending.

 “Is this why you’re late? You have everyone on the beach wondering if you’re sick,” Scott informed.

 “What? No. I had to check in on work and got swept up.”

 “Okay, well, it’s quarantine, fuck work,” Scott said as he shut your laptop.

 “Scott!” You gaped at him. He didn’t look one bit apologetic.

 “Your ass is lucky I already sent that email,” you said as you walked off.

 “You don’t scare me. You forget, I know all of your little secrets.”

 You scoffed to yourself because that may have been true last week, but this week it was completely untrue.

 “Let’s go, get on a bathing suit,” Scott pestered, opening up your drawers to look for swimsuits.

 “What if I don’t feel like getting sandy? I’m tired.”

 “From what?”

 You pursed your lips knowing damn well you couldn’t tell him from fucking his brother five ways from Sunday. You still had yet to fuck him seven ways, and you fully intended to. You looked away, avoiding Scott’s eyes. “I’ve been working when I should be sleeping.”

 “Of course you have.”

 From the corner of your eye, you saw the gift box from the night on the beach with Chris, and your interest piqued. You casually walked over to the box, grabbing it before Scott could see it and get nosy. With it in your hand, you made a move to open it, but that was when Scott turned to you with a bikini in hand. Slyly you dropped it into the drawer behind you and posed on the furniture with a smile.

 “You’re acting weird.”

 “You’re acting weird. What’s that?”

 “Your swimsuit,” Scott filled in, holding it out to you. As you took it, you saw he’d chosen one of the sexier options.

 “So, I should just parade around in this with your family around, including husbands and boyfriends?”

 “Ew, everyone here sees you like a sister or a daughter. No one is going to be looking at you. Hurry up,” Scott finished before he walked out the bedroom, leaving you to stare at the bikini in your hands.

 Once you put on the bathing suit, you rubbed some of coconut oil onto your skin and used some to slick your hair into a neat bun. Then you spritzed yourself with sunscreen. Before you walked out, you dug into the drawer and quickly debated if you should open the box or not. You were ninety-eight percent certain it was for you, but you didn’t know if he meant to give it to you, and it slipped his mind or if he’d changed his mind. The curiosity was killing you. Deciding against opening it, you put it back into the drawer and busied yourself with putting a few things you would need into a beach bag, then you walked out to join Scott.

Once the two of you stepped onto the sand, you wore a beach robe over your bathing suit. Before you, everyone had set up shop with everything imaginable—lounge chairs, blankets, towels, and even a picnic area. Scott walked ahead, leading the way with you trailing behind.

 “I got her,” Scott announced. Everyone erupted with cheers and applause. You rolled your eyes at their extraness. Chris was sitting in a lounge chair in his men’s tank with his arms outstretched behind his head.

 “All work during quarantine is a recipe for disaster,” Carly chimed in.

 “Ha. I hear you, but this work was necessary.”

 You caught Chris’s smirk. He got what you meant. You tried to hide your smile. After a few attempts, you realized this might be harder than you initially thought.

 “Grab a lounge chair,” Shanna shouted.

 You looked around at the choices. There was one that was free beside Chris, but you wondered if it would look suspicious if you chose it, seeing how the two of you had always chosen to stay away from each other. You stood there, unsure of what to do. Chris glanced at you and must have sensed your debate.

 “There’s one by me. I promise to keep my opinions to myself,” Chris teased.

 “Please do, no one wants to hear them,” Scott joked.

 As everyone chuckled, you walked to the empty lounger beside Chris and put your things down. Once you reclined back, you untied the robe and peeled it off before moaning as the sun bathed you. After a few moments, something said look at Chris, so you did. His eyes were glued to you, and the look on his face was a mixture of old and new. Slowly his eyes trailed over your exposed skin. When he returned to your eyes, you saw the question in them. Scoffing, you looked away and relaxed on the chair.

 A few minutes passed then you heard your phone chime. Ignoring the first one, it chimed three more times back to back.

 “Y/N, that better not be work,” Scott warned.

 Sighing, you dug into your bag and retrieved your phone to look at your messages. It wasn’t work. You nearly laughed out loud seeing the ID you’d given him.

 MSG Asshole Evans: What’re you wearing?

MSG Asshole Evans: You’re killing me.

MSG Asshole Evans: How am I supposed to play it cool with you looking like that?

MSG Asshole Evans: Is that coconut oil?

 You scoffed then pinched your lips.

 “Everything okay?”

 “Yes. It’s my um—sister,” you lied.

 MSG Asshole Evans: Nice save.

 You turned off the sound and replied.

 MSG: It’s called a bikini. Your brother picked it, and yes, that is coconut oil, and it’s slathered all—over—me. I put it everywhere my hair, my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach, my ass, my legs, and yes, between my legs too.

 You heard an audible groan from your left, and it made you smile.

 MSG Asshole Evans: You’re evil.

MSG: Not what you were saying a few hours ago. What was it you were saying--?

MSG Asshole Evans: I think it’s more important what you were saying. I extensively remember it—your pussy’s ownership.

 You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped, not even you pressing your fingertips to your lips could stop your laughing.

 MSG Asshole Evans: This pussy belongs to no man, no matter how good he fucks it.

 Chris sighed beside you before he got up and walked away to where the kids were playing. You may have struck a nerve, but only part of you cared. You relaxed and chatted with everyone around you while keeping one eye on Chris. It wasn’t even intentional. No matter where he went, you were always keenly aware of his presence. It was weird; it was like your body was always scanning for his like a sonar.

 Chris managed to stay away for the better part of the afternoon. When you decided to go over to the picnic area and get some snacks, you felt his eyes all over your body. Soon after you sat on one of the blankets, he joined you. The two of you ate in silence, but every so often, you’d each catch the other gawking. You played up everything you ate. If it were a sandwich, you’d bite it slowly, by doing that; the condiments always ended up at the corner of your mouth of your lip. Then you slowly clean yourself up. If it was fruit, you made sure to bite it in a sexy way that always had juice dripping onto your cleavage. You never bothered to clean it because you knew his eyes would train the juice droplets until they disappeared. Your favorite was the popsicle. As a man, he was predictable to a fault, and you mercilessly used it against him.

 Of course, he didn’t remain the victim. The secret was out that you were attracted to him, and that meant that he knew he could turn you on with little to no effort. You wondered just how well he’d been paying attention over the years. When he took off his shirt and got into the water with the kids, he had your undivided attention. Your eyes completely roamed all over his body, beginning at those broad shoulders you’d sunk your nails into as he rocked into you.

 You then moved down his chest and bit your bottom lip when you peeped the hair decorating his chest. You vividly remembered tracing your fingertips through that hair and kissing a path down his pleasure trail. When your eyes dropped just to where that trail led every image of what you’d done that morning flashed through your head like a greatest hits montage and boy were they great hits.

 “What’re you looking at with that look on your face?”

 Scott’s voice scared you half to death. Your wine spilled over the rim of the glass and went all over your thighs then ran down between your legs. You would have gasped, but you were already wet enough that this new wetness didn’t bother you. To be honest, the chilled liquid was the cooling effect you needed down there.

 “Nothing,” you screeched out as you diverted your eyes to look down the beach.

 “You’re lying. I’ve seen that look before. That’s your you wanna bone look,” Zack announced a little too loudly for your liking.

 “Zack! Jesus, that was loud as hell, and you’re wrong. It was not.”

 You knew it was and that you’d been caught. Doing your best to keep the act up, you sipped the remainder of your wine.

 “What were you looking at? Or who?” Zack would not let it go. “The only viable option is Ch--,” Zack began.

 “Mom says we have to take a water break, Uncle Chris.”

 “Always gotta listen to mom. Come get me when your break is over,” Chris responded as he stopped before you, Scott and Zack.

 You quickly slipped on your sunglasses and tried to keep your eyes above his collar, but it was no use. You shamelessly gawked at everything the good Lord blessed him with. Thanks to your shades none of them knew a damn thing.

 “What’re you guys talking about?”

 Chris reached for the towel and patted his body, and you’d never wanted to be an object as much as you wanted to be that towel right now. The way he did it, you wondered if he was doing it to put on a show. When you looked back to his face, you could tell he was doing it on purpose.

 “We were just asking Y/N, what she was looking at. She had the I wanna fuck look,” Zack filled in.

 Sometimes you wished Zack and Scott weren’t so good at spilling everyone’s tea, yours especially. You finished your glass of wine as Chris’s eyes landed on you yet again.

 “Oh. What exactly is the I wanna fuck look?” He looked right at you when he said it “fuck”. He was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of you, and your body and brain knew it, but neither of them seemed to give a fuck.

 You couldn’t believe this. Three days of fucking, and you’d been reduced to some horny always down for the dick chick. Yes, said dick was incredible. You hadn’t imagined what he was working with before, but you’d expected it to be a spectacular dick for the number of women he’d been rumored to have been with. You couldn’t reconcile it to be true because every story you’d ever heard of white boy sex was less than subpar. This white boy’s dick game was that of a white on the outside but black on the inside dick game. You couldn’t understand it.

 “Well, not everyone’s is the same, but we’ve seen hers before duh,” Zack continued.

 “Oh,” Chris sounded as he planted his hands on his hips. With the added weight of his hands, the waistband of his swim trunks dipped lower, revealing those damn oblique indentations that made smart women stupid.

 “You never noticed every time Charles was around us she’d have this—primal look in her eyes, and she’d always space out?”

 Your head sprang up to watch him. You’d noticed on several occasions that whenever Charles was brought up or around, he became really salty. Your head went back to his place in the woods after he heard Charles calling. His one-eighty was so shocking it gave you whiplash. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and watched even close when he cracked his neck, turning it in different directions. You wanted to see how he’d react this time.

 “The feeling was clearly mutual cause every time he was around you could see the same look on his face,” Zack said with a giggle.

 “How is Charles?”

 You took off the sunglasses and turned to Scott to answer him. “We um—we haven’t talked in a few. Last time we talked, he—we decided to take some time apart.”

 Zack gasped loudly, which brought the attention of those around you. “What’s happened?”

 “Y/N and Charles broke up,” Zack announced.

 All the women circled you, asking if you were okay or if you wanted to talk about it. You declined each offer and assured them you were fine.

 “It’s not a big deal. Honestly—things had probably run their course,” you admitted.

 “You sure? He was so in love.”

 “Love? I don’t know about--,” you began.

 “—I do, I can pick up on these things,” Zack added.

 “Y/N didn’t feel the same. It was evident in how you kept him at a distance. I bet he wanted a commitment, and your commitment-phobe jumped out,” Scott read. Your haw dropped. You didn’t know why you were so shocked he’d called you out like that. He knew he was right too. He didn’t bother looking at you to wait for the answer.

 “I am not a commitment-phobe,” you feebly objected.

 “I agree,” Lisa began as she gently rubbed your shoulder. “In my days commitment-phobe was a term for not the one. I guarantee when it’s the one, Y/N, you’ll have no hesitations. You might fight it, but it won’t change anything.”

 For some reason, your eyes went to Chris, who now gripped the parts of the towel that hung down around his neck. The look on his face was an unreadable one. He didn’t look angry, but he didn’t look flirtatious as he had the entire afternoon either.

 “Isn’t that right, Chris? No amount of fighting off what’s meant to be will make an ounce of difference,” His mother added before she patted his shoulder and walked away. Chris clenched his jaw and walked to his lounge chair, then plopped down.

 The circle around you dispersed, and Zack and Scott wandered off toward the shoreline, finally leaving you alone. You looked over to Chris, who was just staring at the waves with a contemplative look on his face. You wondered if you went over to him if it would look suspicious and bring attention. It wasn’t like the two of you never had a conversation. It was just sparse and always ended in you annoyed because you felt like he was an asshole. You thought about it for much longer than you should have. It was silly that you had to put all of this into consideration now.

 After swinging your legs over the chair, you stood and walked to him. Chris’s eyes didn’t move from where they’d been for the last near ten minutes, but you knew he felt you there from the way his shoulders tensed. You wanted to touch him, but that would probably be suspicious. In seconds you’d come up with a plan.

 “Did you put sunscreen on?”

 He didn’t answer.

 “You know you’ll hate yourself tonight if you didn’t, especially since you burn easy.”

 Still no answer. You dug in your bag then sat in the space behind him so he was between your legs. You then squeezed some sunscreen into your hands and rubbed his back. Once you touched him, he sighed out and dropped his forehead to his balled fists that were planted on his chin. He didn’t speak, though. You slowly rubbed the cream into his skin, making sure to get every inch of his back before you brought your hands to his shoulders. A soft moan escaped you, and it was enough for him to turn his head to the left.

 Your body drifted forward until your breasts pressed to his back for a brief moment before you realized where you were. When you pulled away, Chris sighed again then looked back to the water. You looked around you and clocked where everyone was. None of them were looking your way. You slinked your hands around to his chest and pressed yourself to him. Both of you moaned. It felt good—too good. You pulled away again before you melted into him. Chris brought his hand over yours and laced his fingers with yours.

 “Why do you always get so angry when his name comes up?”

 As soon as you asked the question, he let your hand go and slid forward, leaving more than enough space between you.

 “I don’t.”

 “Yes, you do. It’s been like that since he came into the picture. I’ve always noticed it, but until that date at the house, I’d had it all wrong, but the way you reacted and the things you said the other night—maybe I still have it wrong.” As you spoke, you absentmindedly rubbed his skin even though his skin had absorbed the liquid.

 He didn’t answer, so you continued.

 “After that date, I thought it was jealousy.”

 “I’m not jealous of that—I’m not jealous.”

 “No? So you’re not jealous that I’ve had sex with him or that he was brought in the picture because of you? It doesn’t matter to you that he’s had me the way you have?”

 “So it’s the same? There’s no difference for you?”

 His counter froze you. You knew what he was asking. The thing was that what he was asking meant you had to do something you still hadn’t decided if it was in your best interest.

 “Is it the same for you? Am I like all the others, no difference?”

 “I fucking hate when you do this.”

 “Do what?”

 “Deflect. I ask you something, and you flip it back on me instead of answering. If you refuse to let me in, how can I let you in?”

 “I thought I’d already let you in,” you dryly replied.

 “Then you add sarcasm,” Chris added. You gently raked your nails down his back, but it didn’t have the anticipated reaction.

 “Then, when deflecting and sarcasm don’t work, you turn to the physical.”

 “It’s been so fucking difficult staying away from you this whole time, and I thought it was because my body still wants your body, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t it. I’ve always known this between us would be like this and knew you’d be like this,” Chris explained a little about a whisper, but even though it was a whisper, it was a forceful one. He was annoyed with you.

 “Chris--.”

 He stood and turned to face you.

 “No, you're not like the others. You’re different. This is different,” he finished with the same annoyed whisper before he walked off down the beach.

 Thirty minutes later, your fun meter had run out. Ignoring the pleas of everyone around you, you made your way back to the guesthouse to begin the long process of a proper wash routine.

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***There are a few that are bold that I tried to tag but your @ wasn’t coming up. I’m not sure why. I’m sorry.***