#I’d wash the fuck out of that man mhm

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Man. Vincent is lucky that he’s so fucking hot. I can just imagine the stank that might’ve been brewing in that casket. Cause still would’ve.

[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f��for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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Not-Friends with Benefits

Summary: Reader and Spencer have been hooking up with no strings attached just fine, until a singular bed threatens to change that.

Prompt: Reader and Spencer are JUST hooking up. Then, one bed. Forced to be more intimate by sleeping together, than actually sleeping together.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut/Angst (Happy Ending)

Content Warning: Reader POV, friends-with-benefits, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, he picks her up, heavy making-out, unprotected sex, Idiots in Love

Word Count: 7.1k

The first time I met Spencer Reid, I don’t think I really got him. 

It didn’t matter though, because in these moments where my hands are knotted in his hair and he’s pushing me up against the wall, kissing like a man starved, I understood everything about him perfectly. My hands went to wrap around his neck, pressing his body flush against mine. 

“Eager, Reid?” I ask, in between hungry kisses, a smirk lingering on my face. 

“Could say the same about you.” He replies, equally as cocky, his hands sliding to the backs of my thighs in an instant.

I yelped as he picked me up, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist. I could feel a deep kiss being pressed against my lips for my implicit understanding of the action, and registered the movement of his legs working away from the motel door that I had just been at, and towards the cheap bed in the middle of the room. He threw me down, and immediately caged me in between his arms, giving me another fervent, heated kiss. 

If you’d told me six months ago that I was not only sleeping with a coworker, but just sleeping with a coworker, I’d probably laugh in your face. If you’d added on and told me that the coworker I’d made that arrangement with was none other than Spencer Reid, I’d have probably keeled over with laughter. But here I am, being fucked in a cheap motel bed with his face buried in the crook of my shoulder, pressing wet hot kisses over the expanse of my skin. 

And fuck me, was he good at that. 

I could feel my moans reverberating around the room, as he removed himself from his place on my shoulder and placed a hand over my mouth, never once faltering with his deep, hard strokes into me. 

“Mm. Gotta stay quiet, right? Don’t want the team to know how much you like being fucked like a whore.” He taunted, looking at me with those goddamned hazel eyes that drove me insane with lust. 

I attempted to roll my eyes at him to show my displeasure at him for covering my mouth but at a particularly harder thrust than the others, they simply rolled into the back of my head and I screwed my eyes shut at the sensation, hearing him chuckling lowly at my reaction above me. 

“Like that?” He baited, and I could literally hear the smirk in his voice.

I also, however, could feel the twitch of his cock, and his impending release and simply nodded, opening my eyes and giving into his provocations. I was implicitly begging him to go faster and harder with a simple gaze, and thankfully, the genius understood. 

In a few moments, we were both unraveling in each other’s arms, Spencer’s thumb brushing over my clit to guarantee my release before his, and as soon as he caught wind of my shaking thighs and the blissful feeling of my climax around him, he shortly followed after, and I breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar warmth pooling inside my deepest point. 

He pulled out, sweaty and panting, moving to the other side of the bed and lying on his back. “You good?” He asked, as I slowly started to regain some semblance in my post-orgasmic state. 

“Mhm.” I nodded, completely fucked out. I turned over, starting to leave the bed. “I’m gonna go shower.” 

He nodded back, not questioning the lack of spoken word that was being passed between the two of us right after we’d just had sex. 

I hopped into the shitty motel shower, washing away the evidence of what we’d just done. The warm water allowed me to revel in my thoughts for a few minutes, my eyes closing as I felt the droplets hit my skin. 

Spencer and I didn’t have, by any standards, an “ideal” relationship. However, for our particular circumstances, the agreement we’d settled on worked completely fine. Pure sex, nothing else. No talking. No feelings.  Nothing that could lead to something beyond the physical pleasure we shared with each other after a long, hard day at work. 

The first time it’d happened, it was entirely unexpected behavior from the both of us. I’d come to his hotel room in search of a file I’d loaned him for the case we were working on. At this point, Spencer and I weren’t exactly what you’d call close friends, but we weren’t exactly just co-workers either. The trauma of each case presented to us and being subjected to the other for most of our time led to a strange bond of understanding and acceptance of the other. A relationship that was probably incomprehensible to outsiders, but made perfect sense to either of us.

Underneath that, however,  was an underlying tension neither of us could deny. I wasn’t dumb.  We were both young, attractive and single, and I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t, on occasion,  imagined his long fingers working relentlessly at my core, bringing me pleasure in a way mine couldn’t. I know he’d most likely fantasized about something in a similar context, given the way he’d stare at me just a split-second longer than he should have when I'd wear a lower-cut blouse, or a short skirt. His actions weren’t unnoticed, and it wasn’t like I didn’t want that either, but I’d always been exceedingly realistic with myself. We were both agents in the FBI, in the same unit. Besides the headaches we’d cause HR if we were to present ourselves as a couple, there were emotional boundaries we’d cross if we were to be romantically involved. Emotional boundaries I was simply uninterested in crossing at all with anyone at all, especially Spencer Reid.

That night I visited his room, it seemed (in retrospect) that both of our inhibitions were low. I watched him dig through his satchel on the floor, attempting to locate the file I’d come there for, and in a moment of weakness, I had watched those damned hands of his again. I couldn’t help it. His fingers were just so, so long. Even if he wasn’t so attractive, I think any person would be eager to have those inside them. Just from a physical standpoint, you know? When he looked up, his gaze caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it’d feel to have him at his knees for me. He cocked an eyebrow as he rose from his position, now handing me the file. 

“You okay?” He asked, his arm stretching towards me as I went to intercept the file from him. “You look a bit.. warm.” He said, his voice quipping a bit at the last word. 

Fuck. 

“Fine, you know how these motels are.” I replied quickly, hoping to offer some logical explanation for why I was so flushed, other than the fact I’d just been imagining him fucking me. “Shitty aircon.” I added, hoping to not seem suspicious. 

My body seemed to give me away though, as when I went to meet his outstretched arm, some slip of my finger made it so the contents of the file tumbled out, leaving a mess of papers at our feet. We both instantly sunk to the floor, trying to gather them as quickly as we could. We were both bent at the knees fully focused on collecting the documents, unaware of our proximity until he handed the papers to me. I looked at his hands, then his eyes, and realized our faces were approximately five inches apart. I could see his gaze drift to my lips, then back to my eyes. 

“So, I’ll um. I’ll take the papers.”  I said, my voice almost a whisper, beginning to rise. 

“Yeah, you should.” He said, his voice restrained as we both got up together. 

As he handed the last bit of papers, his fingers brushed over mine and we both felt it. That jolt, that itch, just begging to be relieved. I looked up at him, his figure looming over me, and in an instant, something seemed to pass between us and his mouth was on mine, kissing me with overwhelming passion. I could feel my knees colliding with the foot of the bed as he guided me towards it, feeling him pushing me into the mattress. He’d asked feverishly if I’d wanted this, and I nodded eagerly. 

And that was that, and after we’d finished our act of spontaneity, still panting and breathing heavily, I could feel the regret seeping in. I’d slept with a coworker, friend .. whatever he was, I’d slept with him and couldn’t take that back. Flashes of awkward conversations came to mind, ones filled with ‘what-are-we’s’ and ‘it’s-not-you-it’s-me’ and in my anxious stupor, I blurted out, “I don’t want to be in a relationship with you.” I looked at him a little wide-eyed after my outburst, surprised at myself for saying it like that.  How stupid could I be? It was blunt, stupid, and definitely not something you said right after sex.  I waited for him to call me a cold, heartless bitch, or to yell at me to get out of his room, but to my relief, he didn’t. He agreed. 

“Wait, what?” I asked, unsure if I’d heard him right. 

“I’m not really looking for a relationship either.” He repeated, but then slowly added. “But I’d also be an idiot if I didn’t tell you that was one of the best hookups I’ve ever had.”  He looked at me, expectantly, as if I was meant to understand something from his words alone. 

I narrowed my eyes, biting my lip. “What are you saying?” 

Spencer turned to me, running a hand through his hair, made messy by my incessant pulling on it just a few minutes ago, breathing out.  “I’m saying we’re both detached and clearly want the same thing. An outlet.” He paused, and looked at me.  “And I mean, do you really want this to be a one-time thing?” He tacked on, cracking a bit of a smirk at that final remark. 

“I mean..” I started, then paused. “So, this would be just sex. No feelings on either of our ends, no ‘boyfriend-girlfriend’ stuff, just .. sex.” I asked, trying to make sure I understood his intentions perfectly. 

“Yeah.” He replied, nodding. “Just sex. I mean that.” 

 I looked at him, and something passed through us once again, but this time it wasn’t lust. It was the unstated trust that we held between each other, that neither of us was going to violate the other’s wishes, and this was truly what the both of us wanted from the other. I nodded wordlessly, agreeing, and he cracked a stupid, boyish smile. 

“Really? You’re actually agreeing to this?” He said, incredulously. 

“What, you want me to fight you on it and leave?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “You make a good point. There’s no use in denying ourselves a good time, especially if we’re so clear in what we want.” I said, reiterating what he’d said to me. 

“Alright then.” He said, nodding slowly. “In that case, and I hope you don’t take offense to this. You should probably leave my room before-” 

I was already getting off the bed, grabbing my clothes and flashing him a soft smirk to let him know that not only did I get the message, I was already planning on doing so long before he even opened his mouth. 

“Don’t worry. I know.” I said, slipping on my shorts and t-shirt that I’d previously been wearing. “There are rules to what we’re doing, and I think sleeping in the same bed would definitely violate those.” 

“Glad you understand.” Spencer replied, watching me from his place in the room. He awkwardly called out as I started to leave.  “So, uh. Take care?” 

I laughed at that. It was clear he had no idea what to say, and I opted to give him some grace in my reply.  “Yeah. Sure. You too.” I said, before cautiously approaching the door of his room, checking the hallway for any of our team members, and slipped out quietly without another word to him and into my own bed, the aforementioned file being forgotten as I fell asleep in my hotel room alone, feeling more than okay with the terms we’d come to.

We’d continued this regimen with no problem for the six months following that initial encounter. If there was one thing Reid and I excelled at (besides the sex), it was following the rules. We were careful to never cross any lines with each other. No innocent, lazy makeouts in hotel rooms, no whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears, no longing stares or subtle brushes when we were with the team, nothing that could break the bubble between us that could lead into any possible intimacy at all. This is what we wanted, and we made that abundantly clear to each other through our actions, or more accurately, our inactions with each other. 

Our ritual, however, seemed to be put on halt when Hotch came into the lobby of the motel we were staying at for a case, addressing our team as one. 

“It looks like this place is mostly booked, so we’re going to need a few of you to double up.” Hotch announced to the team.

I internally groaned, realizing that if everyone was paired up, there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to sneak to Spencer’s room, or vice versa. Whatever. I can go a night without sex from him. Derek and Hotch were an obvious choice when it came to sharing a room. The two of them were surprisingly neat, considering they packed lightly. Emily and JJ too. They’d been friends for much longer than I’d ever even been on the team, and it didn’t surprise me that they’d choose to room together. Everyone paired off quietly, leaving Rossi, myself, and Spencer. Rossi shot a look at the two of us, and shot me a particularly apologetic one. 

“I don’t mind you all that much, but I’m drawing the line at sleeping with the kid.” Rossi said, with an air of finality in his tone, indicating he’d end up being the one to get the one solo room amongst us. 

I gave a look to Spencer, shrugging. To the rest of our team, our bond seemed as normal as it could be. I never treated him differently than I did any of them, and even in a room full of skilled profilers, I doubt any of them could sense that it didn’t even cross my mind that Spencer and I could end up sharing a room. It already felt intimate. More intimate than I wanted. We had a strict rule about not falling asleep together in the same bed after sex, and even if there were going to be separate beds in our motel room, the idea of being able to watch him sleep, hear him breathe five feet away from me triggered a strange sensation at the pit of my stomach, something I could only chalk up to a bout of nerves since I was unsure on how to navigate the situation. 

As we approached the door, the two of us were a little stiff. I could tell he was probably thinking the same thing as me. I stopped right in front of the door, turning to look at him, and realized I’d gravely misjudged the distance we’d been walking apart, as my sudden halt nearly caused him to collide with me. 

“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to catch you off guard there.” I said, quickly, placing my hands palm-up against my chest to avoid a head-on collision. He nearly tripped, but balanced himself before shooting me a confused look, wondering why we’d stopped just in front of the door. “I just..” I started to speak, and then paused, wondering how to phrase this. Meaningless hookups are what we excelled at. It was natural, it was easy- but somehow the idea of us sharing a hotel room just felt a bit .. much to me. I wanted to somehow abridge the idea of us maybe not having sex that night, but before I could even formulate my words, he interrupted me. 

“Look, (Y/N), it’s been a long day. How about we just go to bed tonight?” He said, looking right into my eyes, making the intentions behind his words incredibly clear. It’s like he’d read my mind, and I suppose in a way he had. We’d become so attuned to each other’s needs in the months we’d been having sex, a natural byproduct of how our time together was spent, and I think he could tell I was already nervous about the situation we’d found ourselves in. 

I nodded, gently. “Yeah. My thoughts exactly.” I gave him a small, reserved smile before taking my keycard and swiping it against the door. I  walked into the room, only to knit my brows in confusion at the sight laid out in front of me. 

“Aren’t there supposed to be two beds?” I asked, moving deeper into the room to look for the aforementioned second bed, instead of the singular king that stared us right in the face. 

He looked equally as confused, running a hand through his pretty curls. He instantly saw my discomfort, reading me like a book.  “Hey, look. It’s okay, I can take the floor.” He said, already starting to move away from the bed to look for a way to make a make-shift bed on the floor. 

I looked at him, rolling my eyes. “Reid, you have a bad knee. I should take the floor.” I reply, trying to get in his way, while flashing him a look of incredulousness, as if the idea of him taking the floor was absolutely ridiculous. 

He flashed me a similar look, shooting back his own response.  “Well, you can’t sleep unless it’s on a bed.” 

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” I shot back, a bit confused how he knew that about me. He shrugged, looking at me as if it was the simplest thing to figure out. 

“You never sleep on the jet, like ever. Or the breakroom, or at your desk.” He says, looking at me. “Even if you’ve been up an unreasonable amount of time. I suspect it’s because you pretty much exclusively fall asleep in beds.” He finished off, looking a little too smug for his own good. “Am I right?”

I sigh. Profilers could be so fucking annoying sometimes. “Yeah, you are, but it isn’t a big deal.” I say, biting my lip. “We both can’t sleep on the same bed.” I reasoned, looking at him. 

He looks at me, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean..”

I immediately shook my head, crossing my arms. “Spencer, no.” 

He takes a breath. “We’re not having sex tonight.” He points out, reminding us that we weren’t technically breaking any of our rules by sleeping in the same bed tonight. “And we both know each other well. We’re both too stubborn to let the other sleep on the floor.” 

I pondered his words, knowing he was right. And his reasoning was sound too. And God, it was late and I could feel myself already drifting towards the king-sized bed that beckoned me towards it. 

“It is a big bed..” I reasoned out loud. 

“Exactly.” He said, nodding. He yawned, and the exhaustion was clear as day. “It’s been a long day and I’m ready to just crash, aren’t you?”  His voice clearly marked with the same tiredness I was feeling at that moment. 

I nod, already moving to my go-bag to change into something more comfortable. I suppose this was one perk of sleeping with Spencer Reid, I really didn’t  care if he saw me changing. The man had gone down on me more times I could count, I think the sight of my bra was probably one of the more tame things we’d end up sharing between us. He was about the same, unbuttoning his dress shirt in favor of a plain cotton t-shirt with no regard for what I’d see whilst he changed. We both naturally went to our own respective sides of the bed, looking up at each other before beginning to climb in. 

“So, I’ll see you in the morning?” He asks, beginning to pull the covers over his body. 

I nod. “Yeah. I’ll see you in the morning.” I pause, before playfully adding, “stay on your side.” I flashed him a small smirk, which he returned with a coy, “Do you even have to ask?” 

I smiled at that, finding myself rolling my eyes fondly at him. “Night, Reid.” I say, turning my back away from him. 

“Sleep well, (Y/N).” He replies, shutting the room’s lamp, enveloping us with darkness and the way his final words hung in the air between us. I kept my eyes open for a moment, and couldn’t hear anything besides the sound of him breathing less than two feet away from me. His breathing was rhythmic and soothing. I don’t think I’d ever realized it up until this moment, but Reid’s presence simply had a way of making me feel safe, even outside of the context of having sex. He was always so good at responding to my sexual needs, that even in a situation that wasn’t related to that, some subconscious feeling inside of me reassured me that he’d keep me protected. The thought provided me a feeling of comfort and dread all at once, knowing that even just sharing a bed was somehow becoming more intimate than us having sex ever was. I shook my head, almost hoping to erase the thought from my head altogether. I closed my eyes more definitively, and slowly, I fell asleep to the sound of Reid’s light breathing, the sound lulling me to sleep like the sweetest lullaby. 

When I groggily came to in the morning, I quickly realized I was in an entirely different position that the one I’d fallen asleep in. When I’d closed my eyes, I was on the far-right side of the bed, curled away from Spencer, making sure to obey my own sentiment of staying on our respective sides. However, as of right now I found myself nestled into the man’s chest, an earthy and light musk permeating from him. My legs were entangled with his, and his arm had somehow found its way to lazily drape across my waist. My shirt had ridden up in the night, and his fingers touched the expanse of my bare skin, providing a warmth I never knew I could receive from him. 

I slowly moved away from him, careful not to disturb his sleeping figure so that our faces were an inch or two apart, and from this angle I could take in every pretty feature on his face. I watched the way his chest rose up and down in his sleep, and the straight peak of his nose. The way his eyelashes fanned out when his eyes were closed. His face looked softer when he slept, an entirely different sight than I was used to when it came to him. My memories of Spencer were filled with passion and lust, and until now I believed that was all he could make me feel. But at this moment? I could only recall the absolute tenderness in my heart, and the sensation of fondness blooming all throughout me for this man. 

I felt myself focusing on his lips, the way they parted in his sleep. They were a light shade of pink, and had a certain plumpness to them I’d never really noticed. When we kissed in the past, it was heated and rushed. Right now, though, I wanted to lazily kiss every inch of the skin, reveling in the slow movement of his lips against mine. I was so lost in my own fantasy, looking at his lips, that I didn’t even notice when the man stirred, until I saw the slight curve of a smile, causing me to look up at his eyes, which had been watching me for God knows how long. 

“Good morning.” He murmured, his voice deep from just waking up. 

God, did his morning voice have to be so attractive? 

“Reid!” I said, attempting to move away, but his hand that had been lazily draped over my waist gripped me a bit more firmly. I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Good morning. Um. How long have you been up?” I ask, biting my lip a bit nervously as I felt a blush creeping over my cheeks. 

“Long enough to know you make it a habit to stare at sleeping men you share beds with.” He says, his voice light, a small chuckle in his tone. 

I squeezed my eyes, visibly embarrassed. “Sorry, I woke up and realized we were in.. this position, and I didn’t know how to move without waking you up. I must’ve gotten in my own head.” I said, using a combination of half-truths to hopefully sound as convincing as possible. 

He watched me, his hazel eyes scanning over my face, and I could feel myself getting smaller under his gaze. 

“It’s alright.” He slowly responded, as if not to scare me. “I don’t mind someone watching me if it’s you.”  His free hand rubbed circles on my exposed waist, sending a chill up my spine. I took in his words. Nothing about our position was sexual, but somehow his innocent touch resonated on a deeper level than any physical intimacy we'd shared before. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, nodding. 

“I’m still sorry.” I responded, my voice just above a whisper.

“Don’t be.” He said in return, his gaze a little more gentle now. 

I watched him watch me, and could feel that little voice screaming at me to just move away. But I couldn’t. That familiar bloom of fondness came upon me, and I realized in this moment I was feeling a lot more than lust for this man, and it terrified me. I gave a straight smile, realizing if I didn’t move this instant, I was going to give into my desires and kiss him in a way I swore I never would. If I didn’t move, I’d kiss him like I’d loved him from the start. And in a war between my heart and head, I made the decision to firmly move away, moving his hand off my waist and rising from the bed. 

“I’ll see you with the rest of the team.” I say, quickly. He looked a bit surprised by my sudden movement, trying to grab my hand before I could leave and sat up in bed. 

“(Y/N), wait.” 

I stopped, allowing his hand to envelop my mine,  attempting to ignore the feeling of how wonderful it felt to just hold his hand like this. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to seem as normal as I could. 

“We’re..” He paused, and then narrowed his eyes. “We’re good, right?” He said, looking at me carefully. 

I responded almost immediately. “Yeah, of course we are.”  I said the words as confidently as I could manage, because, no, we were not good. I was starting to catch feelings for the coworker I’d been hooking up with for the past six months, of course I wasn’t okay. This was against every rule, every boundary I’d set for myself, and I could feel the panic seeping in. “Nothing’s changed.” I add, to assure him. 

He let go of my hand as I said that. “Right.” He responded, a little more detached this time before quirking his mouth up. “I guess I’ll see you with the rest of the team.” He said, mirroring my words. 

I nodded, biting my lip, before turning around to grab my clothes for that day, getting ready as quickly as I could manage, leaving Reid in the room without even saying goodbye. 

That entire day, I could feel Reid’s eyes on me, and I’d be a hypocrite if I said I didn’t stare at him when he wasn’t looking. I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the morning. For a moment, I could almost imagine his gaze mirroring the same fondness I’d felt for him, but I’d quickly try to rid myself of those thoughts. Not only was it delusional to imagine Reid actually gaining feelings for me after all this time, it was even more deranged to imagine a universe where we’d work as a couple. I’d always prided myself on being exceedingly pragmatic, so why was I imagining a reality where I could wake up next to Spencer Reid everyday? 

Throughout the day, I found myself increasingly frustrated about my situation with Spencer. The case we were working on required quite a bit of collaboration and desk-work, and I found myself flitting between my team members, exchanging information and files, and coming into contact with Reid more times than I’d hoped for that day. Every time I spoke to him, I could feel my heart in my throat, struggling to make eye contact for more than 3 seconds without deteriorating into a blush. I’d been fucking this man for six months, and this, this is what ruins me? 

It’s not like Spencer made it any easier. His gaze was laser-focused on me, almost purposely brushing our fingers together when we’d exchange files. We were breaking every rule we’d set for ourselves, and with every glance and touch, I felt myself yearning for something I knew I could never have. And it was driving me fucking crazy. 

It wasn’t until much later, where the team was wrapping up for the night, where I’d finally had enough. I had been reviewing the last of the files necessary for our case,  when Reid strided over to where I was. I didn’t turn back, but I could feel him watching me. Slowly, I could feel him creep over, to the point where my back was nearly flush to his chest. He leaned over, his warm breath tickling my neck as he said, “I’m heading to the room.” That damned voice of his. I took a breath, and could feel myself getting antsy. Had I always been this hyper aware of Spencer’s presence? Had we always been like this, and I’d never even realized it? 

I gritted out a curt response, “Fine.”

I knew it was unfair. I knew he wasn’t privy to what I was thinking or what I was feeling, but a small part of me couldn’t help but blame him. It was childish, but I’d said it anyway. He heard it and stepped away, knitting his eyebrows.  

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, retracting his position to be slightly away from me, but close enough that no one else could hear. 

“Not here. Not now.” I said, holding back any visible emotion on my face. 

He nodded, and ran a hand through his hair nodding. We packed our things and walked together to the hotel room, silent. He opened the door for me and I walked in, turning to him as he closed the door. 

“What.. what are you doing?” I ask, crossing my arms. “This.. you’re being weird!” I exclaim.

“I’m being weird?” Spencer asks, dumbfounded, whilst raising an eyebrow at me. “You wanna talk about ‘weird’, (Y/N)?” He says, using air quotes. “You’re the one that left like that this morning- and you were lying to me!” He says, raising his voice, especially at the last part. 

I felt a muscle in my jaw twitch as he said that, and I spoke, trying to cover up my deceivement from earlier that day. “What? No- I wasn’t lying-” 

He interrupted me. “(Y/N). I know you. I. Know. You.” He says, pointing at my chest and emphasizing each word. He continued, looking right into my eyes. “That means I know when you’re lying to me.” He asserted, challenging me as he stepped closer. 

I took a step back. He took a step closer. 

“You know what, Spencer.” I say, trying to manage a tone of finality, while creating as much space between us by raising my hands in between us. “I’ll take the floor tonight.” I swallowed a bit, looking for an opening I could use to move away from this situation, to end it before we got messy. Instead, he stood firm as I was left watching his face morph into one of confusion and hurt. 

“Stop doing that!” He exclaims. “Stop.. stop pretending! I see the way you look at me!” He exclaims, seemingly getting defensive. 

I furrowed my brows. He was not about to pretend he was guiltless in the situation we’d found ourselves in. 

“And I see the way you look at me!” I yell back, not backing down. “So, what’s your point?” 

“God, you just never get it, do you?!” He bursts out, and I can’t even begin to discern the expression on his face. He looked wild, running his hands through his hair once more. 

“What don’t I get, Reid?!” I reply, breathing harder now as my voice rises, and I get closer to him. “Is this too much for you?!” I say, knitting my brows. “Do you want to stop, is that what you’re saying? Because I’ll have you know I am more than okay with shutting this thing we have-” 

Before I can finish my sentence, he grabs my face with both hands, pulling me towards him and pressing me into a knee-weakening kiss. But instead of being heated and rushed, it’s sweet. It’s languid. Like we had all the time in the world to kiss like this. His lips moved slowly against mine, savoring it in a way I knew he never had before. He pulled away slowly, his lips red, and his hands still firmly on either side of my face. 

“I don’t want to stop.” He says, breathless. “I don’t wanna get rid of a good thing just because we’re scared.” 

I looked at him, my face riddled with confusion as he looked at me, and I could finally see the fondness I’d felt that morning reflected in his expression at that moment. 

“But we said-” I began. 

“I don’t care what we said.” He shoots back. “And I don’t think you really care either.” He adds on, softly. “I think you’re scared of being hurt, and I won’t pretend like I wasn’t either.” 

My eyebrows scrunch as I look up at him, breathing out through my nose. “Why now then?” I ask, softly, my lips parting slightly. “What changed?” 

He sighed, caressing the smooth skin of my cheek, smiling slightly at me. “I’ve felt it before.” He murmurs. “When I see you work, when I see you laugh.”  He takes a breath. “But I think I felt it the most when I woke up and watched you watching me.”

 He gently lifts my chin, and I look up at him with possibly the most love-struck gaze I’d ever managed in my life. He continued, looking into my eyes. “And at that point, I couldn’t ignore it. I don’t want to go another second pretending what I feel for you isn’t real, or something we need to bury.” He fixed his eyes on me, looking at me with a new tenderness. 

I look up at him, biting my lip, holding back a smile. He sees the joy in my eyes, and I can tell he’s doing the same.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, his voice a whisper. 

I nod, already moving towards him. 

And he’s there again, kissing me slowly and affectionately, his hands wrapping into my hair, and pulling him closer to me. My hands wrapped around his neck, and I kissed him back in the same leisurely fashion. I could see lifetimes ahead of us. Lifetimes of happiness, of kisses like these, where we could take our time because for once, we had it. 

He guided me gently to the bed, and placed himself over me. It felt so different from all the times we’d shared our lust together. It felt like we were starting something entirely new. He kissed my lips, then my cheek, and then my neck. He knew my body as well as his own, finding the spot right below my ear that consistently made me moan his name. He grinned as he heard the noise escape my parted lips, rising to move the hair out of my face. He kissed my lips again, mumbling against them. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning closer and I smile softly at the words.

 I bring him down for another kiss, and this time around, he’s slowly removing the buttons off my work shirt. With every button he removes, he kisses the newly exposed skin. I can feel his lips tickling the swell of my breasts, my sternum, and my stomach, eventually removing all the buttons and shrugging off the shirt. He then goes back all the way to kiss every place his lips hadn’t touched, and then some. It felt like an act of worship, of devotion. As if he was remembering me all over again, as if he couldn’t get enough of it.

He undid the buttons of my jeans, whispering sweet nothings all the way, and a pleasurable sigh escaped my lips, feeling his lips trail near my inner thigh. He pulled down my underwear, taking a breath in as he saw the glistening folds. He situated himself between my thighs, looking up at me. 

“Can I?” He asked, clearly eager. I found it adorable he asked, as if he could sense the newness in what we were doing as well. I nodded, and brought my free hand to his curls, the other laying on the sheets. I could feel his smile as he brought himself closer to my heat, and gave a long lap of his tongue against me. I moaned out at the feeling, and it seemed to spur him on. He hooked his hands beneath my thighs, and began to delve into the hot flesh like a man starved. I breathed out his name like a prayer. His tongue darted out and licked harshly against my clit, and I could feel myself devolving. Even in this moment of vulnerability, I trusted him enough to fall apart, knowing he’d put me back together, and that’s exactly what I did. With another movement of his tongue, I reached my peak, moaning his name as  my thighs nearly closed around his head, his strong arms holding me open. 

He smiled breathlessly, my arousal coating his chin as he leaned over to kiss me one more time. As he did so, I moved my arms to start undoing his belt, and to free his cock from his briefs, the tip already leaking pre-cum. I guided him to my wet heat, pushing him in slowly. I moaned at the fullness and could feel myself enter a stage of total bliss.

He began to thrust into me, slowly at first, but increased the pace. He cupped my cheek, jutting his hips against me like a man possessed. 

“You feel so fucking good around me, you know that?” He cooed,  looking down at me. “So perfect for me. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” 

I smiled, dazed at the words, feeling myself rapidly approach my peak as he pounded into me, and I could feel the same for him. I opened my eyes, looking up at him with an expression that was full of lust and love all at once. “You’re all… I ever wanted .. too'' I moaned, feeling him start to go even faster at my words. 

“Yeah?” He said, grinning again. “Then take it. Take everything I’m giving you.” He moved his fingers to begin circling around my clit, and moments later I was falling apart all over again. I came with a loud moan of his name, convulsing as he continued to thrust into me. 

“Just like that, pretty girl.” He said, smirking. “Come all over my cock.” 

I moaned at his words, squeezing my eyes shut as I felt him move faster against me, bottoming out inside me before I felt the stuttering of his own hips, followed by a warmth at my deepest point. He moaned at the feeling,  pulling out afterwards and leaving me so empty. The feeling didn’t last long though, as he moved over next to me on the bed, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. 

“You’re so amazing, you know that?” Spencer says, stroking my hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head whispering, “You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” 

I knew at that moment he wasn’t talking about the sex. We’d done that before. But this? This was different, and it was god-awful terrifying, but I think I could forget about the fear when Spencer was playing with my hair, treating me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever touched in his entire life. I nestled into his arms, allowing the warmth to envelope me. 

“You know you have to get up soon, right?” Reid muses, playfully.  “Peeing after sex, and all that.” 

“I know.” I murmur into the bare skin of his chest, sighing. “Just let me stay here a little longer.” I say, hoping he’d give in and just let me relax on him. 

“Mm.” He replies, and I could feel the vibration of his lips from where I was. “There are some words I never thought I’d hear from you.” He answered, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I playfully hit his shoulder, laughing as I pretended to move away in mock offense, but he wouldn’t even allow that, pulling me even closer.

“Stay.” He whispers. “You feel nice.” And so I did, pressing myself against him and breathing in his scent. 

He felt like a new person to me, and even now, I was absolutely insatiable for him. It’d never felt like this before, to feel so safe and loved for. We’d done that. We’d created that love for each other. 

I recalled a quote I’d seen a lifetime ago, smiling at my own thoughts.

“Do all lovers feel like they’re inventing something?” 

With Spencer, I think I truly was. 

aa! second fic. this one was long. i hope you all liked it. reblogs, likes, comments are all gladly accepted. my reqs are also open so! go nuts. thank you for reading :3

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HIII! I have a request if you have time, but after seeing what you did for Larsy Poo I need, - in fact, I am on my hands and knees for head cannons for James Het PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️

Thank you 😊 MWAH

Hey lovely!!! sorry it took a whole while, I'm finally back home and school and work are biting my ass. but, here it is!!! hope you enjoy! @buzzbuzzbowie also asked for this, thank you both! <3

Okay, so if we’re talking about 80s James, (like ‘81-’87), he’s definitely submissive asf!! he’s just… just… he was so shy and pretty LIKE SHUT UP SFKFSKSFSKJS. (he still is)

He def has mommy issues. So, he craves validation and care. Especially in the beginning, he’s still young and just into fame, could learn a thing or two. Once he gets older, more masculine, angrier and his voice deeper and deeper. He still has that need, it’s an itch no one can really scratch but you.

He was sexually inexperienced, (due to his family’s religions he had to leave health class and all that stuff). so just IMAGINE teaching young Jamie some things!!!! oml i’m melting!!!!! 

“Am I doing okay?” James pants from in between your thighs. He’s looking up at you through his bangs that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. His blue eyes twinkling with eagerness and lust.

“You’re doing great, baby.” You reassure him as you caress his hair lovingly. 

“Hmm, you taste so good.” He moans into your pussy and continues fucking you with his tongue.

Loves it when there’s a emotional connection, normally he’d fuck the shit out of girls/groupies without thinking twice. But, he loves it when he’s taken care of.

Loves the aftercare as well!! Cuddling or showering together, loves it when you wash his hair!

praising kink, mommy kink????? i dunno. I just know his whimpers and begging would be so pretty <3. 

Would get jealous pretty fast, he wants all of your attention on HIM. 

He’s also pretty protective of you, even as friends. Like, just imagine you and the bar hanging out at a bar, early Metallica days, and some guys are bothering you. This man would be prepared to throw hands. (just like he did for Larz, cuz he has a big mouth).

He has a big nose, so you can sit on it. (no headcanon tho, it’s the truth.)

He would call you all needy from his hotel room. (I see black album!James in my head). And i mean you know he’s fucking groupies, you know he is. but, he’s never satisfied, you got your fucking claws in him.

“Come on, pick up…” James mutters into the phone, he’s horny and desperate, only wanting to hear your voice.

“Hello?” Your tired voice rings through his ear.

“H-hey, sweetheart.” James stammers. “How are you? i miss you. Did I wake you?” he rushes through his words not wanting to be rude, but he is just so horny.

“hm, I’m good, baby.” you yawn. “You did wake me, but that’s okay.” 

He stays silent for a bit, he’s slowly stroking himself. Just your voice is enough to make him crazy. You can hear some hitched breaths through the phone and decide to play with him a little.

“What are you doing, baby?” 

“N-nothing, I’m just tired.” he quickens his pace, knowing what you’re doing.

“Do you miss me?” you ask, your hand wandering to your panties.

“Fuck, yes. Of course, baby.” 

“I miss you too, your voice, your touch…” You sigh. “you inside of me.”

“Oh, baby…” James lets out a strangled moan. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, I can’t take it.” 

James starts stroking his cock faster while you already have started playing with your clit. 

“Every night when I come off stage. I just think of you and I can’t….” James groans. “Can’t take it… need you here.” 

“You wanna know what I'd do?” 

“Yeah…”

“I’d ride you silly, until you’d see stars.” you moan.

“Fuck, so i can look at your pretty tits?” James gets closer to cumming.

“That’s right, darlin’.” 

“Are you playing with yourself too?” He asks, his mind is driving him wild. He is so jealous of your fingers right now. 

“Mhm.” you hum.

“Oh fuck, gonna cum, baby.” 

“Cum with me, babe.”

Both of you would cum all over yourself and say loving words to each other before falling asleep <3.

Now, if we’re talking about current James. holy fucking shit. the dilfiest fucking dilf on this fucking earth. 

His hands!!!! his fingers are super fucking skilled, this man can WORK them. stroking your hair, holding your hand, squeezing your thighs, making you suck his fingers while you look up at him innocently, lightly squeezing your throat with his other hand when you stop looking at him, finger-fucking you ‘till you cry… I can go on.

James and his cigars>>>>>>

Just imagine you sitting on his thigh, needy and desperate. He’s wearing some bootcut jeans that fit him perfectly. You’re in some comfortable pj shorts and slowly rubbing yourself on the material of his jeans. He’s really enjoying the view while smoking his cigar and puffing the smoke in your face. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He places his free hand on your hip, secretly guiding your grinding. 

“Need more…” You whimper. “Please.” 

“Hmm… I don’t think so, baby.” he takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke in your face. “I think you can easily cum like this, can’t you?” 

He grins and holds the cigar close to your mouth, making you take a drag. You slowly inhale while maintaining eye-contact, James groans loudly and grips your hip tighter. You blow the smoke back into his face and try to kiss him. 

He gladly accepts the kiss and you can taste the cigar on his lips. You start grinding faster and moan into his mouth. James keeps guiding you and smirks up at your needy state. 

“Gonna cum all over my jeans, princess?”

He’d spoil you like crazy. You don’t want much, just him. but, he still takes care of you in every single way he can. 

 Feel like he might have a breeding kink, daddy kink and all that. He just wants to fill you all up and claim you. Mark you, show the world and everyone in it you are his. <3

 Imagine car rides with James???? I’d sell my left tit for that. (maybe not). Just a chill ride in one of his muscle cars, or his truck, love me some of that. Some music on low volume, the weather’s nice, the sun's about to set. Yes, just yes. 

Or staying at his house for dinner??? I would fucking love to chill in his backyard and he’s working over at the bbq. I just know this man can cook up a mean steak. 

Damn, now I’m hungry for James AND his cooking. 

[ddejavvu]

you ask for dbf!hotch thoughts? i will absolutely deliver ‼️

okay so imagine it’s like midnight and you’ve been locked out of your place (it’s not the end of the world, your family has the spare, but they’re likely already asleep)

the only thing you can think of - your last resort so to speak - is your dad’s best friend because god only knows agent hotchner keeps godawful hours, and he’s been enough of a constant in your life to know that at the very least he’d probably let you crash at his for the night.

so after a quick call and being greeted by a surprisingly raspy voice (that suggested you had in fact woken him up), he’s said to “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.”

this is just an excuse because i’d love to see domestic fluff 😩💕

having to borrow a pair of clothes, showering at his place and you’re driving him crazy because you’ve used his body wash and now you fucking smell like him?????!!!! sharing a bed and latching on to him in the middle of the night (you have absolutely no idea) because all you want is to be held by him I MEAN TALK ABOUT UWUS

just an idea 🥰

anyway i’d love to see you write this because you’re a fucking phenomenal writer <3 kisses mwuah

THIS- AAARGH 👹👹

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.

it's not that you're afraid they'll be mad at you for waking them up, it's that you literally rang the doorbell 934572475 times and they just didn't answer.. like they are DEAD asleep, you can't get in and you don't want to set off the alarm system so you're stuck on the front porch for the night :( your friend is out of town and you don't want to walk back to work to call a hotel to set up a reservation for one night, so you're kind of at a loss!! but then your eyes stray to a little muddy footprint on the sidewalk and you're like aw yeah that's when jack stepped in mud and then tracked it over the lawn and then you're like !! jack !! and his father !!

you know for a fact that jack is sleeping over at the neighbors house bc you'd seen him earlier, and you're fairly certain that it's because aaron needed to stay late at work. you're hoping he's still there, or at the very least, still awake, but when you call and he answers on the second ring with a very raspy 'hotchner', you realize you'd probably woken him up.

you're nervous now, because he's only been kind to you in the past, but now you've interrupted what little sleep the man gets, and what if he's angry? so you explain yourself very apologetically, assuring him that it's totally okay if you don't want to. but he barely hesitates before saying “stay put, honey. i’m on my way.” like you've said... WHAT IF I MARRIED HIM ??

UGH maybe you've been out with your friends so you're in a kind of skimpy outfit so he comes to pick you up like O.O and you laugh like if there's any spare t-shirts you don't mind me using, can i sleep in one? and he's like mhm. yeah honey i can do that. and he lets you use his bathroom 'cause jack's tub is full of bath toys and kid shampoo, and he's given you a shirt and some old loose shorts to sleep in, but you come out of the bathroom in your towel asking for a spare towel for your hair.

as he hands it over he realizes you smell like him now, because, oh fuck, of course you used his shampoo/body wash, and you brush out your hair using a little tiny brush that you ask him to retrieve from your purse. he definitely sees a tube of lipstick in your purse and he definitely imagines how it'll look on your lips and how it would look smeared on his cock

now while you were showering he'd gotten back in bed under the covers and was reading the newspaper with his little reading glasses on and !!!!!! you've never seen such a domestic sight !!!!!!! you're sure you could have crashed on the couch but it's a loveseat, not a full sofa, and :( it just wouldn't be comfortable :( and jack's bed is def too small, so when you're changed and ready for bed, you just hop right up into bed beside him and he looks at you like 🤨

you're like thanks for letting me stay here, aaron and he doesn't dare suggest you sleeping anywhere else, just nodding with a sweet little smile and asking if you were ready to turn off the lights. when you nod and snuggle into your spot in the bed he flicks the lamp off, and settles down into his spot. there's minimal talking, because neither of you are sure what to say, but once your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep you roll over, in search of the warmth that he exudes. he doesn't even pretend to dislike it, he doesn't bother readjusting you or anything, he just curls his arm over your waist and helps you get your head on his chest <333

and when he wakes up to you clinging to him like a koala, he just kisses your forehead and brushes your hair away from your face to ask if you want breakfast 🥹🥹🥹 he mumbles it against your skin and everything all sleepy and soft GAH I NEED HIM <3

[rocketnottheraccon]

A ShinBaku one shot I wrote bc this random ass crack ship happens to give me life

Art by: Horikoshi

Let’s get one thing straight.

Hitoshi Shinsou was not.

But he also adored Mitsuki.

So, you can probably imagine his favorite song to listen to when his life went to shit.

“Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart~” He mindlessly sang, spinning around in Aizawa’s office chair at… say… 4:30 in the morning?

He was currently running on 16 cans of Monster energy, 17 now, 3 bowls of cereal, and this week's dose of testosterone. He could take on the world- better yet: end the world!

“YES!” He shouted to himself, still spinning aimlessly. He would take over the world! Reinstate quirk management laws, maybe just get rid of heroes all together! That way he wouldn’t have to deal with this shit-show known as the hero course.

On second thought, that seems like way too much work.

Yeah, way too much work.

“Queen!” He exclaimed as the next song came on. He jumped from his seat, sliding into the common room to sing. No one was watching him, and with the amount of caffeine in his veins right now, he wouldn’t care if there was.

Actually, he didn’t want to sing.

Yeah, no thank you.

He collapsed onto the couch, still holding a can of Monster. I’m definitely addicted. He thought.

Fuck it, he didn’t care.

He was healthy enough to be a hero. Degrading that ever so slightly wouldn’t hurt anything but his mental health, but come now.

Were any of them really ever good in that department?

No, he didn’t think so.

“I’d like you and I to romancing~” He mumbled, taking a sip. His brain was currently going 150 miles per hour, as well as three miles per hour.

Is this what it’s like to be high? He questioned, thinking about how Aizawa would act when he came back from the After-PTA-Parties. Now, his dad was no light weight. He’s seen the man chug an entire bottle of beer and merely walk out and go to school like it was his morning coffee, which was also usually spiked. Now, imagine how much Aizawa had to drink to end up slurring, throwing up, and almost blackout drunk.

Yeah, that's how Hitoshi felt right now.

Thank god today's Saturday.

“Harry!” He exclaimed, as Harry Styles was the next artist to start playing. “You're a wizard, Harry!”

Was he high? If he wasn’t, he had to be pretty goddamn close to it.

“Oi?” He hears very distantly.

Hitoshi looks up and around for the source, until he’s met with his blond Pomeranian. “My love!” He says, slinging himself over the others shoulders.

Katsuki raised a brow. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Who cares? Kiss me!” Hitoshi showered the others neck in kisses, and Katsuki shoved him off promptly after.

“Your fucking high,” He deadpanned.

“No I’m not!” Hitoshi said, “I’m underage, that’d be illegal!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, somehow managing to lift the other taller boy's body weight like he was a baby. “I’m taking you to bed, you fucking dumbass.”

“You’ll go with me?” Hitoshi asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Never do that again,” Commanded Katsuki, and Hitoshi's mouth was promptly shut.

“You need to stop doing this Toshi.” He started, making their way to the elevator, “I didn’t sign up for fucking baby sitting.”

“Love you too!” Hitoshi said, kissing the others neck.

“You're six foot!” Katsuki exclaimed, “I hate to admit it, but I should not be the one carrying you!”

“You admit I’m taller than you?”

“Fucking- How could I not?!? You’re like a fucking skyscraper, Hitoshi!”

“Aww.”

Katsuki scowls as they make it to their hallway. “You interrupted my morning workout routine.”

“Eww, you work out?” Hitoshi drawled, pursuing his lips.

“I’m in the hero course- and so are you for that matter! You cannot keep pulling caffeine induced all-nighters and expect to be a famous hero-“

“Who said I wanted to be famous?” Hitoshi interrupted.

“Right, right. Daddy’s boy,” Katsuki sighed, opening Hitoshis door with his foot.

“Goddamn!” Hitoshi exclaimed, “Hella flexibly!”

“Mhm,” Katsuki replied tiredly. He nudged open the door. “Stand up.”

“You were doing such a good job though!” Hitoshi whined.

“Hitoshi Shinsou, I will count to five-“

“Fine, fine,” Hitoshi rolled his eyes stepping down from around Katsuki, yet still being miles above him. “Hehe.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki said, “Good night. And I swear to God, Hitoshi, if I see you downstairs before 1:30-“

“I know!” Hitoshi said, rolling into bed. “I love you, Kat.”

“Fuck off!” He yelled, walking out, and slamming the door behind him.

Seconds later, Hitoshi received a text.

BoomBastic: Love you too dumbass

[jeoneffext]

an irresistible nightmare | scaramouche

- avoiding you was his option, but seeing you in his dreams where you two made love made him shed sweat from his neck, longing for your touch.

(this scenario is inspired by that one chuuya fanfic on wattpad “Mr. Fancy Hat” by -tasfiah)

It was very late at night when Scara decided to let himself get washed up by some liquor, it was already 11 pm when he's the only one in the kitchen, his sumeru boys members already asleep but him, hes wide awake, trying to get something off his chest.

Gulping another wine, thinking things. Not until when someone came in the kitchen, resulting him to immediately drift his eyes, only to find out that it's just you. Scara gulps, looking at you. He can't seem to focus on his drinks when all of a sudden you came at his sight.

"What are you doing in this late hour, scara?" You tiredly ask him, the boy could only replied in a very short one. "None of your business." He said, earning a snort from you.

"Can't sleep huh? Had a nightmare?" You said, going to the ref to find something to eat.

Scara didn't replied to you, his eyes seems so focused on your back, literally eyeing you up and down on your night gown. Boy he was gawking at your wearing, the night gown was too distracting for him, he can't seem to focus out from you, your one strap falling out from your shoulder just send him shivers on his spine, it was indeed too revealing.

"Yeah... I did." He replied, you can feel someone staring at you, and you know damn well it's him. Scara seems so intrigued at your wearing that he noticed the hems of your shirt slowly lifting it up when you try to bent to get the food on the ref, the blue haired blink twice, gripping the glass.

"Oh yeah? What was your nightmare about?" You ask again, now facing him, a popsicle on your hand now, slowly unwrapping it, revealing a strawberry red flavor one, you were not giving any fucks but you just licked it cause you were hungry.

God. The man in front of you has his eyes on how you lick the tip of the popsicle, his mind went crazy thinking wild shits about you, immediately avoiding eye contact when he responds.

"None of your business. Don’t ask nonsense questions." Scara replied, sipping his wine. You kept looking at him while eating the popsicle.

"Mhm... so you're used to it?" Damn he could hear your muffled sounds that you create while you try to talk against the popsicle, the man was already sweating on his neck. Grabbing his nape.

"Y-yeah, just like that..." He said while grabbing his neck, looking down, completely avoiding your gaze that could kill. You giggle.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You said seriously, Scara was taken aback at you.

The boy was so lost for words when you two met gaze again, you were looking at him, your tongue still licking the popsicle, Scara eyes that too, and you were oddly attractive standing there with your night gown lingerie on, that dangerous silk nude lingerie! It was definitely turning him on, damn your legs was so flawless he sometimes wished he could hang it around his n—

"Eyes up here, boy." You whistled, Scara widen his eyes when he realised what he has done.

Scara fake coughed. "Go to sleep already, we still have commissions to do together tomorrow." He said, ears go red, you could only smile.

"Of course, but let me finish eating this first."

"No, bring it to your room."

"Hmph no, ill finish it here."

"Tch, how absurd, you really want me to hear your licking sounds while eating that huh?" Scara boldy said.

You could only giggle.

"I know you like it." You said, with a big grin on your face, your tone teasing him.

"Fuck you, I’d rather listen to babies crying than hear your licks."

"But I'm your baby, you will listen to my cries too, right?"

Scaramouche choked on his drink, completey shocked at your wild statement, coughing hardly, you just laugh at his actions that's so stupid.

He looked at you with that annoyed look on his face.

"You little lady, why dont you go back to your room huh?"

"What about no?"

You eagerly provoked him, as your back lean on the kitchen counter, looking at him with that cheeky grin of yours, proceeding to lick your popsicle.

Scara had enough at you, he put down his glass of wine in the counter, walking towards you, your heart racing when his presence was so close to yours.

His arms in between your body as his hand is pressed against the counter.

"Don't make me do that by force." His tone serious, eyes staring at you.

"What you gonna do huh?" You teasingly tilt you head, eyeing him with a sly grin on you, he’s too intoxicated by you. He’s going crazy.

“Y/n please, don’t make this even more hard for me.” He finally gives in, Scaramouche’s tone desperate, lazy tired eyes looking at you, he looks so submissive currently, you are indeed taken aback at this.

Scara is a patient man, he’s not the kind of guy that would just bend you over right now especially at the kitchen counter right?

Poor scara, he is indeed turned on.

Scaramouche hides his embarrassed face on your shoulder. You are taken aback at this, that you didn’t even noticed the popsicle starts to melt in your hands.

“You’re turning me on. Are you trying to seduce me on purpose with this night gown, aren’t you?” He muttered against your shoulder that’s near in your neck, you couldn’t help but shift your posture.

This time, you are the one who’s in trouble. Scara brings his head up to eye you again, his gaze drifts from you lips down to your neck, his hungry eyes evident that he’s needy.

“How fucking dare you? Wear this casually in front of me? What are you trying to do?” Scara’s tone hoarse, catching a breath.

“I like it to wear it.”

“Seriously? That’s your reason?”

“Why? Do I have any other reasons?”

“Aren’t you even thinking about the consequences when you wear that? You’re giving me trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” Innocently asking him while he’s suffering in front of you right now is insane.

“Y/n, I have wet dreams about you. The reason I came here because you were in my dream, a nightmare I wished to avoid yet it’s there, you are in it. It’s making it difficult.” His tone desperate for longing, an obvious honesty washed over the guy, you could feel his boner against you.

“Then you came here all of a sudden while I was clearing my thoughts, seeing you in this…” The dark blue haired breathes out after his sentence by eyeing your dress, he’s trying so hard to not fuck you right now.

You are incredibly speechless.

“You are the cause of my arousal, isn’t that the worse thing you’ve ever heard?”

Scaramouche thinks this is the wrong time to confess his feelings, an annoyed ‘tch’ comes out from his mouth as he finally lets you go, walking away from you.

“Forget about this, pretend this hasn't happened.”

That night where Scara left you alone in the kitchen after he spit his desires at you, leaving you wanting for more, wanting to hear his hidden temptations for you. You weren’t able to stop him but you glad you didn’t.

Because you too, were aroused at him that night.

[ladylooch]

Does liv act any different after she ends the call with Luca ?

And Luca, will you know hit Ryder a little harder next time they're on the ice together ?

The coolness of Luca’s Wild shirt covers my back and shoulders as I pull it on. It’s a synthetic, work out type material that temporarily feels nice against my skin. Then the extra fabric begins to build sweat between my shoulder blades. I’d take this discomfort over my boyfriend calling me out for being… flirty with another man in front of him. 

How could I have been so blind to how we looked together? I’m so embarrassed. Luca took it in stride, even ending the call by suggesting a sexy FaceTime later. I’m so lucky to have him. I stare at the closed door of my bedroom. On the other side is Ryder in my kitchen… baking banana bread… shirtless. Fuck. I shove my face into my pillow, letting out a frustrated yelp. I feel bad about kicking him out. It’s not like we did something wrong, or that he overstepped. That doesn’t seem fair and I don’t want Ryder to think Luca told me he had to go, especially when Luca has been so chill and understanding. 

I open the door, tip toeing out to the kitchen. Ryder is leaning against the counter, phone in his hand, scrolling for a new song. His shirt is back on. He looks up at me and gives a shy smile.

“Everything good?”

“Um yeah.” I nod, biting a corner of my lip nervously. “Definitely good. How is the bread looking?”

“I have no idea.” He is sheepish. “I tried to look again, but it doesn’t look quite burnt enough?” I laugh, going to the oven door and opening it up. Warmth washes over my face, making me stick my tongue out at the added heat to an already hot apartment. They need to fix this heating issue ASAP or I’m going to go sleep at Lio’s tonight. Ryder comes closer. My cheeks start to turn pink as his shoulder brushes mine when he looks in too. 

“Not done yet.” I confirm, shutting the door quickly.

“The cocktail is done if you are ready to try it?”

“Yeah!” I nod enthusiastically, a little too enthusiastic to over compensate for the awkwardness I feel. He hands me a glass with ice cubes, pink liquid, and a salted rim. Tequila slaps my pallet on the first sip, then bright citrus and a good, balanced sweetness coats my mouth to finish. “Oh….” I murmur, then trail off. “Very good.”

“Thank you. I think in another life I could have been a great mixologist.” 

“If you weren’t a Hughes kid?” Ryder’s eyes cloud over a bit in resentment. Not much of his life wasn't chosen for him by his family lineage.

“Yeah… well you know.”

“Lio probably more than me, but yeah.”

“I’m glad we have reconnected as adults. We had fun when we were kids.” I barely remember those days. So much has happened since we lived in New Jersey and our fathers played together in the NHL. Most of my childhood memories revolve around Switzerland.

“Yeah, I’m glad we have become friends.” I answer honestly, looking down at the top of my drink.

“Are you… sure everything is good? I can leave if…” He trails off.

“No. Everything is great. I just. Um. You know I really value our friendship.” I purse my lips afterwards, meeting his gaze head on. He stares back at me for a moment. The understanding is clear in his eyes as he nods. We are friends. That is it.

“Yeah. Me too, Livy. You’re kinda becoming my best friend here. I wouldn’t jeopardize that.” I nod in response. “I, uh, should probably head out to grab our food. Do you need anything else?” I take another long sip of my drink.

“Maybe some air conditioning?” I joke.

“Yeah, this is rough. If you need to, you can come stay at my place tonight. I'll sleep on the couch."

“Oh, thanks. But, Lio said I could go to his place.”

“Oh perfect. That’s closer for class tomorrow.”

“Mhm.” I nod as he puts his shoes back on by the door.

“I’ll be back.” He steps out of the apartment.

The door clicks softly shut behind him. I tap my phone screen to check the time, seeing the lock screen of Luca and I laughing into our kiss this past summer. I miss him so much my chest feels like it cracks open down my sternum. 

6 more days… then I’ll be in his arms again.

[calpalirwin]

New Beginnings

Summary: Avery Ryan wanted three things from life— love, her career, and to feel like she wasn't ever sacrificing one for the sake of the other. But was that even possible?

Word Count: 4.7k

Part 3

Avery pushed open the door to the bus, her yoga mat tucked under her arm. She was expecting to hear the rustling in the kitchen area of Ashton making breakfast and the smell of coffee dripping into the pot, a routine she’d grown accustomed to during these first few months of touring. A quiet morning spent alone with the man who silenced the butterflies while the world slept on around them. So, when she heard a “So, Avery, who’s your celebrity crush?” she stilled in her tracks.

No… no, no, NO! She knew that interview like the back of her hand, and the thought of Ashton seeing it made her cheeks turn the same color as her hair, and her heart race in her chest. Was it too much to wish for the ground to open and swallow her whole rather than continue to walk towards her doom?

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A wave of warmth washed over Avery’s cheeks, and she giggled despite herself. “Oh, that question’s gonna get me in trouble,” Avery giggled again at the interviewer. She didn’t need to look over at Ajani to know that while she was rolling her eyes, Ajani had the same trouble-making grin on her face as their interviewer.

“Oh, c’mon,” the interviewer continued to goat. “The whole world knows that Avery Ryan was off the market before she became a household name. But we’re all human, right? We all got our celebrity crushes, don’t we?”

“Oh, we do,” Avery assured them.

“So?” the interviewer pressed.

“Ashton Irwin.”

Ajani busted into a fit of laughter beside Avery. “Little quick to answer that one, huh, Ace?”

“Oh, shut up!” Avery laughed with Ajani, covering her face with her hands. “Like anyone who says he isn’t at least one of their celebrity crushes is a liar.”

“Facts.”

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When Avery heard a laugh that wasn’t Ashton’s she breathed a sigh of relief. “Morning, Mike,” she greeted, plopping down on the couch next to him. “You’re up early.”

“Yeah, wanted to catch Crystal before her day started. Catch her up on everything.”

“Mhm, a likely story,” Avery teased, tilting her chin at his phone.

He laughed again and clicked his phone shut. “Yeah, I was telling her about your and Ash’s relationship, and how you both seem at a stalemate. And she mentioned the video. Thought I’d give it a watch. You know this interview is four years old? Still true?”

Avery decided to go with honesty. She nodded.

Michael broke out in a grin. “So, do something about it. Make a move.”

Avery scoffed. “Why can’t he make a move?”

“Aren’t you a feminist?”

“Yeah…”

“So, why can’t you make the first move?”

“Because it’s…” her voice trailed off as she fought to find the right words. “It’s a long story,” she decided with a huff.

“Well better get to telling it before Ashton gets up.”

“So, the abridged version is that Drew— my ex— and I grew up together. He moved to LA first. We reconnected when I moved there. We started dating. Moved in together. Planned our lives together. Everything. But once things started taking off with the band, something changed. Like… I dunno, like he saw the band as something I was only going to do short-term. And he couldn’t figure out how the life we wanted with each other could fit with mine and Ajani’s dreams for Lucky Mess. He started picking fights about whether he could trust me out on the road. And then he cheated on me with his high school girlfriend while I was on the road. And there was no moving past that for either of us. I didn’t want to try to make it work after that. And even if I had, he chose her, so it didn’t matter.”

Avery saw Michael’s jaw tighten and she knew he had felt that similar pain in the past. As a musician, she assumed they all had at least one story like that. “Fuck…” he muttered. “And Ash? He knows?”

“He knows the basics. That Drew and I dated. That we broke up. And that Drew is now engaged to the girl he left me for.”

Michael whistled low. “That’s fucked.”

“Yeah. But Ash doesn’t know that we broke up because Drew cheated. And it’s not even that I’m still hung up on Drew. But the engagement happened literally the day we all started working together, so it’s like a new pain if that makes any sense.”

“No, yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah. And then he and his fiancée showed up at the beginning of the tour. And… I know in my head that Drew and Ash are not the same person. I know that I can trust Ash. But…” her voice trailed off.

“It’s a risk,” Michael said knowingly. “A risk that you got a fresh reminder of. But take it from someone who’s known Ash a long time. He’s going to put in the energy he wants returned. He won’t give ultimatums because he doesn’t want to get ultimatums. He won’t make his partner compromise on their dreams for his benefit because he doesn’t want to have to compromise on his dreams for theirs. Plus, he’s totally smitten with you.”

Avery smiled and rested her head affectionately on his shoulder for a minute.

“And how do you know all this stuff?”

“You think it was a typo you got to that pool party 2 hours ahead of everyone else?” His green eyes danced with mischief and trouble.

“That was you?!”

Michael laughed. “It was Cal, actually.”

“You’re much more observant than you let on, Mike. Should I be worried?”

“Nah. I only use my power for good. Pinky swear.”

They were still laughing when Ashton finally stumbled sleepily from the bunks. His shirt rode up as he raised his arms above his head in a stretch, his mouth dropping open in a yawn. Michael’s thumb swiped at the corner of Avery’s mouth. “Stop drooling,” he whispered low so Ashton couldn’t hear, winking as he did so.

She slapped his arm playfully, laughing loudly. “Can you blame a girl?”

“Oh, just make a move. Speaking of moves, wanna play chess? Playing against Luke gets old.”

“Love to,” she chirped.

Ashton watched as Michael pushed himself off the couch and started searching for something. “Videogames already Mike?”

“Nah, were playing chess,” Avery answered.

“Aw, I lost my morning buddy?” Ashton fake pouted.

“Seems like it,” Avery laughed.

“Sorry, mate,” Michael shrugged, his green eyes surprisingly apologetic.

“Nah, no worries. Might get breakfast made quicker without having to help the tiny one reach the plates and cups every two seconds,” Ashton teased, winking at the woman who rolled her eyes and scoffed. He laughed as he got breakfast going, and they set up their game.

“How’s it going?” he asked a little while later, sitting down beside Avery.

Her eyebrows were pulled together, her tongue poking out slightly in the corner of her mouth. “Good,” she said as Michael slowly moved a piece.

“Where’s mine?” Michael asked, looking at the two coffee cups and a large plate of food Ashton placed on the coffee table.

“Bread’s in the cupboard, eggs are in the pan,” Ashton told him while Avery took a bite from one of the pieces of toast, smiling at Ashton in thanks.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Your move,” he told Avery as he got up, muttering under his breath something vaguely that sounded like “And I don’t mean chess.”

If she heard Michael’s less than subtle second statement, she gave no indication. Instead, she wiped the crumbs from her mouth before reaching for her mug to take a sip, studying the board methodically. “Check,” she said, moving a piece and taking another bite of toast.

“Check?!” Michael asked bewildered, leaving his plate on the counter, and rushing back over to look at their game. He quickly moved his king out of harm’s way. “Uncheck!” he said, sticking his tongue out at her before going back to make his food.

“Actually, it’s checkmate,” she replied, moving to block his king in so he couldn’t move it. She leaned back against the couch, her side pressing into Ashton’s. He draped his arm over her shoulders and returned the smile she tossed his way. Ashton swallowed the urge to kiss the side of her temple, not wanting to ruin the soft moment they were creating.

This time Michael didn’t come running back. He just kept making his plate, shaking his head the whole while. “Rematch?”

“You’re on,” she grinned, quickly leaning forward to reset the board. Michael kept shaking his head, but this time Ashton didn’t think it had to do with him losing at chess.

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“It’s a great crowd out there,” Avery grinned at Ashton as she came off stage.

“You say that every time,” he told her as they stepped off to the side. Her hand found his heart, and his found hers, feeling it pound wildly with adrenaline.

“That’s cuz it’s true every time. Best fans in the world.”

“Every artist says that, too.”

“Again, that’s because it’s true. It’s fuckin incredible to be able to create something that people can relate to, and that they love it enough to want to relate to it.”

“Well, you’re pretty easy to love.”

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened.

“Your work,” Ashton rushed, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. He couldn’t believe he just blurted it out like that… “Your work is easy to love. The way your mind works is beautiful to witness.”

Her cheeks flushed more, and she ducked her head. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “You’re pretty great yourself.”

They lapsed into silence, her heartbeat slowing to match the pace of his, the thoughts they wanted to voice trapped in their throats, eyes searching for understanding in the other. Out of all the tour rituals Ashton had, his rituals with Avery had become his favorite. There was a palpable ache in him to know that tour would end far too quickly for his liking. That one morning very soon he was going to have his morning coffee and not have her giggling at him from across the table. That these moments of finding stillness in each other’s beating hearts, reminding them that they were very much alive were limited. At first Ashton thought that he didn’t want to give it up because it was a hard transition going from the chaotic sound of touring to the deafening silence of being home. But the more moments he shared with Avery, the more he realized it was her that he didn’t want to give up.

Avery didn’t want to give Ashton up either. Ever since the second show, her attention had continued to drift to be centered on Ashton. She could only hope that her trust wasn’t being misplaced; that she wasn’t someone misreading all the signs. But in the middle of the doubt, there was reassurance. Reassurance, and the much-needed comfort that came from the predictability of her routine with him. And she appreciated his patience as she grappled with her lingering hesitation more than she would ever be able to properly express aloud. But maybe everyone was right. Maybe it was time to make a move. A clear, no-room-for-misinterpretation move.

When the stagehand came up to give Ashton a minute warning, Avery and him reluctantly stepped apart, their hands dropping to their sides. “Don’t forget to put your contacts back in after your shower,” he reminded her.

“Thanks,” she smiled softly. “Hey, Ash?” she asked as he started to turn away, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning back around. The hand on his wrist tugged Ashton downwards, while her other hand snaked around his neck. She stretched up on her toes and Ashton didn’t hesitate to meet her halfway. With one arm wrapping instinctively around her back, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before cupping her face gently as their lips met. Electricity surged through him as the kiss went from tender and timid to hungry and passionate. And damn it all to hell, as quickly as they started, they had to stop.

“Break a leg, rockstar,” she breathed.

Ashton’s cheeks were already sore by the time he got behind his drum kit, every part of his body tingling. Whatever buzz he got from playing was nothing compared to the high of kissing her and the way she managed to be both completely in control while surrendering herself to him in the same breath. It was the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to give in to those wants. And fuck if feeling wanted wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.

I’ve got the best friends in this place,

And I’m holding on!

“Thank you! We’re 5SOS!” Luke shouted into the microphone.

“And we’re Lucky Mess! Good night. Houston!” Ajani finished.

They all took a bow and as they walked off, Ashton wrapped an arm around Avery, pulling her into him and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “You killed it, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, rockstar,” she beamed up at him. And he knew she meant the song, but he also knew she meant more than that. And Ashton couldn’t help himself. He spun her into him, both of his hands cupping either side of her face and kissed her the way they would have kissed each other earlier if they had more time. They giggled against each other’s lips as their friends whistled and whooped their encouragement. One of her hands left Ashton’s hair to bat them out of their way as they made a beeline for the bunks, collapsing onto the covers and into each other. There was no way in hell they were giving each other up now.

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There was no need to voice what Ashton and Avery became to each other after that night. It felt good to just know where the other stood without having to say a single word. To know that they could just be two people finding a stillness in the other in the form of warm coffee mugs, stolen kisses, hearts beating in time, and nights spent tangled up in each other.

“Seems like things are going pretty well with you and Ash,” Calum spoke up as they all hung around the bus on one of their nights off, not looking up from his phone. Ajani was next to him doing Luke’s makeup while Michael and Avery played chess at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Avery answered, not bothering to look over at the man.

“Good, cuz the whole world knows. Someone posted that little smooch he gave you last week at our Houston show,” Calum explained.

“Oh?” Avery asked while Ajani snatched Calum’s phone from him with a “Gimme that!”

“Rank?” Avery asked her.

“Off the charts. It’s really good.”

“And what are people saying?”

“Good things,” Ashton’s voice told her before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, look at you all dressed up,” Avery told him grinning. His hair was damp from a quick shower, a short-sleeved pink button-up unbuttoned to a dangerously low level, and black dress pants. “Got a hot date?”

“Yes?” he asked in a hopeful tone, the green and gold dancing in his eyes.

Avery laughed. “Alright. Let me go grab my things.”

“What about our game?” Michael asked, crossing his arms.

“Hmm…” Avert looked at the chessboard, her tongue clicking in her cheek. “Checkmate,” she shrugged, moving one of her pieces and ending the game.

Michael’s green eyes blinked once before going wide. “How?! How do you always win?! Luke, stop getting pampered and come play with me!”

Avery laughed more as she got up from her seat and grabbed Ashton’s hand in hers.

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“This is actually really nice,” Avery told Ashton as they walked around downtown. “To do something we’d be able to do if we were home.”

“Complete with slack-jawed strangers,” Ashton joked, jerking his chin at the people whispering and pointing as the two of them walked by.

Avery laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Oh, be nice. At least no one’s alerted the press yet. Did you ladies want a picture?” Avery asked, turning around to the group of about five or so young women. They’d been following the pair for about the last block or so, trailing about fifty feet behind, giggling as they tried to gather the courage to speak up.

“Oh, my God, could we?!” one of them asked, while the others dug around for their phones.

“Yeah, of course.” Avery waved them over.

“So, are you guys like dating?” another one of them asked nervously as they started taking pictures.

“Yeah,” both Ashton and Avery answered, smiling at each other.

They continued to make small talk as pictures were taken. Then the group of women thanked the couple for their time and wished them well with the rest of tour.

“So, dating, huh?” Avery teased as they started walking again.

“You said it too,” he reminded with a giggle.

“Well, it’s the truth, right?”

“Course it’s the truth.”

“And it’ll still be the truth when we get back home, and all this goes away?” Avery asked, biting into her lower lip. She was realizing now that she hadn’t wanted to have the conversation of labeling what they were not because she was secure in what they had, but because she wasn’t. She didn’t want to hear the truth if the truth was that this meant more to her than him.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, stopping and spinning their bodies so they faced each other.

Avery held her breath as he leaned down and she stretched up on her toes to help him close the distance. His lips found hers, then her cheek where he licked a long stripe up the side of her face. “Ashton!” Avery squealed. “The fuck did you lick me for, you fuckin weirdo?!”

“There!” he grinned in triumph. “I licked you, so you’re mine now.”

“I am my own person, thank you very much, sir,” she grumbled, wiping at her face.

He giggled, “But?”

Avery grabbed his hand and sloppily licked the top of it. “But, if we’re marking things as ours, you’re mine, too.”

They were still giggling when they started to walk back up to the venue, finding paparazzi milling around. “You good?” he checked, pulling Avery closer to him.

“Are you?” she countered playfully. “Ash, it’s just some people with cameras. I’m used to this, or did you forget that your girlfriend also happens to be a talented musician?”

“I could never forget that.”

“Ashton! Avery!” they called out as the drummers got closer, cameras flashing. “Where’s everybody else?”

“Probably having a quiet night in,” Avery shrugged.

“And where are you guys coming from?”

“Just getting back from our date,” Ashton told them.

“Date?! Are you guys dating now?!”

“Yep,” they both answered. “Enjoy your night, guys.”

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Between the kiss at the Houston show, and the run-in with both fans and the paparazzi a week later, the news of Ashton and Avery dating spread like wildfire. So, when Avery's phone rang a few weeks later with a number she recognized despite deleting, she was slightly taken aback but not completely shocked.

Avery knew she should decline the call, but she hit accept. “Hello?”

“Hey, Av. You got a minute to talk?”

“I answered the phone, didn’t I?”

Drew let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you set aside the anger long enough to listen to what I have to say?”

“What’s left to say?”

“A lot, actually. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since LA. Seeing you again… I just miss you. I miss watching you in your element. I miss… everything. Everything about what we were. What we had. And I know I’m the one who fucked everything up. I made my peace with that a long time ago. But I want to try and stop myself from making another mistake. So, I broke up with Madison. Because I realized I didn’t want to give her the life I wanted to have with you. And… I guess I’m saying that life is still yours if you want it.”

“You are… unbelievable. You had years to realize this. Years to have this conversation with me. So, the fact that you’re having it now that you see me finally moving on—"

“I know,” he cut her off. “If I’m the villain in your story… That’s on me.”

She sighed. “You’re not the villain in my story. We just weren’t meant to be, and I finally learned why.”

“I really am sorry for how our story played out. And I wish you nothing but the best. I hope you can at least believe that much.”

“Thank you. And for what it’s worth, you’re not giving Madison my life by being with her. So go rectify that mistake while there’s still time. Bye Drew.”

“Bye Av.”

The line went dead, and Avery wiped at her face in irritation, letting out a small scream as she did so.

“You good?” Michael asked. With everybody off doing their post sound-check/pre-show routines, Avery had almost forgotten Michael was seated a few feet away from her playing on his Switch.

“Life would be a lot easier if you could just hate some people, you know?”

Michael laughed and set the game aside. “Yeah, but then you wouldn’t be you. So, he saw the pictures of you and Ash and finally realized he lost you for good, huh?”

“I swear do you guys just operate from the same script?” Avery asked as she moved to plop down beside him on the couch. She was grateful it was Michael instead of Ajani who had overheard the phone conversation with Drew. As much as Avery loved her best friend, she didn’t need a reminder that she was stupid for wasting any amount of energy mourning the man who had single-handedly blown up any future they might have shared.

“Yeah, we get this nifty little instruction booklet once we hit puberty. The ‘call her up and beg for a second chance once she’s moved on’ is right between ‘break her heart because you’re intimidated by her success’ and ‘what to do when she gives you a taste of your own medicine.’”

Avery laughed, then sighed. “Is it bad that I don’t hate him? I mean I hate what he did. But I don’t think that makes him a bad person. A bad ending doesn’t mean it was a bad story, you know?”

“Yeah, I get what you mean. I think breakups get a bad rep. That they’re these pressure cookers of angst. That the only way to ever get over it is to learn to hate them. But I think that’s a bunch of crap. Like some relationships don’t work. Doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the good anyway.”

“Sometimes I still think it’d be better if I could hate him, though. So, I don’t feel like this…”

Michael furrowed an eyebrow. “Uh-oh… can I not be your friend anymore because you’re about to break Ash’s heart? Man, I really liked having another only child friend to hang out with, too.”

“What? No!” Avery laughed. “God, no. I love Ash.”

“You do?!”

Avery blushed. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Have you told him?”

“I don’t know how. Plus, I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Michael snorted. “For one thing, I doubt that. Ash is completely head over heels for you, trust me. And for another, aren’t you a musician?”

“Yeah?”

“So, we got a whole stage full of instruments to help you tell him. Or I can distract you by being really bad at chess while you work up the nerve.”

Avery laughed again. “You’re actually a pretty decent chess player. You’ve just been playing against a really bad one for years, but don’t tell Luke I said that.”

Michael laughed with Avery. “Alright. Should I set up the board then?”

“Think I’m gonna give that talking through music thing a try first,” Avery told him, standing up and patting his leg. “But set it up anyway and we’ll try to squeeze in a game before we go on?”

“Deal. And hey, Avery?”

“Yeah?”

“I know putting your faith in someone new is hard. Especially after what you’ve been through. But don’t let that fear make you push Ash away. I don’t want to have to pretend to not like you.”

“You’re a good friend, Mike.”

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Ashton’s heart was racing in his chest as he caught his breath at the top of the stadium stairs. Fuck, this shit was steep. He used his arm to wipe the sweat off his face and when he turned to jog back down, he saw Avery making her way across the top of the stage.

Ashton frowned. Normally at this time she was tucked away on the bus, reading her way through the thick completed collection of Sherlock Holmes.

Ashton could see her pick up a guitar and start playing, but he couldn’t make out what it was as he started to jog back down the stairs.

I think that I’m all-in.

You’re perfect.

God, I need you.

Just say you need me too.

Her voice rang out. Why did she sound like someone just broke her heart? Ashton jogged faster down the stairs, jumping the last three at the bottom, his sneakers slamming into the concrete floor.

And I want you every night, to wrap my arms around you.

Say it a thousand times.

Come closer, oh come closer.

Maybe it’s a little too much. Whoa.

The more she sang, the less he recognized. Curious, and a little worried at the sudden burst of inspiration, he stopped, waiting for her to finish and notice him.

I don’t wanna fuck this up. Whoa.

I don’t wanna say too much. Whoa.

But I think, I think, I think.

I think I’m in love.

“Hey,” he said, smiled up at her. “Is that true?”

“Hey.” She returned the smile soft and a little sad.

“Is that true?” he repeated, nodding at her guitar. “What you were just singing?”

Her lips quivered as she nodded, a tear sliding down her face. She sniffed, quickly wiping the tear away. “Yeah.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Ashton braced his hands against the stage floor, hoisting himself up. “Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?” He kept his voice soft as he moved to stand by her.

“Because… Drew…” Her voice shook, the doubt taking over.

“What about Drew?”

“He cheated. That’s how our relationship ended. And I’ve spent the past two and a half years trying to figure out how to get past that. And then with you… Everything has been effortless. So different from everything I’ve experienced before. In the best of ways. So, when it came to letting myself love you… I’m powerless to stop it. It’s like loving you was something I was always destined to do. And that terrifies me. It terrifies me how easy it is for me to love you. Because if you don’t feel the same… The only thing I ask of you is that when you break my heart, you do it nicely.”

“That’s not fair,” he chuckled softly.

“What’s not fair?”

“You don’t get the first kiss and the first I love you.”

“You love me?” Her voice came out small.

Ashton wrapped his arms around Avery, pulling her into him, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Of course, I love you,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers, seeing the swirling shades of green in her eyes that have transformed his life every day for the last eight months. “And I’m scared, too. I don’t ever want to fuck up what I have with you. Because you… Avery, you are worth everything I’ve been through. All of it, the good and the bad. And I want to keep facing everything with you, even if it’s scary. Because you’re my new beginning.”

Avery giggled, nudging her nose affectionately against Ashton’s. “That might be the cheesiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Ashton kissed her sweetly. “It doesn’t make it any less true. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, rockstar.”

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[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 19

At this point it's pure brain rot. Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/122536663

As I lay on Teddy’s chest, enjoying the moment of his mood being stable, in the afterglow of Teddy showing me exactly how much he loved me, I remembered something I’d heard. I looked up at him, chuckling. At one point, right in the middle, he’d gone to wash the blood off his face while we both took a break. I stroked his cheek.   

“You gotta give me a fucking… minute, baby,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. “Or go get me a Gatorade or something… I think I got one more left in me…”  

“Then save it for the morning,” I murmured, smirking. “Because I don’t think I have anything else in me… but it’s sweet you were willing to please me again.” Teddy chuckled softly, pulling me close for a kiss. “But I do have a question.”  

“Yeah?”  

“Mmm. Before, when Brice came in… and you decked him…” Teddy pressed his lips together. “What did you mean when you said I was practically a Lobo?”   

He blushed. He fucking blushed .   

He looked up at me with puppy eyes. “It’s true, (Y/N). That plan you made… the stuff? The charity work? That’s basically the kind of role my mom had when my dad was alive. But she hated it. And she wanted more control… but you don’t like the fucking gross side of it… but it would make me so fucking happy if you had a place here, beside me, that you could be proud of.” He smiled a little. “If that’s what you wanna fucking do, then it’s yours.”   

“And if I just want to do this?”  

“Yours, baby.”   

“And if I want both?”   

“Woof,” Teddy grinned, as I stroked the soft hair trail on his lower stomach. “Baby, the things you’re doing to me… I thought you said you didn’t have another one in you…”   

“Let me go get you that Gatorade…” I purred, climbing from the bed. I could feel his eyes watching me, and I felt quite a crazy amount of him start to drip down my inner thigh.   

“Fuck,” he breathed, and I looked back and winked at him.   

The clock on the wall in the kitchen read midnight, and after getting drinks and a bowl of strawberries, I took a moment to gaze out of the window at the glittering city below.   

At my empire.   

I’d thought making Teddy Lobo into a good, law-abiding citizen would be a short-term, quick thing… but I realised I’d be playing a long game, years and years… if I could get Teddy investing in the stock market, rather than selling drugs, it would be a step to the other side and keep us rich. If I could get him investing in property, rather than weapons… another side. There were so many ways for him to make the money his family made now, without crime, and do good for the community… Maybe it was a pipe dream. But I realised now that I could do way more good at Teddy’s side, than I could trying to be a police officer. I just hoped Rebecca would understand that I hadn’t done it to spite her when I inevitably stepped out as his partner. Because I understood, as I looked at the eternal party that was New Orleans shimmering and glittering below, that I couldn’t go back to my old life. Not now.   

But I also didn’t need to become a criminal. I could be a good influence on a man slowly losing himself.   

I made my way back to the bedroom and climbed over the sheets. Teddy took the Gatorade from me, draining half the bottle already as I put the bowl on the bedside table.  

“Really, tiger?” I murmured, leaning over him to get a strawberry.   

“Like I said, you’re one fucking orgasm away from draining me dry for the next… twenty-four hours, baby,” he murmured back, eating a couple of strawberries. I loved how he tasted after them. Strawberry Teddy was by far my favourite. “At least.”   

“Mmm… so I have a choice, then,” I said softly. “Either I wait a little bit, and enjoy it in the morning… or I make you knock me clean out now?”  

“Mhm.” Teddy pushed me over and kissed me. “Entirely up to you.”   

“All this power… it’ll go straight to my head, you know…” I ran both my hands through his hair and over his tattoos, feeling the soft muscle roll underneath. “So much power… the offer of an empire, and your last orgasm for the next day…”   

“People would kill to be right where you fucking are right now, (Y/N).” Teddy dipped his head and kissed my collarbone, my throat. We’d long since removed the bandage keeping the butterfly stitches closed; the cut wasn’t deep, and it had already knitted together. “Filled with me, beneath me… mine entirely…”   

“I’ll believe that when I’m waking up aching …” I whispered, eyes gleaming. Teddy dived on me, dived down, and began his final assault of the night.   

Morning broke, a beautiful dazzling and bright blue sky the perfect backdrop for how I felt about Teddy: like he was dazzling me. We were sleeping in much the same position we’d fallen asleep in. I was draped across him, his arm around me pretty tightly. I sighed, wriggling a little so I could stretch.   

“Good morning, beautiful.”   

“Oh – you’re awake,” I smiled. Teddy looked down at me. He was indeed wide awake, scrolling his phone with an airpod in. “Good morning, handsome.” He took the airpod out and put his phone down.   

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”  

“No.”   

“Good.” I yawned deeply, my body aching deliciously . Teddy nuzzled my hair, rolling on top of me. “What do you wanna do today?”   

“Hmm... Do you wanna start with dogs, or kids?” Teddy’s face fell a little, both in confusion and panic.   

“I - fucking – what do you -”  

“Not have them, you fucking idiot,” I grinned. “Charity them.”  

Teddy visibly sagged.   

“Jesus fucking Christ, (Y/N),” he murmured, kissing me. “You could convince me to get a dog, but a fucking kid?” he shook his head. “Not yet, at least...”  

“Glad we’re on the same page with that, tiger,” I grinned. “But at least let’s plan it. I think, while you’re stable for the time being, we should work. You especially...”   

“You’re fucking telling me you don’t wanna lie here the entire day?”   

“Mmm. Are you telling me you lied last night about not having anything left in the tank for me?” I stroked his stomach, and he winced. “That’s what I thought, baby.”   

“Bled... me... fucking... dry ,” Teddy growled, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “And... for future notice, you little fucking vampire, it’s kinda painful when my balls are dry...”   

“Noted,” I smirked. “I hope we never get to that point on a regular Wednesday night.”   

“But any other night of the fucking week’s good, huh?”   

Oh, to have him back. To have that greedy, cheeky little smile back, the sparkle in his eyes, the cocksure way he walked around the place... it was heaven.   

We made breakfast and sat out on the rooftop terrasse, and then both of us got ready for the day. Seeing Teddy back in those fucking clothes, looking his best again... God, I fucking loved him when he was a mess, but I’d almost forgotten how good he looked and smelled when he actually got dressed properly. All the little accents, the little additions... I felt drab in comparison, in my jeans a plain shirt. But it’s all the boys had bought for me.   

Still, it didn’t matter so much. We sat in the office for most of the morning, going over the numbers and figuring out how we could help out the local dog rescue. It felt a little bit juvenile, but with some research and planning, by lunchtime, we had a potential way forward. And Teddy was pretty excited about it too, especially when we checked out the website and saw some of the dogs that were up for adoption.   

We made a list of the things they needed: food, toys, vet care, groomers, cleaning supplies, walkers, donations.   

The easiest stuff to start with would be the vet care and donations. We could easily transfer a load of cash for that kind of thing, right away. But we wanted to set up a link with them. And Teddy didn’t want to make that call.   

“It’s your project,” he smiled at me. “You fucking call’em.”   

“But it’s your name,” I shot back. “I’m just (Y/N). I’m not remotely attached to you.”   

“True,” he smirked. “Guess we’ll have to fucking do something about that.”   

“But today?”  

“If we can cover your throat up, maybe we can head over there.” Teddy placed a hand on my thigh and ran his thumb over the fabric of my jeans. “Quietly.”   

“And come back with a dog?”   

“Absolutely not. Not yet, anyway.”   

“Better idea,” I grinned. “Let’s send them a load of food, toys and pay a vet to cover care  right now... and then ask them if we can work with them.”   

“Whatever you fucking want, baby.”   

With Teddy feeling somewhat stable, a couple of weeks passed by. He was much like his old self, just less twitchy and trigger happy. I even stopped microdosing him, because he just didn’t need it. We went out a couple times here and there, to restaurants and to the movies, just enjoying time together without the constraint of either of us being too banged up.   

Once or twice, Bellafrancesca sent her guys after us, to scare us, but Teddy just didn’t seem scared of her anymore. That paranoia he’d had, the neediness he’d had to please her... it had clearly been made worse by the cocaine. Even when Bellafrancesca, on the way to wherever her elegant ass was needed, had her three black SUVs block our path in the middle of the street in a strange game of chicken, Teddy didn’t fucking hesitate. He revved the engine of his gorgeous Dodge, the sound echoing through the street. And then, he drove at full-speed, pushing the car’s limits, straight at the car holding his mother.   

I screamed, partly with fear, partly with pure joy – Teddy driving at speed was something to fucking behold – and, of course, Bellafrancesca’s driver chickened out. He pulled out of the way just as we roared past. Teddy holding his middle finger up out of the car window as we passed.   

We did random things in the community, too, though. Teddy had instructed his accountant to set up another funding account which held money for the community projects I wanted us to work on. So, while Teddy went back to his old role (albeit more willing to delegate the tedious little jobs to his men), I was able to focus on something a little more helpful. With the money, we bought an old, crumbling hall, and started renovating it with the intention of finally putting Loco Lobos into motion. A youth centre where kids could go to have a decent time. Teddy got real excited when I told him we could put games consoles in there, and have mini gaming tournaments if he wanted. And when I talked about the movie room I wanted to put in there, he made me promise we could christen it before we opened it. I rolled my eyes. His mind…   

He also got fairly excited about the basketball court at the back of the place, on a patch of land that would need to be flattened and redone.   

The thought of Teddy getting excited about those things – especially the idea of him sitting in a room full of kids and holding a fucking gaming tournament with them – made me tingle. Teddy, helping the community… we’d be the stars of the show. The real society couple… and the Lobo Empire would be a good thing, as much as a bad thing. Because life is all about balance, right?   

One night, after a particularly beautiful dinner (and making Teddy let me drive us home after he’d filled up with gas – which, again, was something I found too fucking sexy to be normal), Teddy started getting a little flirty as I pulled into his parking spot in the garage. He pushed his seat right back as I unclipped my seatbelt, and he pulled me onto him. He kissed me deeply, holding my thighs tightly. But he trembled a little, and I wasn’t too sure why... the last time he’d been this trembly, he’d taken a hit, a little microdose to take the edge off... I pulled back.  

“Why are you nervous?” I asked, frowning. “You’re shaking.”  

“I’m not fucking nervous... I just can’t fucking wait to get you up those stairs...”  

“Aha,” I purred. “So, it is excitement...”  

“Sure...”  

There was something hesitant about the way Teddy was with me. Almost like he was fumbling, stumbling over his usually sure moves. He never ever faltered, but this time... It was strange. We made out in the elevator up to the penthouse, but instead of feeling hot, feeling like it was stoking the usual fires... it felt like Teddy was stalling for time. I frowned.  

“What it is, Teddy?” I asked softly. He said nothing, dragging me by the hand along the corridor to the apartment. I pushed him against the door before we went in. “Tell me what’s going on... Or I’ll drag it from you.”  

“Ha,” Teddy laughed. But before he could brush me off again, I slid to my knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his trousers. I had him in my mouth before he could utter another word, and the back of his head hit the door in pure pleasure, whatever lie he was about to spin catching in his throat, coming out instead in a guttural, choked moan. It really didn’t take long before he melted, gripping my hair tightly, trying to keep himself upright.  

I stood, kissing him after swallowing.  

“Fuck,” he breathed, trembling even worse now. I grinned.  

“Tell me.”  

“No.” He kissed me again, pulling me inside.  

My little assault outside did nothing to calm him down. Teddy was all over the place, stumbling with me, gripping me in the wrong places a little too hard, tripping as he pushed me backwards onto the bed, so he had to catch me before I hit the floor. And the sex? Sloppy. Fumbled. I ended up pushing him down and taking the lead halfway through just to stop the indecision he clearly felt between continuing foreplay, and getting it on properly. I still felt loved... but his confidence wasn’t fully there.  

As I lay across him, panting a little, Teddy trailed trembling fingers along my damp spine. I didn’t ask where his head was at again. I just let him enjoy the moment, let him figure it out.  

He’d tell me, when he was ready.  

Teddy shifted, reaching beneath his pillow for something. I lifted my head, smiling at him.  

“I love you, (Y/N). You know that, right?”  

“I think you tell me often enough, sure,” I grinned. “I love you, Teddy fucking Lobo.” He kissed me, and turned my gaze to the glittering city stretching out towards the horizon.  

“This city seems to glitter a little fucking more since I met you...” Those fingers again, trailing down my spine. I looked out of the window, too. Such a gorgeous view, unhindered, the city glittering below. And somewhere down there, adding to those little specks of shimmering light, Lobo Mansion. His mother. And his attention was entirely on me, instead. I looked back him. I didn’t really know what to say. But then, from the nest of sheets around us, he lifted his hand. The world around me seemed to stop.  

Those beautiful fingertips held a ring. Probably the most gorgeous ring I’d ever seen. Understated, not overly obnoxious, like I’d imagined Teddy would present to his probably-Eastern-European oligarch daughter fiancée... but understated. Simple. Delicate.  

“Will you marry me?”  

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say or do anything. I knew in an instant what that ring meant. It didn’t just mean I got his name... it meant I got him . His life. His riches, his power, his empire. It got all the shit that came with it... but I got him . I got Teddy. I got a man who Ritchie Lobo would be fucking proud to call a son. And even though I wanted all of that, there was a moment where I simply wasn’t sure if I actually did or not.  

I hesitated.  

“I... Teddy...”  

“What? What – you – you want me on my knees? You want me on my fucking knees? I’ll get on my fucking knees -” He rolled me off him gently and collapsed to his knees, grabbing my hand. There was the panic. There was the fumbled vulnerability. I felt my heart swell to a crushing size in my chest. “Marry me, (Y/N). Please. Everything I fucking have is yours.”  

“I didn’t want you on your fucking knees, you asshole!” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you! Yes!”  

Teddy dove back onto the bed with me and kissed me fully, the ring slipping from his hand and landing on the sheets beside us. It lay there forgotten for a solid minute, until Teddy’s hand hit it. He slid it onto my finger and kissed it, linking those beautiful fingers with mine.  

“Hey, look,” I murmured, showing him the way his dollar sign tattoo on his middle finger lined up perfectly with my ring. “Maybe I should get a matching one, huh?”  

“That bullshit? If you wanted to, baby...” He inspected my hand, and I his. “That might be hot, actually.” I giggled. Teddy kissed me. “You’re really gonna fucking marry me, huh?”  

“After everything you’ve put me through, and everything you’ve gone through for me? Tedward Eddie fucking Lobo, I think the least you could do is put a ring on me and fucking lavish me...”  

“Lavish you, ravish you... mmm, sounds good, baby.”  

“Oh, I mean it. You give me that power, I’m going to become a little monster...” I stuck my ring finger up at him. “Last chance to take it back...”  

“Last chance for you to run away happened ages ago, baby.” He kissed me softly. “You’ve been mine for months... now I’m just making it Facebook official.”  

“Does this mean I get my life back, then? My socials? I can go see my family?”  

“Sure. I guess it’s going to have to happen.”  

“I’ll need a spraytan, then. I can’t exactly have spent, what... eight to nine months in Florida and not come back with a tan.” Teddy burst out laughing.  

“You’re fucking sticking with that?”  

“Someone never gave me a choice.” I tapped his nose. “But sure. We can say that I was working with you to try to take down one of the five families... and then we fell madly in love over time. Makes sense, right?”  

“Sure. I could even have been there with you, since I wasn’t really doing much while you were in the ICU. And then I came off the coke...” he smiled at me. “We’re really doing this?”  

“I want to, Teddy. Despite everything you’ve done to me... despite all the horrible, awful things you’ve ever done... I understand you better. And I don’t think I can go back to normal life. Not now. As fucked as this is... I think this is the life I want. And I think I can do more good in the world by your side, than if I’m a cop.”  

“I agree,” Teddy smiled. “I think you can...” He kissed me softly, chastely. Tenderly. “You know what the next thing is gonna be, huh?”  

“What?”  

“We gotta tell my fucking mom.”  

[melancholypancakes]

Jake’s angry waitress S/O

The waiting reference with naomi

https://youtu.be/-AycxwF6GzI

If Jake had an angry waitress S/O would be ✨PERFECTION✨

Warning: mentions of curse words/bad words

*Jake showing the new intern around* 

Jake: that’s the machine where you put the food and drinks order in, so basically it-

*Y/n walks in angry* 

Y/n: I hate this fucking place sometimes man, y’know. I mean what the fuck. Do we need four more people at this time and day man?

Y/n: Look at this place, it’s fucking DEAD! I swear Howard needs to clean the SHIT. out of his fucking brain sometimes. Fucking asshole. 

*Y/n looks at the intern* 

Y/n: What are you looking at fuck-wad. 

*Y/n leaves* 

Jake: that was Y/n she’s been working Wayy too long. She nice though

*intern smiles*

Jake: when she’s drunk

*Intern frowns and concern*

(...)

*Y/n impatiently waiting for her tickets while Howard looking for them during rush hour frantically* 

Howard: Hey guys, which one of these is medium-rare? 

*Not less than 5 minutes pass by* 

*Y/n screams* 

Y/n: GODDAMNIT!!!!!

*Y/n forcefully grabs her tickets*

Y/n: Please. Let me. Do. IT. 

(..)

Y/n: Lily. 

Lily: Yeah? 

Y/n: something bad. happens when you become a manager. You put on your fucking tie and you get your fucking little manager card and you think you’re so fucking cool just because you write the schedule and get to tell us what to fucking do when in reality you know you’re not even worth the fucking BULLSHIT- 

Lily: Woah. Y/n calm down! 

Lily: Relax...Woman.

*Y/n smokes* 

(...) 

Tanya: Scott, Ariel, I just sat you. 

Scott: Oh shit. what do we got? 

Tanya: Well, yours look cool they look like businesspeople. 

Ariel: What about mine? 

Tanya: I don’t know they don’t speak English. 

Y/n: Foreigners?! 

Tanya: I’m sorry! 

Ariel: Are you mad at me? 

Tanya: No, I swear I’m going by the rotation.

Y/n: I. FUCKING. HATE. FOREIGNERS. 

*Tanya leaves*

Y/n: It’s such bullshit. Like they don’t know how to tip. Oh, they know. Oh yeah, they fucking know!

(...) 

*Y/n cracks her neck and forces a friendly smile*

Y/n: So, is there anything I get you folks this evening~

*Y/n picks up the plates* 

*Customer 1 tries to say no* 

Customer 2: I think I would like a hot fudge sundae~

Y/n: Oh! mhm! mhm! that does sound good! 

*Y/n giggles* 

Y/n: I’ll be back with that for you!

*Y/n turns around and walks away frowning angrily* 

*Y/n puts dishes away* 

Y/n: Like That bitch needs to be eating desserts anyway.

Sasha: Y/n. You know if you ever want a counselor in anger management or...alcoholism. 

Sasha: I’d be more than glad to do it for you. 

Y/n: you do that for me?... 

*Sasha nods* 

Y/n: Thank you, I really appreciate it but I think I rather you just WASH THE FUCKING DISHES AND SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

*Y/n walks away* 

Y/n: FUCKING PSYCHO BABBLE BULLSHIT ASSHOLE! 

(...) 

*Y/n making hot fudge sundae and mumbling* 

Y/n: you want your fucking sundae bitch come and suck it I hate her. I HATE HER. 

*Y/n grabs Reddi whip cream can and pours but very little comes out* 

Y/N: ?! 

*Y/n throws Reddi whip cream can away*

*Y/n grabs another Reddi whip cream can and pours but very little comes out again*

Y/n: Fucking Simone and Jake! 

(...)

Y/n: Where the hell is it?! 

*Y/n slams her hand on the counter* 

Y/n: It’s been over half a fucking hour! 

Chef: I Told you it’ll be out in a minute! Now get out of my face or I’ll lose your ticket! 

*Intern taps Y/n shoulder* 

*Y/n turns around angry* 

Y/n: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! GET BACK IN THE FUCKING TRAINING ROOM YOU ASS-COCK! 

*Intern backs off and goes to the training room* 

*Y/n walks off*

Y/n: GODDAMNIT! I HATE THESE FUCKING PEOPLE I HATE THEM! TWENTY MINUTES FOR TWO MEDIUM RARE STEAKS THIS IS BULLSHIT! 

*Y/n walks up out of the kitchen to the customers mumbling to herself* 

Y/n: What the hell, they need to get rid of every one of these lousy cock suckers- 

*Y/n puts on a friendly fake smile* 

Y/n: So~ how is everything? 

[sinsandsuccubus]

Ew, Coodies - Meet The Harlow’s

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 600

Warnings: n/a

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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“Her temperature has reached 104 degrees. She’s burning up!” Your husband spoke, placing a damp cloth on your child’s forehead.

Apparently, a wave of sickness had spread across Sage’s classroom, which rendered the school shutting down and your daughter having a sick day.

Which also included you and Jack having a sick day.

Your place of work was okay with the time off, giving you the rest of the week with pay, off.

Jack's team on the other hand, not so much.

“Neelam, are you serious right now? Sage is sick, she has a high fever, and you want me in the studio?”

You could hear some mumbling over the phone, Jack’s face turning beet red.

“Man fuck it. Fuck you. And fuck off. My family comes first, whether you like it or not.” Click.

Well. That was the end of that conversation.

An hour had passed, and her fever had only gotten higher. You had called her doctor’s office to which they sent over some emergency scripts. Apparently, everyone and their momma had whatever this illness was, so he knew what to prescribe.

You had just returned from the store with her medication, rushing over to your sick baby.

“Hi, mommy. Daddy’s been doing his walking thingy.” Your daughter spoke, grabbing at your hand, which ran goosebumps over your skin, as her hands were cold.

“He’s been pacing huh?” You spoke softly, removing some of the curly hairs from her forehead.

“Mhm. I told daddy I was okay, but he was persissy.”

“It’s persistent peanut.” Her father spoke, moving to sit at the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, okay daddy. Mommy, what’s in the bag?”

“Medicine. It’ll make you feel better.” You smiled, dropping to your knees on the side of her bed, and pulling out the pink bottle of medicine.

“Ew! I don’t wanna drink it. I’ll keep my coodies.”

“Coodies?” You and Jack spoke at the same time, tilting your heads in response.

“Yeah! That’s what Jamie said. She said we all have coodies. Daddy let me talk on the phone earlier, her mommy called asking if I was okay!”

“Well isn’t that nice of the Andersons?” You spoke, smiling up at your husband.

The Andersons had been the first people you had met who weren't fascinated with your husband’s occupation. They also lived down the road from your secluded home and came over from time to time for functions. Jamie’s mother, Aimee, was a sweetheart and took after her daughter for looks. Her husband, and Jamie’s father, Andrew, was just as nice, and always talked to Jack about sports rather than his concerts.

Overall they were wonderful people.

“You don’t have the coodies princess, I promise you don’t.” Jack spoke, kissing her on her forehead.

“Are you sure daddy? Jamie sounded pretty convincement.”

“It’s convincing, baby. How do you know all these big words?” You spoke, looking at your mini-me.

“Daddy and I watch television shows when you’re not home! The special ones, where they say the nasty words.” She spoke, grabbing her teddy bear.

“Oh, you do huh?” You spoke, turning your head towards your husband.

“Yeah! But it’s okay mommy! I won’t ever say the bad ones! Daddy told me it was wrong. And I’d be in big trouble!” She spoke with a smile, making all your worries wash away.

You’d get at Jack later.

“Well that’s good to know. Now, let’s take your medication okay?”

“Yay! No more coodies!”

[baezen]

lieutenant smoulder [07/15]

pairing: bucky barnes x reader word count: 2276 warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a party

prompt: “i was made for you” | @wkemeup​​​​​​​ 4k writing challenge

summary: in which they fall back into a routine...

author’s note: *posts this* *hides in my cave*

flare | lieutenant smoulder | hearth

        Y/N wasn’t sure how she ended up backed into a wall of hoses, bare ass resting on the edge of a shelf with Barnes buried deep inside her.  Her body craved his touch as his lips sought her own, stifling the moan that blossomed deep in her chest and threatened to expose everyone to their location.

        He shuddered as he came and she tightened her legs around his waist, emptying himself into the condom inside her.  His hips still rocking against her own, sucking on her bottom lip before thrusting his tongue inside her mouth.

        “Fucking hell,” he cursed lowly, feeling her body shudder and clench around him as her own orgasm washed over her.  “You feel so fucking good.  So fucking good.”

         A 1am screw in the gear shed wasn’t how she saw her night playing out, but she wasn’t about to complain.  She’d needed the reprieve of an orgasm, and who better to provide that?

        She felt good.  Better than good; she felt satiated.  Her body missing his as he set her back down on the ground and they made slow work to make themselves presentable again.

        “How do we always end up here, Barnes?”  She found herself asking, running a hand over her face while he tucked his shirt into his pants.

        “I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

+++

        Luis’ Bar was a frequent place of occurrence for most firefighters.  Co-owned by Scott Lang, Luis’ best friend, he’d managed to befriend a few firefighters in his line of work, who’d come to love the bar over time.  

        Y/N had heard about the place from Hope, who was dating Scott, and had shown up one night and bumped into a few guys she knew.  Quill, who’d been her first friend after leaving the Academy and being placed at his house temporarily, had welcomed her with open arms.  Introducing her to the other couple of guys he was with.  Some friends from work, others from outside professions who they were chummy with.

        She was glad to have made some friends at her new house, but had been moved around a lot in the following year.  That was where she had met Officer Carol Danvers of the NYPD.  Having a few drinks over a game of pool, and chatting shit about the men they worked with who didn’t see them as equals.  They were both badasses, and had to prove themselves every shift.  It sucked, but having a friend who understood the struggles she faced at work meant Y/N found solace in the friendship.

        Darcy and Daisy were waiting for Y/N when she arrived.  Making quick work of ordering a drink and sitting down with the girls in a booth.

        She was aware of how she looked.  She’s made an effort getting ready for a change, rather than sticking to her usual jeans and tee/hoodie, she was actually wearing a dress and makeup.  Ready for a girls night of drinking and dancing to take her mind off the man who’d found his way into her pants once again, and the hell of a shift they’d been through over the last 24 hours. 

        “Mhm girl look at you!”  Daisy gushed.  “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to pull tonight.”

        Darcy stifled a laugh.  “Unless it’s a late night booty call with Bucky, she isn’t getting any.”

        “Great to see you guys, too,” Y/N replied sarcastically, taking a large sip of her drink.  “Can’t a girl get glammed up once in a while?”

        Darcy and Daisy shared a knowing look.  It took them a second before Darcy spoke.  “Scott heard about all the shit you and Barnes have been pulling at 17 when he filled in last shift,” she elaborated.

        “And he told Hope, who told you, I’m guessing?”

        Daisy smiled.  “Please don’t tell me you’re falling back into old habits again.”

        “I’m not,” Y/N lied, though both girls saw right through it.  “I’m a big girl, okay?  I can make my own mistakes if I want.”

        “You remember how it ended last time,” Darcy reminded her.  “You took furlough and went MIA on us, Y/N/N.   You guys have a lot of unresolved history.”

        “And neither of us want to relive the past.  Yes, we argue on shift, but you know how we work together.  We have each others’ backs.”

        Darcy tapped her forehead.  “Is that why he left you in a burning building?”

        “He didn’t le—I’m going to kill Lang,” Y/N muttered.  She took a deep breath before replying.  “It was faulty equipment.  He made several calls for help.  The flames overpowered us and I couldn’t get back to him.  The only way he could keep me safe was to leave and get help, because no one was answering him.  Can we just…not talk about Bucky for one night?  Please?  I want to get drunk with my girls and have a good time.”

        So that’s exactly what they did.

        Until she drunk dialled Bucky and ended the night in his bed. 

+++

        “Do I have to come to your party tonight?”  Bucky asked.  He leant in the doorway of the bathroom while Y/N peed.

        “Do I need to answer this right now?  I’m kind of busy here, Barnes.”

        He crossed his arms over his bare chest.

        Y/N sighed.  “What do you want me to say?”

        He shrugged.  “I’ve got dinner plans.”

        “Then don’t come,” she said.  “It’s not a big deal.”

        “What time is it kicking off?”

        “I’d rather you didn’t bring your date along,” she quipped, but missed the humor in his eyes as she flushed the toilet and wiped her hands.

        “Then I’ll come along after dinner.  Around 9?”

        “What, she has a curfew you have to meet?”  She laughed as she dried her hands, and Bucky made quick work of standing behind her.  Pushing up against her, his hands firmly on her hips.

        “I’m not taking someone else to bed when you keep me busy enough,” he commented lowly, dropping his mouth to her ear and holding her gaze in the mirror.  “If you’re done being snarky about it, I’m going to my moms.”

        Y/N sighed as his lips found her neck, a hand sliding under her top to cup her breast, the other splaying across her abdomen.

        “Nine works,” she breathed, his mouth hot against her skin.  She knew he was working a bruise into the spot, but she didn’t care.  His cock was hard against her ass, and she was ready for him to cure her hangover.

        “Good,” he said, smiling proudly at his work before moving to turn the shower on and stripping down.  “Get in.”

        She sank to her knees on the tiled floor of the shower, taking him in her mouth.  He groaned appreciatively, a hand winding into her hair.  Wide eyes peering up at him from beneath thick lashes, and he almost lost it.  The way her tongue and mouth worked him, hands placed firmly on his thighs as he guided her head.  She got him close more than once, but that wicked look in her eyes told him she wasn’t going to let him cum just yet.

        He kissed her as she rose to her feet, her hands still working his cock.  He moaned as his fingers slid between her legs, delving into her heat with one goal in mind; make her cum.

        His palm hit her clit as he worked her over, building her orgasm and feeling her walls clench around his fingers.  She moaned his name as she came, and he gave her a moment to come back down before he thrust inside her.  Leg hooked around his waist, her back against the wall and lips on her own.  Her hands got stuck in his hair, but neither cared.  Her gasps captured by his mouth, his moans mixed in between.

        “Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned in appreciation.  She’d never grow tired of hearing it, and he’d never tire of telling her.  “I’m close.”

        “Cum inside me,” she panted.  It’d been a hot minute since they’d foregone the condom – 4 years, at least – , but her words of encouragement left little room for argument.  His brain was mush, so even if he wanted to protest, he had no way of doing so.  He was too far gone.

        “Fucking hell,” he cursed, throwing his head back as his hips stilled and his cock pulsed with his orgasm.  “Fuck.”

        She pulled him in for another kiss.  Slower this time, savouring the moment until he pulled out and they went back to the snippy comments.

        She didn’t argue, for a change, as he started to wash them both.  Her feet settled back down on the ground, albeit shaky on her legs, and lathered her body with body wash.  Letting her lean back into his chest as his hands traversed her body.  Lingering on her chest, appreciating the soft moans that filled his ears as her nipples hardened beneath his fingers. 

        She gripped his wrist tightly as his fingers slipped between her legs, his other hand wrapped around her waist.

        “Let me make you cum again,” he prompted softly, kissing her neck.  “You can give me one more.”

        “O-kay,” she stammered, breath catching in her throat as his fingers lightly circled her swollen clit.

        She didn’t let go of his wrist, but instead moaned as her free hand grasped at her chest.  His fingers skilfully brought her towards her second orgasm of the morning, but something told her he wasn’t quite finished.  Either way, he left her satiated and wanting more, but didn’t act on it as he got himself dressed for the day and prompted her to do the same.

        “I’ll see you tonight,” he promised, practically racing her out the door and leaving her wondering what the fuck he was up to.

+++

        Y/N was glad to be drunk.  This was the first time her friends from her old stations were meeting everyone at station 17, so the alcohol blanket was appreciated.  Natasha and Maria were deep in conversation with Hope, who she knew would all get along perfectly.  The same was said for Bruce and Darcy, who were clearly boring Thor and Pietro with doctor talk, yet still seemed captivated by the small brunette.

        Like clockwork, Barnes had shown up just after nine, with a small gift that gave her the feeling it was better to open it when no one else was around.  She still wondered why he’d been in such a rush this morning, but the way the night was going, she was sure to find out later. 

        He was deep in conversation with Sam, so Y/N joined the conversation with Scott and Steve.

        “Any news on our suspected arsonist?”  She asked.

        Steve’s face was grim.  “They’re still investigating, but you know they’re backed up with other cases like ours.  Fury said Stark’s trying to push someone onto calls with us, just to see if it’s happening across several areas or if it’s just ours.”

        “Unless we spot someone in the flesh setting the fires, and manage to hold them until the police and arson investigation show up, there’s fuck all we can do,” Scott summarised.

        “Typical,” Y/N muttered.  Both men scoffed in agreement.  “How’s Sharon doing?”

        “Ready for it to be over,” Steve admitted with a chuckle.  “I’ve only got a few more shifts until my furlough, and to be honest, I can’t wait.”

        “If it’s a girl, how about the name Y/N?”  She joked playfully.  Steve laughed.

        “We’ve already got a name picked out,” he told her earnestly.  “Sarah.  For my mom.”

        “It’s a beautiful name, Steve,” Y/N told him honestly.

        As time grew older, there was cake and then the party started to dissipate.  Steve left first, needing to get back home, then Hope and Scott dipped.  Cassie apparently needed to be picked up from the library. 

        Y/N didn’t know when Bucky left, but as she farewelled Darcy with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, she was grateful to have the house to herself again.  Quickly tidying up the last few things before retiring to bed, only to find Bucky fast asleep beneath the covers and tightly hugging her pillow.

        “So…birthday sex is out of the question?”  She harrumphed as she stripped down and removed her makeup, making no effort to hide her annoyance as she snatched her pillow back and hit him with it.

        “I’m awake, fuck.”  He groaned and reached for her, stopping the pillow from connecting with him again.

        “I thought you left earlier,” she commented, dropping the pillow back onto the bed and lying down facing him.

        “Was just tired,” he replied.  “Someone woke me up for sex last night and hasn’t let me rest since.”

        “Like you can say no to me,” she teased.

        “Are you drunk again?”

        “I was earlier,” she admitted.  “Now I have a good buzz on.  What present did you get me?”

        “It’s on your nightstand,” he replied.

        She flicked the lamp on and found the small gift bag, sitting up in bed to open it.  He watched her humorously as her face fell into a frown.

        “I’m shocked I need to even say this, Barnes, but I don’t have a penis.  Why did you get me condoms?”

        “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

        “Well…yes, obviously.”

        “Then give me a condom.”

        “Can I at least get birthday head?”

        Bucky exhaled slowly. “Are you going to be bossy all night or should I go?”

        “I’ll shut up,” she assured him.  “Just, please, fuck me.”

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makeup sex or angry sex with jaehyun 🤒🤒

[11;00pm]

Genre: smut and a little bit of angst

Tonight was going so perfectly fine until you saw him flirting with another women. Who’s him?

Jeong jaehyun.

Once you and him were home, he immediately sensed your mood. He could feel how pissed you were but being the asshole he is, he wanted to push your buttons a bit more.

“How’d you like the party?” He asks, grabbing your hips and leading you to the kitchen. “It was fine, didn’t really enjoy it at the end.” You shrug as he sits you down. “Oh, really? I had a fantastic time. I accidentally bumped into this kind women and spilt her drink, I offered to buy her a new one and then we just started talking.”

You roll your eyes not wanting to hear the details. “Good for you.” He sets a wine glass in front of you and pours a little bit of some wine from last night. “She’s very young, she’s in her 20s and god lord, she’s amazing.”

‘Did this dumbass forget I’m his wife?’ You thought to yourself with your eyebrows knitted together.

“Do you remember our promise?” You suddenly bring up, swirling the wine in your glass. “We have a bunch of promises, love. Which promise are you talking about?” You lick your dry lips. “We made a promise that I’d be yours and only yours, and you’d be mine and only mine.” He chuckles and nods. “Yes, I do remember.”

“You’re mine, right?” He nods and pauses before taking a sip out of his drink. “Mhm, so how come you were touching another women? Hmm, what was her name again… oh! Haeun!” You snap your fingers after figuring out the women’s name. “I was just helping her clean the spill on her dress so it wouldn’t stain.” You scoff and turn your eyes to him.

“I’m sure her spill wasn’t on her hips, now was it? Yeah, didn’t think so.” He sighs and sets his glass down.

“Babe, she was a little bit tipsy and wobbled, losing her balance so I didn’t want to her to fall—.”

“Yeah and if she was going to tip over, let her. She has legs and arms of her own, she can get up by herself. I don’t want your hands on that bitch, ever— or any bitch at all!” He smirks knowing he’s pissed you off even more. “Aww, is my kitten jealous?” A wave of fluster washes over you by his sudden voice change.

“I—I am not. I just don’t like your hands on her waist, they should’ve been on my waist.” You turn your head with a sassy ‘hmph.’ “Oh, yeah? What if I brought her here tonight and bent her over this counter, this exact counter, the one I’ve fucked you on multiple times, and did the same with her?” Your head snaps back to the daring man.

Is he going to risk going farther?

“I would’ve held her hips just like I did earlier tonight and slammed my hips into hers just like I do with you,” his voice daring you and teasing you. “what should I call her while I fuck her dumb? Princess? Baby? Kitten?” Your blood boiling in anger, how could he say such things to you, his wife!

“Fuck you!” You push the chair back, making a huge screeching noise on the floor. “Fuck you! Fuck her! Fuck everyone!” You grab your keys and head towards the front door. Jaehyun quickly follows behind and jumps in front of you, stopping you from leaving.

“Woah, where you going, kitten?” He tilts your chin upwards to look at him. “Don’t call me that—!” You struggle to push him aside. “Aww, why not? Don’t you like being called my kitten?” His smirk starts to form. “N—no! I never did!” He frowns letting a fake disappointed sound. “Really? Should I remind you how much I love my kitten? My one and only kitten?”

He smirks and flips you over, your back now against the door. You try pushing him away but he takes your hands and pins then above you.

His hand slowly starts to glide down your waist and then up your dress. “Mmm, so warm.” He giggles and bites his lips. “S—shut up!” Your legs were squeezing together. “Hmm, should I touch you?” He fingers lightly grazing over your clothed pussy. “Yes.. o—oh, my god.. yes, please touch me?” He shamelessly laughs at your whines.

“Begging for me to touch you? How pathetic.” A small gasp leaves your mouth and he pushes your panties aside and runs a finger through your slit. “More.. more, please?” He lightly laughs and shoves a finger in you. “More, I need more!” You whine pathetically, bucking your hips forward. “More? So greedy, what a greedy little thing.” He adds another finger, stretching you out.

His fingers sliding in and out of you at a quick pace, your knees buckling as he fingers you. “Fuck—! Cum—? Please let me, let me cum?” Your pants hitching as your tummy twists and turns, jaehyun hums just to tease you but nods. A wave of vibration washes over you, your orgasm felt so good, your legs started to shake.

“Oh, did you think I was finished, I didn’t get my turn yet?” He lifts you up and carries you back to the counter. “Noo, I’m tired! I want to sleep in my bed! My comfy be—! Son of a bitch!” You swear as he randomly slams himself in you without a warning. “Ugh! I fucking hate you! Give me a warning!” He chuckles and shakes his head.

His cock repeatedly kissing your g-spot, his hands squeezing the hell out of your hips, your whines and moans bouncing off the walls as he pounds into you. “Jae—! Oh, my god! Oh, fuck!” He snickers as you moaningly gasp. “What, huh? Gonna cum? Yeah? Then fucking cum.”

So of course, you did.

Jaehyun looks down and watches as his cream coated cock disappears in your vagina over and over. “Where do you— mm, want me to cum?” He asks wanting to know where. “M—my mouth, please?” A few more powerful thrusts and he pulls out, turning you around and shoving you to the ground before letting you take the lead.

You grabbed ahold of his cock and wrap your lips around him. You jerk him off until hot white specimens, spurts out of his slit and down your throat. “Oh, fuck..” he groans oh, so sexily in his deep voice.

“Shower?” He asks, panting, trying to catch his breath from the previous activity. “Yeah, carry me?” He scoffs and lifts you up, tossing you right over his shoulder and then bringing you up to the shower.

“You know shower means round two, right?” You roll your eyes with a slight laugh. “Yeah, I know, idiot.” He smacks your ass leaving a handprint. “Horndog..” you utter under your breath causing him to smack your ass again.

[stargirlfics]

Red Hot Paradise

Florian Munteanu x Black Female Reader

Summary: Summer heat, cool waters and a handsome man all to yourself

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut: oral (female receiving), shower sex, biting kink, dirty talk

wrote this since mr. big nasty won’t quit thirst trapping on the gram lmao! enjoy!

You could get used to this

Laying out in the sun, the soft haze of sea breeze and laughter blanketing you

Florian’s hand on your thigh as you close your eyes and rest your head against his strong arms

The rich hue of your skin only glowing brighter, everything warm, relaxing, peaceful

This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you

This island and this particular man seemed to have that effect on you

“Wanna go for another swim?”

You hummed a yes, smiling at the deep voice next to your hear

He was doing this on purpose but wouldn’t admit to you

Florian had been trying to tease and fluster you since the moment he saw you in the swim suit you’d bought specially for this trip

And his antics were working because you had half a mind to drag him back to the room and unleash your pent up arousal

It started with flirty touches and compliments and steamy eye contact and then he asked you to help him apply sunscreen and then when you asked him to do the same his hands where being far too playful and frisky

And now he was showing off his thighs in the swim trunks he had on and you were trying to focus on relaxation and reading the book you brought along but he was quite literally a huge distraction every step of the way

Nonetheless you took his hand as you dipped back into the ocean, giggling when he drew you into his body and let you cling to him as you floated

The water felt amazing, so cool and blue and the sun added just the right touch of heat to make it perfect

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I love how everyone stares at you when we go places but I’m the only one that gets to have you.”

As if you weren’t already head over heels

“You make me feel so lucky every single day, I swear. You’re the only one I want, and please, you’re such a giant I’m sure people are just staring at you actually.”

He laughed at that, splashing water at you and then planting his lips against yours, your body relaxing into his immediately

Nothing could beat this

🔥🔥🔥

After swimming and laying out on the beach for awhile longer neither of you could stand it anymore

Florian had practically ran with you back to the room, already pulling your swimsuit off only seconds before you closed the door

“So impatient. You’d think with all the teasing you were doing I’d be the one doing that.” you pushed at his chest, trying to challenge him

“Are you saying you don’t want me to fuck you anymore cause I bet if I just put my fingers…ah mhm, just like I thought, don’t play with me, baby.”

You gasped when you felt him pull you against his chest with one hand on your wrist and the other dipping into your swimsuit bottoms to rub your clit

He was so rude, so unbelievably rude in every way and you didn’t care about your pride anymore

And you didn’t need to tell him twice as he pulled you up and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you to the private shower that overlooked a view of the ocean

The warm spray of water washed over you as you faced the indigo tiles, sticking your ass out and muffling your gasps and moans against your arm as Florian was bent down, languidly lapping at your pussy

His beard tickled your soft skin and made you squirm until one of his big hands came down against your ass sharply

“You’re getting in the way of my meal, princess.”

Again, unbelievably rude

But you didn’t have time to whine about his sultry words before his face was buried between your thighs again, his tongue swirling around in a steady rhythm

Eventually he gave you what you really wanted, his hands gripping your hips as he eased you back onto his dick, letting you get used to the thickness

“That’s it, that what you wanted? Just wanted me to fill you up, cause you’re what, baby?”

“Cause I’m yours…oh god, more please.”

“Good girl.”

Florian fucked you good, his strong arms keeping you held up as you started to lose the ability to think straight

“Look so fucking pretty, baby. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

Your back was pressed against his chest now, his eyes dark and focused on you as he pounded into you, right against that sweet spot

Eventually he just couldn’t help himself, pressing your body up against the tiles, laying into you while his teeth grazed against your shoulder, biting you there and smiling when you moaned even louder

He whispered such filthy things in your ear, telling you how much he wanted to ruin you, how good you felt squeezing around him, how he couldn’t wait to cum buried deep inside you

You were losing your mind in the best way, hardly aware of anything else outside what he was giving you and you loved it

“Turn around for me, wanna see you when you cum again.”

On shaky legs you did as he said, amazed at the way he lifted you so easily, your groans mixing with his in a filthy kiss as he slid back into you, only this this letting gravity do some of the work

He was deep inside you and the obscene sounds of your skin slapping against his and the slick heat of your pussy made your cheeks burn

“Please, fuck, fuck don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby. Want you too bad right now.”

His lips dipped down to lick and nibble at your chest, his strength and stamina knocking the air out of your lungs with each pointed thrust

And he kept his word, fucking you until you could barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion, but keeping you cradled in his arms all the while

This was exactly the way you wanted to spend the end of your summer and Florian had delivered tenfold

🔥🔥🔥

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think please!!! Reblogs and comments appreciated!

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part vi the final

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: breeding, oral (f receiving), biting, panties as a gag, pussyjob, teasing, female masturbation, dacryphilia (m+f), daddy kink, femdom, choking, wombfucking, light dumbification, spit, overstimulation, squirting

8.4k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v | part vi || extras || only you, too

“She’s going to be here soon,” you yawned as Osamu reached around you to press his fingers against your clit.

“It’s only six,” Osamu mumbled against the back of your neck. You moaned softly as he slowly slid into you from behind. Osamu grunted as he bottomed out.

“Osamu,” you moaned. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. His thrusts were slow and deep and his fingers never stuttered as they rubbed over your clit.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded and turned your head, puckering your lips for Osamu to kiss you. He eagerly complied, slotting his lips against yours immediately.

He swallowed your moans as your stomach tightened and your thighs shook.

“Fill me up?” You asked softly, lips brushing against his.

“Gonna cum already?” He asked.

“Can’t help it,” you said. “You feel so good inside me.” You moaned loudly as he rolled his hips.

“Gonna make ya gush around my cock,” he said. You nodded as his fingers rubbed your clit faster.

“Samu,” you moaned. He lifted your leg to get a better angle.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” he said. “Make ya a mommy, yeah?”

You nodded again, unable to speak as his cock repeatedly slammed against your cervix. The metal barbell that decorated the head of his cock dragged against your gummy walls deliciously.

“You-you ever thought of more piercings?” You asked as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts.

“Mmm, why?” Osamu asked. His hips slapped against your ass with a particularly strong thrust.

“Jus’ think a jacob’s ladder would be interesting,” you said, thinking of the way the row of piercings would constantly be dragging against that spongy spot inside you.

“Takes too long to heal,” Osamu said. “Can’t be away from this tight cunt that long.”

Osamu grunted as your walls clamped around him. You let out a high pitched moan.

“Samu, Samu! Gonna cum,” you moaned. Your walls fluttered as Osamu thrusted harder.

“Hold on, princess,” he said, gritting his teeth. “Cum with me.”

“Can’t wait,” you whined, pressing your ass against him to feel him deeper.

“Jus’-jus’ a lil more,” he said. Your eyes burned with tears as you struggled not to cum.

“Samu,” you whined, dragging his name out.

“Fuck, now, cum now, princess,” he swore. You cried out as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder. His cock twitched as your walls clenched around him.

Your juices gushed around his cock as your walls fluttered, pulling more and more cum from him.

“Gonna milk me dry,” he moaned. His tongue ran over the tender bite mark he left.

You relaxed into his hold as your orgasms finally ended. You could feel his cock twitching, trying vainly to stay hard in your warm, wet cunt.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Osamu asked.

“What?” You asked, resting your hand on top of his. You slotted your fingers between his.

“Ever thought about getting any piercings?” He asked.

“Why, you have any suggestions?”

“Well, these cute, lil nipples are just begging for attention,” he said, playfully pinching your nipple.

“Maybe,” you said, smiling as his free hand rubbed up and down your stomach.

“Wasn’t kiddin’ when I said I’d make ya a mommy,” he said. “Wanna see you big and round with my babies.”

“One day,” you said, cuddling into him.

“Wanna start trying in the shower?” He asked.

You laughed. “I think we’ve been trying all week.”

“Okay, wanna try, again, in the shower?”

“Samu, she really will be here soon this time,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“I can’t just hug my love?” He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you washed dishes.

“That would be so much sweeter if I couldn’t feel your erection digging into my back,” you said. You flicked water from your fingertips into his face.

“I can’t help it,” he whined. “Ya look hot when yer being all domestic.”

“That’s your misogyny kicking in,” you teased, rinsing the last of the dishes.

“So what if I think ya would make my perfect housewife? Isn’t a man entitled to his thoughts?” Osamu asked.

“Nope,” you popped. You smiled widely and twisted around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d be your little housewife. But only for you. Don’t let my friends know, I’m supposed to be a big, bad feminist.”

“You can be a big, bad feminist and a housewife,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya chose to be one.”

“Oh-ho, when did you get so knowledgeable?” You joked.

“I was in an all-girl feminists club in college,” he said, cockily.

“Mhm, how many of them did you sleep with?” You asked.

“None!” Osamu exclaimed. You just looked at him. “They were all lesbians.”

“Sounds like a club I’m interested in,” you said.

Osamu smiled. “Oh?”

“Wait, baby!” Osamu whined. You laughed as he pouted.

“I’m joking, joking!” You laughed. “Partially.”

“Oh? Really now?” Osamu asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you make even one threesome joke, I will leave you for Atsumu,” you said.

“I would never joke about a threesome,” Osamu said. “I’d be completely serious.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Calling Atsumu as we speak,” you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You held the phone up to your ear. “Hello, the hotter Miya twin?”

“Ouch,” Osamu winced. “Ya really got me where it hurts.”

You pocketed your phone and cupped Osamu’s face with your hands.

“I love you,” you said, smiling.

“I love ya more,” he said. He leaned down, pecking your lips. You giggled as he peppered your face with kisses.

“I love ya, I love ya, I love ya,” he said in between kisses. “I love ya.” He kissed you deeply.

“Cute.”

The two of you jumped apart as your mom’s voice cut through the kitchen.

“You’re home!” You exclaimed.

“We all need to talk,” she said, placing a stack of papers on the table and sitting down.

You and Osamu sat across from her.

“Divorce papers,” she said, sliding them across the table to Osamu.

“That was quick,” Osamu said, reading over the first page. “No fault?”

“I figured that was the quickest and easiest route,” she said.

You nodded as you read the papers over Osamu’s shoulder.

“We each get to keep what we came with,” she said. “I get the house, you get the restaurant. I’m willing to buy out your half of the car.”

“That sounds fair,” Osamu said. He flipped through the pages, reading each one carefully.

“More than,” your mom said.

“What about me?” You asked. The entire time she’d been here, your mom hadn’t once even glanced your way.

“Frankly, I have nothing to say to you,” she said, finally looking at you. “In my eyes, you’re nothing but the other woman.”

A pang of hurt shot through your heart. You’d known you’d hurt her, you just hadn’t expected her to write you off completely.

“He’ll get tired of you, too, sooner or later,” she said, sourly. “You’ll be ready to grovel at my feet for forgiveness once he gets rid of you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You glanced at Osamu, who was gripping a pen tightly.

“You have no right to say that to her,” Osamu said. “I didn’t get tired of you. If anything, you got tired of me. Always flirting with other men, going home with them, pretending like I didn’t know.”

Your mom gaped at him, speechless. “I-I…”

“Yeah, I knew about the other men. I know you tried Atsumu and the rest of his team,” Osamu said. “And I know that this is what you did in your first marriage. So don’t talk about Y/n being the other woman.”

“You cheated on Dad?” You asked, tearfully.

“She did, with me,” Osamu said. You looked at him. “I didn’t know she was married when we met, much less that her husband was dying.”

“Don’t turn this on me,” your mom said. “This is about your infidelity!”

“This is all around fucked up,” you said, wiping a stray tear away. “Just sign the papers and let’s go.”

You stood up abruptly, storming to your room where your bags were already packed, along with a few of Osamu’s bags.

You sat on your bed, head in your hands. You’d known she’d been a bad wife, but you’d never thought she’d cheated, much less while your own father had been on his deathbed.

“Baby?”

You looked up at Osamu in the doorway.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded. You slung your backpack on your back and pulled your suitcase behind you.

“I just want to leave this house,” you mumbled. Osamu kissed your forehead as he grabbed his own bags.

“Let’s go,” he said. You followed him down the hallway.

You didn’t say anything to your mom as you slipped on your shoes at the front door.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my things later this week,” Osamu said.

“My apartment should be ready tomorrow,” Osamu said as you dropped your bags in the hotel room.

“The one in Osaka?” You asked. “Near my school?”

“The very one,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, tell me how ya actually feel, baby.”

You broke down. You buried your face in his chest and sobbed. Osamu rubbed your back as you cried.

“I can’t believe she cheated on my dad,” you cried. “She was- she was the love of his life!”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Let it out.”

“He was on his deathbed, and she was out with some kid,” you sobbed. “He loved her so much and she just doesn’t deserve it! I wish she’d died instead!”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Osamu said. “Never would’ve gotten to meet ya if she had.”

You nodded. “That’s probably the only good thing she’s ever done for me. Bring me to you.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said. “No matter how it happened, I’m here and I love ya so I can’t be too mad.”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said.

“Are ya finished crying?” He asked, wiping away your tears. You nodded as he cupped your face. “Good, yer too pretty to cry. Now, I paid extra for a room with a jacuzzi, just for ya.”

“Just for me?” You asked. He nodded. “So you won’t be joining me?”

“Okay, maybe it’s for both of us,” Osamu said, smiling down at you.

“Good,” you said, resting your head against his chest. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

“Let me start the jacuzzi, yeah?” Osamu said, pulling away from you.

“Hurry up,” you said as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned and smiled at you.

“Almost sounds like yer gonna miss me,” he said.

“I’ll miss you terribly,” you said, dramatically clutching your heart. “Be careful with my heart, you’ve taken it with you.”

“As long as you’re careful with mine,” he said. You smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom and fell back onto the large bed.

Your phone rang from your pocket. You pulled it out and saw that Atsumu was video calling you.

You smiled widely as you answered.

“Uncle Tsumu!” You exclaimed as Atsumu came into focus. “What’s up?”

“The boys and I are on our way to the Olympics!” Atsumu exclaimed. You heard Bokuto and Hinata whoop in the background.

“That’s great!” You said. “Wait, does that mean you’re with the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

“He’s sitting right across from me,” Atsumu said, turning the phone so that Ushijima was on the screen.

“Introduce me!” You screeched, sitting up excitedly. “Please, please, please!”

“What do I get in return?” Atsumu asked.

“I’ll convince Samu to let you join again,” you said quickly. Osamu poked his head out of the bathroom.

“Who’s joining what?” He asked.

“Atsumu if he introduces me to Ushiwaka,” you said.

“Ushijima-san, can you come here?” Atsumu asked, looking offscreen.

“The jacuzzi is ready, by the way,” Osamu said. You glanced at him.

“Just a minute,” you said.

“This is L/n Y/n, the number two setter in the nation right now,” Atsumu said.

You smiled and waved at the camera.

“I’ve heard of you,” Ushijima said. “You play very well. I can see why you are so highly ranked.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said, beaming. “I just wanted you to know I’m a big fan. You’re basically the reason I kept playing volleyball in high school.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Continue to play well.”

Ushijima disappeared offscreen.

“You’re the best uncle ever,” you said as Atsumu appeared back on screen.

“Of course, anything for my favourite niece,” he said.

“Baby, that water’s going to get cold,” Osamu said.

“I have to go, I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Good luck at the Olympics!”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and tossed your phone on the bed.

“I’m coming, baby,” you called, stripping from your clothes as you walked towards the bathroom. Osamu was slowly sinking into the steaming water. You climbed over the side and made yourself comfortable in Osamu’s arms.

“What’s this about Atsumu joining us again?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you.

“He introduced me to the Ushijima Wakatoshi,” you said. “He deserves it.”

“I introduced you to four professional volleyball players,” Osamu complained.

“Have I not more than paid you back for that?” You asked. “I mean, I’ve barely spent more than an hour away from your cock this week.”

“Still not enough,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, holding you as his hips ground up. You moaned as his cock slid through your folds.

“Samu, wanna feel you,” you said, grabbing onto his arms. You bit your lip as he grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You moaned softly as your walls molded around him. He pulled you back against his chest and held you closely.

“Love you,” you said, relaxing into his hold.

“I love ya more,” Osamu said, coiling his arms around your waist.

You leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as Osamu gently bounced you on his cock.

“Doin’ so good,” Osamu said. He moaned lightly in your ear. “Yer lil pussy is clenchin’ me so tight.” You reached down to rub your clit in slow circles. Osamu pulled you flush against his chest, rutting his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.

“Oh, Samu,” you moaned as your thighs trembled. You rubbed your clit faster, matching the pace of Osamu’s thrusts. “‘m gonna-“

“I know, baby, g’head and cum around my cock,” Osamu said. “Feel ya flutterin’ and clenchin’ ‘round me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.”

You threw your head back as you gushed around Osamu’s cock. Your fingers slowly came to a stop, unable to move anymore. He knocked your useless fingers out of the way and placed his own fingers on your clit. You squealed as his fingers moved wildly over your clit.

“Samu!” You yelped, grabbing his forearm. He leaned down and kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ya got more in ya, sweet girl,” he murmured against your skin. “Gonna make ya squirt on my cock.”

You moaned as he lightly pinched your clit. Osamu smiled against your skin as your back arched against him.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, fingernails biting into Osamu’s forearm.

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your neck. You cried out as Osamu’s fingers sped up.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You cried. Your eyes burned with tears as your walls clamped around him and you came for the second time.

“Still didn’t squirt around my cock,” Osamu said, disapprovingly. You frowned as he pulled his hand away from your clit.

“No, no, no-“

“Come on, baby,” Osamu said, lifting you up. You whimpered as his cock slid out of you. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you cum again.”

He carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed. Water droplets dripped onto the blanket below you.

You whined and reached towards Osamu. He looked at you from where he was kneeling on the foot of the bed. He seemed downright predatory as he eyed your wet, naked body. His grey eyes darkened as you spread your legs.

“Samu,” you whimpered, rubbing your swollen, sensitive clit. You whined. Your fingers weren’t enough. Weren’t big and calloused and long like Osamu’s. “Samu, I need you. Please.”

“Can’t make yerself cum, baby?” He asked, crawling towards you. “Need me to do it for ya?”

“Yes!” You cried. Your fingers moved faster as Osamu pressed his lips against the inside of your ankle.

“Maybe try fingering yerself,” Osamu said. He kissed up your leg slowly, lips never leaving your skin.

You desperately shoved three fingers in your wet heat. It still wasn’t enough. You needed Osamu. His fingers, his tongue, his cock.

You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, crying in frustration. You just couldn’t reach that spot in you. Even when your fingertips did brush against it, they just didn’t feel right. You’d become accustomed to rough, calloused fingers and cool, smooth metal.

You whined in frustration as your thighs shook. Osamu’s lips were pressed to the bend of your knee.

“Samu,” you whined.

“What is it, sweet girl? What’s the matter?” He asked, softly.

“‘S’not enough,” you said, frustrated. “Need you, now.”

“Keep tryin’, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh. He was so close to where you needed him, you could feel his body heat on your sensitive skin.

He pressed a kiss to your pubic area, and you nearly sobbed in relief.

“Samu,” you said, reaching down to touch his hair when he moved and pressed his lips to your other ankle. You couldn’t help it. You burst into tears.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Samu said, immediately abandoning your leg to cup your face in his hands.

“I-I-I need you!” You sobbed. “Need you in me, Samu, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, let me make ya feel better, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Now, don’t cry, my sweet girl. Okay? Let daddy take care of ya.”

Osamu lined his cock up with your entrance. He braced his arms on either side of your head and in one, swift motion, his cock hit your cervix.

You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. Your eyes rolled back as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours almost painfully.

“Feel better, my sweet girl?” Osamu grunted. You nodded, unable to find the right words. “Ya were made for my cock, takin’ it so well. When yer my lil housewife, ya’ll be takin’ like this whenever I want, isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, digging your nails into his back. His muscles flexed under your touch. “Gonna take your cock whenever you want. Always want your cock in me.”

“Gonna be my sweet, lil housewife?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Move in with me.”

“Samu,” you gasped. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting into you even deeper.

“Tell me ya will,” he said. He bit his bottom lip as your walls clenched around him. “Can’t- can’t live without ya.”

“Yes, yes!” You exclaimed as he reached between your bodies and rubbed over your clit with two skillful fingers. Your back arched as he pushed your other leg up, knee knocking against your chest.

“Fuck, I love ya,” he moaned, rubbing your clit furiously.

“L-love you,” you stuttered as your stomach tightened. “Gonna, gonna cum!”

Osamu’s hips sped up.

“Come on, squirt all over my cock, sweet girl,” Osamu said. “And I’ll fill ya up, just how ya like.”

You pulled him down, kissing him roughly. Your teeth clicked together painfully, but Osamu’s tongue pressed against yours made it easy to ignore the pain.

Your walls fluttered around him and he groaned into your mouth.

“Fuck,” you hissed as Osamu pulled away.

“Come on,” Osamu said, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs against your chest. He slapped your clit.

“Samu!” You moaned. His eyes lit up as he slapped your clit again.

“Squirt. On. My. Cock.” Each word was accented with a brutal slap against your clit that had you screaming. Your thighs shook as your back arched. Your hands balled into fists in the wet blanket below you as your orgasm exploded out of you.

“Fuck, Samu!” You shouted, throwing your head back. Osamu moaned as your juices covered his stomach, dripping down to his heavy balls. His balls slapped wetly against your skin as he chased his own orgasm.

“Gonna fill ya up,” he groaned. It took all of your energy to stay conscious as he rutted into you.

Osamu moaned loudly and buried his cock deep as it twitched and spurted out his cum.

“Fuck,” he breathed, collapsing next to you. He cuddled into your side, nuzzling your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smiled weakly as cum leaked out of you and down onto the blanket.

“I love ya,” Osamu murmured, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I love you,” you said. You twisted around to face him. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Of course,” Osamu said. “Can’t imagine it any other way.” He pecked your lips and pulled you closer. “I wanna wake up next to ya every mornin’ and fall asleep next to ya every night.”

Tears burned at your eyes. You rubbed them furiously, trying not to cry.

“Aw, baby, why are ya cryin’?” He asked, smiling at you. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“I just- I really, really love you,” you said, sniffling. Osamu smiled and pulled you into his chest, kissing your head.

“I really, really love ya, too, baby.”

“I just think the bed should go a little more to the right,” you said, watching as Osamu and his friend, Suna, moved the heavy frame. “Hmm, does that seem centered to you?”

“It fucking better be,” Suna said, standing next to you. “Actually, a little to the right.”

“Fuck ya,” Osamu said, pushing the frame. You bit your lip as his arms flexed.

“Stop being horny,” Suna said, pushing you gently.

“I’m not!” You denied, smiling. “I’m just appreciating the view.”

“I’m not moving this damn thing another inch, I don’t care if it’s centered or not,” Osamu said, standing up. He pushed his shirt up as he placed his hand on his side.

“It’s good, baby,” you said. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Let’s take a break,” Osamu said. Suna whipped out his phone.

“Let me show you all the embarrassing photos I have of Osamu and Atsumu,” he said with a grin.

“Ooo, yes, please,” you said. You leaned over to look at his phone.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hand and tugging you away. “Don’t look at those. Why do ya even still have those?”

“Because I like to show Atsumu’s fans him getting his ass kicked,” Suna said, following the two of you to the living room.

“He did get his ass kicked a lot, didn’t he?” Osamu said, smiling.

“So you won?” You asked, sitting on the couch.

Osamu scoffed as he sat next to you. “Of course I did.”

“Atsumu is a pussy,” Suna said, handing you his phone. You giggled as you watched high school Osamu and Atsumu roll around on the gym floor.

“Can you send me that?” You asked. “I need it for when Atsumu gets on my nerves.”

“Give me your number,” Suna said. You typed in your number, saving it under your name.

“Come here,” you said, pulling Suna closer to you. “Smile.” You snapped a selfie and saved it as your contact photo.

“Come on, let’s finish the bedroom before ya two bond anymore,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched his arms out, shirt riding up and showing just a sliver of his tanned stomach. You licked your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that your girlfriend and best friend are getting along?” You asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we could hate each other,” Suna said.

“I knew ya two would get along,” Osamu said. “I almost didn’t want to introduce ya because of it.”

“What? Scared we might replace you?” You teased.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just finish the bedroom.”

“All that’s left is the bookshelf and the bedside tables,” Suna said.

“The bookshelf is oak, so it’s pretty heavy,” you said. “I want it facing the bed.”

“Come on,” Osamu said, bracing himself on one side of the large bookshelf. Suna grabbed the other side and grunted as they lifted it.

“Careful,” you said, following them to the bedroom.

They carefully sat it down in front of the bed and pushed it back and forth until it was centered.

“There,” Osamu said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Now you can start unpacking your books while we get the bedside tables in here.”

You nodded as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Ew,” Suna said, wrinkling his nose.

“You wanna kiss, Sunarin?” Osamu asked, puckering his lips. You giggled.

“Shut up and let’s get these bedside tables in here so I can leave you two to your domesticity,” Suna said.

“Can you help me move the books in here first?” You asked. “It’s the three boxes by the front door.

Suna and Osamu nodded.

“Thank you,” you said.

Suna and Osamu lifted the boxes with a huff as you pushed yours across the hardwood floor.

“Work smarter, not harder,” you said, smirking as they struggled to carry the boxes.

“Why do you read so much?” Suna asked, carefully dropping the box in front of the bookshelf.

“Yeah, why can’t ya read on yer phone like everyone else?” Osamu asked, dropping his box next to Suna’s. You pushed yours across the bedroom and shrugged.

“I like real books,” you said, opening the first box. You grabbed an armful of books and carefully arranged them on the bookshelf.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people,” Suna groaned.

Your face burned. “I like to have a system,” you said, defensively.

“I think it’s cute, baby,” Osamu said. “Do ya want me to help?”

“Thanks, but I’ll do it myself, you two finish up the bedroom,” you said. Osamu nodded and gestured for Suna to follow him into the living room.

You quickly organised the bookshelf, adding in Osamu’s few books alongside your own as you went.

“I think we’re done,” Osamu said as you stood up, stretching out. You looked around the finished bedroom. “All that’s left is unpacking our clothes and whatever.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” you said, standing in between Osamu and Suna. Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist.

“We’ll have it really looking like home tomorrow,” Osamu said.

“I’m excited,” you said, smiling widely. “It’s our first night in our apartment.”

“We’ll have to break it in,” Osamu said, winking at you.

Suna gagged. “I’m taking that as my cue to leave. Call me if you need my help tomorrow, I’ll be in town for the next week.”

“Thanks for your help, Suna,” you said as the three of you walked to the front door.

“It’s no problem,” he said.

“I’ll make dinner one night this week, you should come by,” Osamu said. “Just as a thank you.”

“Let me know when and I’ll be here,” Suna said. He slipped his shoes on before saying goodbye.

“Bye!” You called after him. You shut the door behind you and immediately, Osamu was pulling you into him, kissing you and running his hands down your sides and up your shirt.

“Wanted to do this all day,” he mumbled, not pulling away from you for even a second.

“S-Samu, we should shower first,” you said as he kissed down your neck. “We’re all dirty and sweaty from moving.”

“Who cares?” He asked, pushing you against the door. “Jus’ gonna make ya dirtier and sweatier.”

“Sa- ohh.” You moaned as he bit and sucked at a spot on your neck. “Samu.”

“Come on, I wanna break in that new bed we got,” he said. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as he lifted you.

“Careful,” you mumbled, licking and sucking on his neck.

“Need ya,” he groaned, dropping you on the unmade bed. You pulled him down on top of you as you leaned back.

“Samu,” you moaned against his lips.

“Jus’-Jus’ let me take care o’ ya,” he breathed, pulling away and taking your shirt with him. You bit your lip as he took off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned stomach and the faint happy trail that disappeared into his shorts.

“You’re so…” you said, running your hands along his stomach and up to his chest. “Fucking hot.”

“Baby,” he moaned as you pinched his pebbled nipple.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” you said, pushing him onto his back. You straddled him and pulled your bra off. Your hands went back to his chest as you groped and kneaded his pecs. You pinched and teased his nipples before leaning down and kissing his jawline.

“Stop- ah- teasing,” Osamu moaned as you rolled your hips. Even through four layers, you could feel his fat cock throbbing.

“No,” you said, kissing down his neck, leaving red bruises in random spots leading all the way down to his pecs. You rolled your hips again and groaned as his cock twitched under you.

“At least let me feel ya,” he said. His hands fisted the sheets as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of his right pec.

You rolled off of him and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you in just a pair of white, cotton panties. You unbuttoned Osamu’s shorts and pulled them off before straddling him again. You leaned back down and sucked one of his nipples into your mouth while one of your hands groped his chest and the other played with the elastic of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back as you ground yourself against his cock. “More, more, I wan’ more, please, baby.”

You pulled back, admiring the masterpiece that was Osamu’s chest, painted with bite marks and bruises. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

“Open,” you said, grabbing his jaw lightly. His mouth fell open, tongue poking out. You leaned over him and shoved three fingers in his mouth. “Suck.”

He drooled as he sucked on your fingers, gagging as your fingers hit the back of his throat. You moaned as you rolled your hips.

“Good boy,” you said, pulling your fingers away. Osamu leaned up, following them before leaning back. “Now watch me.”

You leaned back on one arm as Osamu propped his head up on a pillow. You shoved your spit covered hand down your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. You moaned softly.

“Samu,” you breathed. You felt his cock jump under you. “Samu, feels so good.”

“Wanna see,” Osamu groaned, grabbing your hips. “Please.”

You shook your head as you moaned again. A wet spot formed in the crotch of your panties, turning the thin fabric translucent. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips, looking for anything that would give him the friction he wanted.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped, rubbing your clit faster.

Osamu whined as the wet spot on your panties grew. “Samu, Samu, Samu!”

You sucked in a sharp breath as your walls clenched around nothing and your juices gushed out, coating your panties and fingers. You rubbed your clit slowly, moaning as you milked your orgasm. Cum dripped down, wetting Osamu’s boxers as you leaned up. You struggled not to just collapse in Osamu’s chest as you braved your hands on his stomach. You could feel his cock throbbing against your wet cunt.

“Wanna taste,” Osamu pleaded. You rolled off of him, breathing heavily as you pulled your ruined panties off.

“You really want a taste?” You asked. He nodded. “Open up.”

Again, his mouth fell open without a second thought. You shoved your panties in his mouth, gagging him. He let out a muffled moan.

You slowly inched his boxers down, releasing his heavy cock. It bobbed before laying against his stomach. You straddled him again, slotting his cock between your wet folds. You dragged your hips against him. The head of his cock teased your abused clit as you whimpered from the sensitivity. You tensed as cool metal shocked your hot skin. You relaxed as Osamu grabbed you hips, guiding you as you ground against him. You reached down and guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. You whined as you teased yourself with just the tip.

“Mm-mff,” Osamu said, his words muffled by cotton. You reached up and pulled your panties out of his mouth. “More, take more. Please, can’t take it anymore.”

You shook your head, rotating your hips. His neglected cock throbbed.

“Please, please,” Osamu begged. His fingernails dug into your hips. “Let me be in ya.”

“You teased me until I cried last week in the hotel,” you said, letting the tip of his cock fall out of you. He whined. “So until you cry, I’m not stopping.”

You rolled your hips. His cock dragged against your clit deliciously as you used his body.

“Con-consider yourself lucky I’m not riding your thighs,” you stuttered, moaning as his piercing teased your clit. “I thought about it.”

“Baby, please,” Osamu begged, eyes wide and lower lip poking out in a pout. “Wanna be in ya, wanna cum.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you said.

“Wanna cum in ya,” he said, frustrated. He’s eyes were glossy and you knew it was only a matter of time before tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“I want you to cum inside me, baby,” you cooed, rubbing your hands over his tense stomach. “But you know what I want.”

“I-I can’t,” he stuttered. You tutted and rolled your hips. The tip of his cock snagged your hole and Osamu let out a whimper.

“Come on, baby, I want you in me so bad,” you said, arching your back. “Want you to breed me, want you to knock me up with your babies, please daddy.”

“Baby,” Osamu whimpered as you took the tip inside your tight walls.

“Gonna cum again,” you moaned, rotating your hips. You moaned loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clamped around the head of Osamu’s cock, milking it as you came.

“Baby, fuck, no, I’m gonna cum,” Osamu cried. His lashes were filled with unshed tears as you pulled away from him. His cock twitched as he came. You ran your fingers through the pool of cum that was on his stomach and licked them clean.

You hummed. “Baby, what‘s the matter? I thought you wanted to cum inside me.” You pouted as his lower lip wobbled. He blinked slowly and a tear ran down his face.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” you cooed, cupping his face. You kissed his tears away. “Gonna make you feel better.”

You pumped his cock a few times, bringing it back to hardness.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered as you thumbed his slit. You glanced up at him. Tears were still falling down his cheeks. “Please, I wanna be in ya.”

You smiled at him and straddled him once again. You both moaned as you sank down his length.

“Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, I love ya so much, wanna fill ya up, fuck, please,” Osamu babbled. You wiped his tears away then grabbed his hands as you bounced on his cock. He intertwined your fingers, bringing both of your hands up to his lips. “I love ya.”

“I love you, Samu,” you said as his cock nudged your cervix. “Fuck, ‘m sorry for making you cry, baby.”

“Liked it,” he mumbled. He threw his head back with a moan as you swivelled your hips. “Liked it so much. Feels so good.”

“Oh?” You said. You moaned as Osamu rolled his hips. “You like when I take control?”

“Yes, yes!” He gasped as you sped up. You let out a choked moan as his hips lifted to meet yours.

“Let me choke you,” you moaned, running one of your hands up to his throat. He nodded as his eyes closed. You squeezed lightly. Osamu groaned loudly, his throat rumbling under your hand.

“More, more,” he said, reaching up to grab your wrist. You squeezed harder and his eyes rolled back with a moan.

“Fuck, so pretty,” you said. You moaned loudly as he bucked his hips up.

“Fuck,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched. You loosened your grip on his throat, letting oxygen flood his lungs. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Fill me up, Osamu, please,” you moaned as his cock nudged your cervix. “Please, wanna be full.”

Osamu moaned loudly, pulling your hips down to bury his cock in your cunt as he painted your walls white. You reached down to rub your clit as he filled you up, clenching around him as you came. You both breathed heavily as you collapsed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you.

“So, I thought Atsumu was the sub,” you breathed.

“I can still flip ya over and bend ya in half,” Osamu said. He chuckled as you snorted.

“I doubt either of us could move that much right now,” you said.

“I think yer wrong,” Osamu said. “I plan on fucking ya in every room of the apartment before the sun comes up.”

“I say we continue this in the kitchen then,” you said as your stomach grumbled. “I’m starving.”

“We only have rice,” Osamu said. You groaned and rolled off of him.

“Pizza or sushi?” You asked, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

“Sushi,” Osamu said. “Ya think we can christen the living room before they get here?”

“Only one way to find out,” you said, dialling the number to the sushi place. You winked at Osamu as the phone rang.

He molded his body against yours, nuzzling your neck as you ordered the food.

“We have twenty-five minutes,” you said, placing your phone back on the bedside table.

“More than enough time,” Osamu said. He scooped you up from the bed and carried you to the living room.

“No, no, absolutely not!” You exclaimed, laughing loudly.

“Come on, let me try it!” Osamu said.

“You are not eating sushi off my body, sorry, but no,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’ll feed ya, too,” he said. You laughed as he pouted.

“Okay, fine,” you said. “But not tonight.”

“I’ll plan it,” Osamu said. “Maybe I’ll even invite our friends.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you said. “Atsumu is not eating sushi off of my naked body.”

“What about Rin?” Osamu asked.

“I thought you didn’t like to share,” you said. “Food or otherwise.”

“Is it a crime to want to show off my beautiful, amazing, sexy girlfriend?” Osamu asked. Your face burned.

“Shut up,” you said, stealing a piece of sushi from his plate. “We can discuss details later.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “Love you, too.”

Osamu smiled again, and held out a piece of sushi for you. You smiled before copying him.

“Suna’s not allowed to take pictures,” you said. “In fact, I don’t want him to have his phone at all.”

“Fair enough,” Osamu said, shrugging and finishing off his roll. “Wanna help me wash dishes?”

“Yes,” you said, chewing the last piece of sushi as Osamu gathered the trash and dishes he’d insisted you’d used.

You followed after him, wearing only his t-shirt. Osamu dropped the dishes in the sink then immediately caged you against the counter.

“Ya look cute in my shirt,” he mumbled, nosing at your neck. He kissed your skin softly before leaning up to kiss your lips.

“Why, thank you,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. He lifted you and sat you down on the edge of the counter, pushing the too long shirt up to reveal your leaking cunt. His loads from earlier were coating your thighs as they slowly leaked out of your used cunt.

“Aw, baby, yer leaking my cum everywhere,” Osamu cooed, gathering his cum on his fingers and pushing it back into your hole. “Ya want more?”

“Please,” you begged as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He held his cum covered fingers up to your lips. You grabbed his wrist as you took them in your mouth, sucking and licking them clean. You looked up at him through your lashes. His eyes were dark and dilated as he watched your tongue move up and down his fingers.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. He pulled his hand away and shoved his shorts down around his ankles. His cock bobbed heavily.

“Gonna breed me again, Samu?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his chest and pulling him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Gonna put your babies in me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, lining his cock up with your entrance. “Gonna make ya a mommy, fuck.” He moaned as his cock slowly filled you up, still stretching you out even after filling you up twice before this.

“Osamu, wanna have your babies,” you moaned as he thrusted into you at a nice, normal pace. You let your head drop onto his shoulder as he thrusted deeper, cock pressing painfully against your cervix.

“You will, baby,” he said, thrusting harder. You whimpered as his cock head broke past your cervix.

“S’too deep,” you moaned. Your fingernails dug into his back as he pushed deeper and deeper.

“Shh, shh, you can take it, baby,” Osamu said as you whined and whimpered. “Takin’ my cock so well, yer so good for me, princess.”

You moaned into his shoulder as he pushed your shirt up, squeezing and groping your breasts. He rocked into you at a steady pace, focusing more on thrusting deeper and deeper than harder.

“So deep in me,” you moaned against his warm skin. “Can feel you in my throat.”

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want me in yer throat?”

“Can feel you in my throat,” you said, louder. “You’re so deep in me.”

Osamu snapped his hips against yours, punching past your cervix again, and stilling. You let out a long, low moan.

“Ya can feel me here, baby?” Osamu asked, pressing his hand against the small bulge at the bottom of your stomach. You whined and nodded. “What about here?” He pushed you back to face him and wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Samu,” you moaned as he gently squeezed the sides of your throat. Your walls clenched around him. He slowly started to thrust into you again.

“If ya wanted me t’ choke ya, ya jus’ had t’ ask,” he said. You breathed shallowly as he squeezed harder.

“More, more,” you breathed, holding on to his wrist as your lungs started to burn. “Fuck me.”

“Ya want more?” Osamu asked. His hips sped up, slapping against your noisily as he pressed down on your throat.

You couldn’t speak as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with every thrust. Your lungs burned and your head spun from lack of oxygen.

“Sa-mu,” you choked, holding onto his forearm loosely. He grunted and thrusted into you harder.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asked, grunting as your walls clenched around him. You couldn’t answer, not even able to nod your head in response.

“Can’t answer? Aw, is my baby fucked dumb?” He cooed. You could barely comprehend his words as your head swam.

“My dumb, lil baby,” Osamu cooed, letting his hand loosen. You gasped as oxygen flooded your lungs. Your head spun and you moaned as your walls fluttered around Osamu’s cock. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming,” you gasped as Osamu’s hand tightened around your throat again. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed around him. Osamu fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust accompanied by the sound of Osamu’s skin against yours and a loud squelch as your juices dripped down your skin.

“Feels so good to be in control,” Osamu said, smiling wickedly as he choked you. “I control everything you do. When you cum, when you breathe. I love that you let me use you like a lil doll.”

You smiled as Osamu kissed you roughly. He released your throat and pulled back.

“Samu,” you whined.

“Open.” He didn’t give you a choice as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You stuck your tongue out as he gathered spit in his mouth.

“My good, sweet girl,” he cooed. He spat in your mouth before kissing you messily. A mix of yours and his spit ran down your chins as he devoured you.

“Gonna cum in you,” he groaned as he pulled back, strands of saliva still connecting you two.

“Please, please,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his chest and digging your nails into the back of his shoulders. You pulled him in deeper with your legs wrapping around him tighter. “Knock me up, Samu, please.”

“Ya gonna cum with me?” He asked, rolling his hips. You nodded as he reached down to rub your clit. You moaned loudly.

“Gonna fill ya up, sweet girl,” Osamu moaned. You nodded and let your head fall against his shoulder. He moaned as you licked and sucked at his neck.

“Fuck,” you hissed as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum in me.”

Osamu grunted as he slapped your clit.

“Wan’ ya to cum ‘round my cock,” he said, slapping your clit again. Your thighs trembled as he rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Samu, Samu,” you cried. “Gonna cum.”

You moaned, long and high pitched as your walls clamped down around him. He groaned as you gushed around him. His cock throbbed and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his cum.

You whimpered as he pulled out, clenching around nothing and pushing his cum out. He tutted and used his fingers to push it back in.

“Be a good girl and keep my cum in you,” he said.

You nodded and leaned back against the cabinets as he pulled his shorts up and started washing the dishes.

“Samu,” you murmured, carefully climbing off the counter. Your legs wobbled and you quickly wrapped your arms around Osamu, trying to keep yourself upright.

“Be careful, baby,” he said, drying the dishes. “You should’ve stayed on the counter until I was done. Come ‘ere.”

He gently twisted around in your arms and scooped you up, holding you closely to his chest.

“I love you,” you mumbled as he carried you through your bedroom and into the connected bathroom.

“I love ya, too, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead as he set you down on the marble countertop.

He started the bath and turned back towards you. “Now, stay there until I get back. Okay?”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror. You could feel Osamu’s cum leaking out of you, so you leaned down and pushed it back in. You moaned softly as you thrusted your finger in and out, coating them in Osamu’s cum. You licked your fingers clean and pushed them back into you.

“What’s this?” Osamu asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“D-Didn’t wanna lose your cum,” you moaned, using your other hand to rub your clit. “Kept leaking out.”

“Want me to get ya a plug, baby?” Osamu asked, watching hungrily as you fingered yourself. You nodded.

“Don’t wanna lose any,” you said. You moaned as your walls fluttered around your fingers. “Wanna cum.”

“G’head, baby,” he said, stepping closer to you. He kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs as your thighs shook. “Come on, cum fer me.”

“Daddy,” you keened, back arching. You moaned loudly as you pulled your fingers out of your heat and focused on your clit. You cried out as Osamu spread your legs further. “Fuck, gonna-gonna—“ You cut off with a loud moan as you squirted into Osamu’s face. Your thighs rested on his shoulders as your juices dripped down his face.

He closed his eyes slowly. “Fuck me,” he groaned, palming himself through his shorts. “Yer so hot, baby.”

You slouched down as he turned the bathtub water off and then returned to his spot between your thighs.

“Samu, no, no more,” you moaned as he buried his face in your cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away as he licked up your slit.

“Ya got more in ya,” he said, pulling back. He kissed the inside of your thigh gently before licking into your wet, hot heat. You squirmed as his tongue pushed into your hole, his nose bumping your clit as he slurped up a mixture of both of your cum.

“Samu,” you whined, tugging his hair. He groaned, sending vibrations straight to your cunt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked roughly, desperately wanting you to cum in his face again.

“Come on, want ya t’ cum in my face,” he said, pulling back to breathe.

“Samu, it hurts,” you cried as he shoved three fingers in your abused hole. He ignored you as he flicked his tongue against your clit. Your eyes burned as your legs shook from overstimulation.

Osamu added a fourth finger as he thrusted in and out of you. His other hand palmed at his half hard cock through his shorts.

“Samu!” You squealed, thighs clamping around his head as he curled his fingers in you, dragging against that spongy spot. He curled his fingers again and again, sucking at your clit harshly.

“Fuck, fuck! Gonna cum! Samu!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as he pulled his fingers out of you and shoved his tongue in your stretched out hole as you came. Your juices gushed around his tongue as he moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling as he leaned back on his feet. You breathed heavily as you leaned against the mirror, chest heaving. “Ya wanna get in the bath, now?”

You nodded. He carefully pulled his shirt off of you and pushed his shorts down before gently picking you up. He eased into the bathtub, rearranging you once he was comfortably leaning back in the hot water. You leaned against his chest. You crossed your arms and intertwined your fingers with his as you closed your eyes.

“Hey, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed. He nosed your neck, pressing a few kisses against your skin before speaking again.

“Ya know I love ya,” he said, lips brushing against your ear. “Right?”

“I love you, too, Samu,” you said, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Only me?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“Only you.”