#ari lennox x reader

[montysstuffs]

Shea Butter Baby

I wrote this in a fit of horniness. it's not great. It's absolute garbage and I'm just rambling but Fontaine got me out of my writing rut. This is literally so quick. like written in less than 30mins.

Summary: Fontaine is obsessed with you but he always talking that shit.

Warning: Fontaine's filthy ass mouth, your equally smart ass mouth, a little bit of a breeding kink if you squint, Cowgirl position.

He's getting dizzy, drunk on your whimpers and curses. Your thick and warm thighs stick to him. your slick folds coating your inner thighs. The beaming sun aids to the sweat that beads and slides between the middle of your breasts. Fontaine wanted nothing more than to lick it up. Taste everything that you are willing to give him. He wants to consume you whole. But as you bounce on his thick cock, he knows that he's the one getting consumed. Your brown eyes bore into the very soul that he knows he doesn't have. And yet, just your eyes lit it ablaze.

Your sultry moans echoed through the walls like a velvet vice around his neck along with the slapping of skin. The moment you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, you throw your arms around his neck and screw your eyes shut. "Don' close them pretty eyes, look at me. Lemme see them eyes," he's desperate to chase both of your orgasms.

Hes rutting up into you at this point. He's clenching his gold teeth, grunting and hissing absolute filth as he bucks his hips to match your bouncing, "finna...fill yo guts...slut you out...fuck my kids into you...fucking slut."

"Big talk coming from somebody that's bout cum just from this," you smirk down at the man.

"Girl...fuck...you," he looks pathetic biting his bottom lip as his grip on your hips tighten.

"Fuck, you already are," your attitude never falters, even as your climax approaches.

"C'mon baby, give it to me," he wants to know if you're just as smitten with him as he is with you.

AAAAHHHHHHHH GOODBYE

[marleyybluu]

Three and Counting

husband/dad!Oscar x mom/wife!black!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Content warning: 18+, smut on your rooftop and down the chimney, domestic bliss, love and lust is everywhere, reader is pregnant again, pregnancy sex, no one is pulling out, creampies, backshots while pregnant, oral (f receiving), big dick Oscar, reader speaks/understands Spanish, Oscar talks you through it again, switching between names (Oscar/Spooky)

A/N: Though this was not the original, I'm still glad with how this turned out. not proof-read, sorry I'm too fried to do it lmao and again I've never been pregnant, don't know how well pregnancy sex works but I tried lol

not my gif. but spread my legs pls omg

"Mommy." A small whimper sounds below you in the middle of your pancake flipping process. It was 6:30 am and though you hated being up this early, you had to be. It was the first day back to school for your eldest son, Raphael, but it was your youngest daughter, Elliana's first day of kindergarten. Even though this was your second child you couldn't help but feel the sadness over your little girl growing up. It was bittersweet. You'd been home with Elliana for the majority of the first three years of her life, you bonded and were stuck to each other like glue. She's still sleeping in your bed most of the time no matter how much Spooky says you need to ween her off. But you just couldn't, that was your little girl. Your mini-me.

"Mi Amor? It's too early for you to be up." You yawn and rest your free hand on your rotund belly. Carrying baby number three was surprisingly draining. Your first two pregnancies were tiring, sure, but this one seemed to have you riddled with low energy.

"I know." She mutters fiddling with her fingers. "Is there something you'd like?"

Her little brown eyes, big and round just like your own, shift from side to side deciding in that little head of hers if she can admit her truth. You flip over another pancake before placing the spatula on the counter and you look down at your Elliana. You open your arms inviting her in, you hook your hand under her arms and say: "One... twooooo..."

"Threeee." She giggles as she jumps to assist you in picking her up. She sits on your hip and rests her head on your shoulder. "What would you like to talk about my sweet?"

She sighed. "I don't want to go to school. Can't I just stay with you and the baby?"

You smile softly. "I wish bebita, but you need school. School is good. Papi went to school and look, he owns a restaurant. Mama went to school and what does she do now?"

"Nurse."

"Exactamente." You say using the spatula to slide the cooked pancakes off to make room for new ones. "Plus you get to make awesome friends. I met your Tia Jasmine at school."

Elliana laughed. "Tia Jasmine está loca." You laughed along with her. "She is, she's always been like that. But that's why mommy loves her and chose her to be your tia. Entiendes?"

"Si... pero..." Her tiny shoulders sink with the weight of all these feelings. "Pero..." You encourage her to continue. "I had a dream one night, and... and I dreamt you and Papi left me at school. Everyone left, I was alone."

You gasp dramatically. "Ay, mi hija. We would never leave you there." You press a reassuring kiss to her temple. "We will always come back to get you, every single day. And I have good news, today... I won't make you stay the whole day. We will come to get you and Rafa early."

Her eyes light up. "Really?"

"Claro que si! Maybe we'll go to the toy store, who knows. But you must go to school first. Deal?"

She squeals with excitement and kisses your cheek. "Alright, sneak back upstairs before papito wakes up." You whisper carrying her toward the staircase and putting her down on the steps, she walks back upstairs and you stay at the bottom of the steps until you hear the door open and shut quietly.

— — Elliana's small fist holds your two fingers as you walk her up to the school entrance doors where her new teachers are waiting. "Good morning Mr. And Mrs. Diaz, how are you?"

"Good. How are you guys?"

"Summer could've been longer." One of them sigh and pout. "I bet."

Raphael says goodbye to you and his father before turning to his sister, he decides to wait for her so they can walk in together. Oscar gives her a little pep talk and a small kiss before she looks up at you. You squat down as best you can to be at eye level with her. "Okay Ellie Bellie, I want you to do your best today okay? It's fine if you feel a little sad today it's normal."

She nods and her little lip trembles. "I love you so much." Your voice cracks and you know you have to say bye now or you won't leave her. You kiss her head and stick out your pinky and she hooks it with hers. "Go be amazing, mamita."

"Te amo."

You smile softly. "Te amo."

Elliana holds onto her brother's hand and they both make their way inside the building, it takes everything in you to not rush in and save her but you have to let her go. Oscar helps you up and holds onto you until you reach the car, he aids you inside the passenger's seat before heading over to the driver's side. "You okay?"

You nod turning your head to the window, a small tear slips but you quickly wipe it away. "Cariño. She'll be fine."

"I know." You sob. "It's just my stupid hormones." You lie. "Let's just go, if we stay any longer I'll end up going in there."

Oscar slips his hand under yours scooping you up and kissing the back of your hand... your fingers... your wrist. You smile as he wipes your tears away, so glad to have a man who just took care of you in all ways possible. "You want something to eat?"

Your mouth twists with consideration, you did technically eat an hour ago... and you are growing another child so you need all the nutrients that you-

"I'll take that silence as a yes." He says starting the car, you rest your head on his shoulder. He knew you all too well.

— — You did everything you could. Laundry, cooking, sleeping. But somehow the time wouldn't speed up. You and Oscar agreed you'd get the kids around 2:15, but it was only 12:30. You groaned getting up from your lounging position on the couch, and you waddle over to the kitchen meeting a few dishes in the sink. Another distraction for you.

You turn on the water, grab a sponge spill some Dawn dish soap onto it and get to washing. You hum a song that's been stuck in your head for days, unable to get it out.

Oscar comes up from the basement with a basket of laundry that he insisted on folding so you wouldn't have to struggle up and down the stairs. He huffs and drops the basket onto the floor and closes the door behind him. He hears your lovely tunes and follows the sound of your voice.

Oscar pokes his head in the kitchen, your back turned and unaware of his presence behind you. You reach over for your phone in the mood for some music, you play Get Close by Ari Lennox (the same song you were humming) and place your phone back down. His eyes burn through your skimpy clothes. Nothing too serious in your opinion, just a pair of old shorts and a navy blue tank top that was folded under your heavy breasts to help with the sweat. You were hot, you were always hot and it didn't help that it was the end of summer. Your belly was out, in your terms often saying that the baby just needs some air. He smiles sincerely.

He locked special moments like this away and for himself, he was just in awe of you no matter if you were carrying his child or not. If you were fully clothed or ass naked, you had him craving you. He felt himself begin to twitch in his shorts the longer he stared, his eyes zooming in on the tattoo of his name right under your cheek and another one on the back of your right thigh. His hands began to tingle with the urge to touch you, it'd only been an hour but it felt like an eternity.

Oscar makes his way over to you, A small touch on your lower back sends shivers up your spine and it places a smile on your face as well. "You should be resting you know?"

"I know, I just... I'm ready to go get them."

He kisses your ear. "Couple more hours." He mumbled softly snaking his arms around you, his hands cupping the underside of your stomach. "This kid is extra heavy today. It's killing me." You complain leaning back on his for some support, to use someone else's weight than your own to hold you up. "You need a lift?"

Oscar would often come up behind you and gently raise your belly, holding all the weight for you so you could feel just a sweet minute of relief and what relief it was, you couldn't believe you were carrying around all of it.

"Please." You sigh drying your hands in a towel. He squeezes himself closer to you and locks his fingers on your lower stomach. "Ready?"

"Mhm."

He lifts and you instantly sulk and huff with ease. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you smile softly. "This feels so good." You practically moan out. You two stay like that for a moment and find yourselves swaying side to side to the slow sultry music, your eyes feel heavy and they close just for a second. Everything about this was sweet and romantic until you felt... something. Your eyes pop open and you cover your mouth to muffle the giggle bubbling in your throat.

"Um... Oscar..."

No response. "Oscar..."

Still nothing. You tap his arm. "Spooky!"

"Que?" He answers annoyed. You bit your lip. "Are you good?"

He nods. "Why?"

"You're hard, you are poking me on of my cheeks right now." You laugh. "Sorry... I can't... I can't help it."

You shake your head and tell him to put your belly back down, you groan when all that load is back to being your responsibility. He hides his erection with his hands suddenly feeling embarrassed the longer you look at him. "Upstairs." You order him and he looks at you perplexed at the fact that you were the one giving him directions. Your hips reel him in as you make your way to the staircase.

"Let's go, Diaz."

But you didn't have to tell him a third time, he followed right behind you as you two headed to the room. He doesn't even bother shutting the door, just grabs you and tugs you into his embrace, attaching his lip to yours. Your hands cascade over his oversized arms giving them a loving squeeze. His hand glides across the small of your back and over the ample flesh of your backside. He aggressively grabs a handful of your ass and you gasp against his lips. You giggle, blissed out and wrecked before anything has happened. 

He backs you up into the bed before he carefully pushes you down onto the mattress, you do your best to scoot further so he has room to join you. He hops on and finds his solace between your legs, caressing your smooth skin as he follows a pathway to your shorts, he drags them down and tosses them wherever too preoccupied with the treasure that is in front of him. His brown eyes practically glow when his eyes land on your heat, you clench around nothing but anticipation and want, the need for his mouth on you is obvious and you have no intention of hiding it when you stretch your legs out further for him. 

Oscar gets the message and runs one of his thick fingers down your slit and slowly plunging into your hole but you need more, and he knows, so he vanishes between your legs working his tongue through your lips and navigating its way to your clit which he finds in no time-- you weren't pregnant with your third for no reason, that man knew your body like he was studying for a quiz. He knew what you hated, knew what made you tick and explode like a bomb. 

Your eyes close, and your body surrenders to him instantly when he massages your clit the right way. He licks and sucks on your bud like he was trying to drain you, rid you of your energy. You hold your legs up and your nails dig into your skin making crescent shapes on the back of your meaty thighs. He continues to lap up your pussy juices, you clench around his finger that had yet to make its way deeper inside her. As if he read her mind he slips his middle finger back inside, when he pulls back once more he adds his ring finger and your eye twitches. 

"Mierda... fuck!" You whine at the extra sensation. You decide to let your legs rest on his shoulders, your hands now free to touch yourself. You rid yourself of your tank top and cup your breasts in each hand, you light massage them-- they weren't too sensitive today. Your mouth slacks open as he pumps you at a quicker pace. "Oooh!" You cry out. 

You sit up on your elbows and get a glimpse of his back muscles flexing along with the movements of his arm. You giggle hazily when he hits a certain area, your toes curl when he continuously presses against your spot, your head falls back and his name flows from your lips. You inch back but he has a good grip on you. You cry out and plead for him to let up but it's no use, his tongue dives inside your aching hole and you clench around the muscle. He moans at your taste and smacks your thigh with appreciation. You fall back onto the bed, eyes falling to the back of your head. 

He gives you one more lick before sitting up on his knees. He looks down at the panting state that you're currently in and takes the opportunity to dispose of his shorts and boxers, he's rock hard and can't wait any longer, his usual blush pink tip has become a cherry red shade. Oscar strokes himself while gliding his tip between your folds. "You think you'll be okay on all fours?" He asks and you nod. He helps you sit up and turn around, he grabs your pregnancy pillow and forms it in a way that you can rest your stomach inside and be a bit more comfortable. Once you are set you tell him you're ready. 

 Oscar grasps a handful of your cheeks with one hand while his cock lays in the other, he nudges your entrance once again and finally sinks himself inside--carefully. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, the feeling of him sliding against your sticky walls never gets old. He groans pulling back and pushing in once again. He bottoms out and fills you to capacity. You mutter something about him being so deep and feeling so full. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, he likes to make you feel everything. 

Every stroke. Every hit. Every rotation of his hips is torturous. Your cheek is pressed against the sheets and your body rocks with every thrust he gives you. You whimper and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle any more noises but it's a failed attempt when he spanks you, your body reacts by tightening its grip on his girth. He ditches the slow strokes and picks up his pace. The sound of your wet pussy squelching with every hit was like music to his ears along with the constant mumbles of his name that left your lips. "Papito, no puedo soportalo...fuck." (I can't take it anymore.)

He leans over and kisses the back of your shoulder, his chiselled chest is pressed against your back. His teeth nibbled at your ear, and his grunting mixed with a bit of whining was the only thing you could hear. Sounds of skin-to-skin erupted through the room and snuck its way through the halls.

"You can take me querida, you always take me so fucking well." He whispers hotly in your ear, you cry out over his words of encouragement. He sneaks his hands under you and toys with your clit. "You're squeezing this fucking dick, mierda, and you're so wet oh it's soaking me." 

You can only croak out, "Oh, I'm cum-m-" before your body falls weak, goes limp, you convulse around his length and coat him nicely with your orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...ooooh Spookyyyy!" You drag out as you cream all over him, and he drags out your high continuing to pound into you like nobody's business-- as well as seeming to forget your current state. "I'm gonna cum in that fucking pussy, mama." 

He rocks into you once more and stays like that, you feel him throb inside you and the warm spill of his seed spreads inside you. You hum in satisfaction and a smile is plastered on your face. "Shit..." He chuckles. "You good?" 

You just nod completely lost in happiness. He gives you a little smack on your ass, a little sign of appreciation, he softens and pulls out leaving you empty and exposed with his nut and yours slowly leaking out of your pleased hole. You ease down to a more comfortable position and sigh, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy and your body sore and sleepy. Oscar rushes off to the bathroom for a clean rag, he runs it under warm water and returns to the room, he helps clean you up and once he is fine with the results he rinses it off again and tosses it on the dirty clothes hamper to dry a bit. 

He comes back and closes the door behind him this time. "We got about an hour, rest, take a nap." But you're a step ahead of him, comfortable under the covers your body betrays you in the best way as it drifts off into slumber. Oscar smiles and joins you, he eases himself under the covers and pulls you closer to him, his fingers spread over your belly and he massages small circles on your skin. It was something that soothed him as well. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "We love you too." You mumble nuzzling into him. 

-- --

"Today was awesome!" Elliana cheered as she skipped inside the house. "Mrs. Havenwood let us watch a movie, we watched Elemental. And then she helped me with spelling some words, and I painted a flower." 

You beamed at your energetic daughter who seemed to have a jitter-free day, she hadn't stopped talking about her day since you and Oscar picked her and Rafa up from school. "Well, I'm happy to hear you had such an eventful day. So no tears?" 

Elliana proudly says, "No tears." You reach out for her and she runs to hug you, you kiss her temple. "That's my big girl." 

"I can't wait to go back tomorrow. And maybe... maybe you and Papa don't have to come get me." 

Your eyes widened. "En serio? The whole day?"  

She nods eagerly. "Si! I'll be fine." 

"I mean... if that's what you want-" 

"Yay! Thank you! Is it okay if I go play video games with Rafa?" 

You nod. "That's fine, but not gun games, por favor." You glare at the both of them. They say okay and head upstairs together leaving you dumbfounded, you were ecstatic that your daughter had such a great first day but you were expecting tears... a little bit of sadness considering your conversation with her at six this morning. Oscar looks at you and offers his hand, you take it and he kisses your knuckles. "Sounds like she had a great day." 

"It does." 

He tilts his head. "Expected her to be sad?" 

"A bit." 

He nods understanding. "I get it, but I think it just shows you did a great job preparing her. Especially this morning." 

You suck your teeth. "You heard us?" 

"I did. I know when my little princesa isn't around me. But I'm glad she's comfortable enough at this age to tell you how she truly feels, you encourage her to be herself all the time and I think that helped a lot with today." He sweet talks, your eyes turn into hearts and your bottom lip pokes out. "Thank you." You whisper leaning forward and smooching your lips on his. 

He kissed your forehead after. "You're a great mom. That's why I'm already thinking about the baby after this one." 

You holler. "Boy, no, this is the third and last."

"You said that about Elliana." 

"Well, I mean it this time." You say firmly. He nods. "Whatever you say, ma. Whatever you say." 

I had fun writing this so I hope yall have fun reading this. If you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. see you in the next one. peace and love 🤙🏾

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[hornydonutpost]

Title: just one more time..

{Eric x Female Reader}

Warning: no plot , pure smut, 18+ , breeding, nsfw.

Eric is kissing you all over, from your neck to your titties, leaving hickies and biting marks on your chest and neck, he kisses stomach, you're moaning his name softly, he slides your blue lace panties off, he kisses you on your thighs, he finally licks your clit slowly with his tongue, he slowly stroking his tongue slowly around your clit while looking up at you, your hands gripping the sheets, he begins to tongue fuck you, stroking his tongue faster and faster, he sucks on your clit, your eyes rolling back, you finally came down from your high and release your cum on his tongue, he gets between your legs , he slides his big long cock in your pussy slowly, he begins his slow and steady pace while having you in missionary position, he's kissing your titties, he begins to pick up his pace fast, the skin slapping sound gets louder and louder fills up the room, you're holding on to him while he fucking you faster, he moans in your ear and speaks "I need you one more time, don't leave me... fuck I'm going to breed you , I'm going to cum" he fucks you faster and faster, you both cum at the same time, Eric whispers and speaks in your ear while grinding against you from behind "stay the night with me baby... don't leave just yet...stay.. , you stay the whole night with Eric at his apartment.

Sidenote🗒: Eric had me going to feral.... Jesus... he's so sexy... I had to🥴 ,he not even my bias wrecker, he's on my main bias list😩

[gardens-light]

Stowaway

Under the guidance of a former Decepticon, Sam Witwicky and his friends traveled across the plains of Egypt with Bumblebee and the Autobot twins. In search for a mysterious Cybertronian artifact- The Matrix of Leadership. Their plan? To reach the artifact before the Decepticons do, and bring back Optimus. Yet back at N.E.S.T, your heartbeat pulsed within your eardrums and thoughts swirled around in your mind. Struggling to make sense of everything, as your world begun to cave in from all corners. All the while, Director Galloway's grip tightened as the events slowly begun to unfold. Could your stubbornness and determine attitude, work alongside with N.E.S.T and their allies in achieving the impossible odds? Or... have the Decepticons cunning finally outsmarted the Autobots?

Context: Events takes place in 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen'. Major film spoilers. Reader Insert. Mild Coarse Language. Autobot Ratchet x F/Human Reader.

Inspired Song: Stay- Ari Abdul

Series- The Intern: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 (End)

Word Count: 4,900

Diego Garcia. 5:30pm.

With your military duffle bag slung over your shoulder, your heart sunk deeper as your saddened gaze watched Director Galloway's men escort the Autobot's to the nearby C-17 plane. A frown forming upon your lips, as the Autobot's were confined to their altmodes.

"You... can't let Galloway do this." Concern filled your tone, as you approached Lennox and Lieutenant Smith. "This is a mistake and you know it."

"You think I don't know that?" Lennox sighed, lowly shaking his head. "Believe me, I've tried talking him out of this. But the Director is stuck so far up his own ass, that he just won't listen. And I... don't know what else to do-"

"Something! We have to do something! Surely, you have a plan? An idea? You always do in times like this!-"

"I-I've got nothing, Valkyrie..." a nervous knot twisted the major's stomach, running a hand through his short brunette locks. "I've talked to every contact, every politician, and every military official that I know... and every one of them don't have enough clearance to override Galloway's orders." Lennox's hand ran down his tired features. "Honestly, I don't know what to do... and that's never happened before..."

"I'm not leaving till you tell me you have something!-"

Lieutenant Smith's brows knitted together, a frown forming upon his lips. His gaze stern but filled with concern and understanding. "Listen, we know you want to help the Autobots, hell, I do too... but don't go thinking you can just defy a Director's orders and stay. We can't lose you on top of everything else-"

"Major Lennox!" a nearby soldier interrupted. Standing outside of the main hangar. "Phone call, sir."

The major raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder. Now what?

A heavy sigh escaped him. "I... should probably take this..." taking a step away from you, his unamused expression briefly fell upon you. "And please... don't go and do anything stupid."

I know you wouldn't just step aside and allow this to happen, Lennox.

Your gaze softened slightly, while you discreetly eyed the nearby C-17 plane in your peripheral vision. And you should know that I won't either...

Lieutenant Smith cocked his head to the side, giving you a puzzled expression. As tender smile replaced your frown, your words coming out in an almost sickly, sweet tone. "Of course not..."

A fellow soldier silently gestured to an unhooked landline phone, which sat upon the desk within the communications area of the main hangar.

The major took a deep breath, before speaking into the receiver. "This is Lennox. Who am I speaking to?"

"Lennox. I'm with the kid. The kid. Y'know, the one with the attitude, right?"

Agent Simmons? Briefly pulling the phone away from his ear, staring down at the receiver in confusion. "What?-"

"Listen. We need the truck. The truck." Despite his casual tone, Lennox could hear the nervous waver within his old friend's hinted yet decrypted words. "We've got a possible resurrection going on over here- you're not gonna believe where we are. Code Tut, as in King Tutankhamun. Coordinates for airdrop, 29.5 North, 34.88 East. Write it down! Write it!- Shit! Shit! The heat's on! Gotta go! Gotta-"

Lennox puzzled gaze looked back down at the receiver, as Agent Simmons' sentence was abruptly ended with a harsh 'click.' Slowly placing the phone back onto its holder, taking a moment of pause as Lieutenant Smith approached.

"More shit to add on our plate?"

The major's eyes flickered towards his comrade, "um... actually I've received a tip from an old friend... Sam might be able to bring Prime back-"

"Coordinates, 29.5 North, 34.88 East." A fellow N.E.S.T soldier interrupted, sliding a map across the table towards Lennox that had the location circled in red marker. "Tip of the Red Sea. Gulf of Aqaba."

"Egypt?" Smith scoffed, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "Are you serious?"

"The Autobots has done alot for us during these past few years, Lieutenant." Lennox muttered. "What kind of allies would we be, if we didn't do this one thing for them?"

"Look... even if we could figure out a way to get Big Man over there. How's this little kid supposed to bring him back to life?"

"I don't know... But we gotta trust him." Hang on... something's... missing... "Where's Valkyrie?"

"She left while you were on the phone." Smith sighed, kicking the ground and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Well... it was nice having her around while it lasted. "Did she... say anything?"

"Only that... 'it was great seeing you again.' And that, 'the Autobots would be an experience she'll never forget.' Oh... and that she's sorry."

She'd... apologized? A small frown came to Lennox's lips. That doesn't sound like her. Not when she's been firm and opinionated with her actions, like she has been recently.

Raising an eyebrow, his voice became tenser. "What do you mean, she apologized?"

But his comrade simply shrugged, "she... didn't specify..."

A heavy sigh escaped Lennox, while rubbing his temples. Your vague apology just didn't sit right with him. Something was definitely off.

"I... don't worry about it. Just... prepare to follow my lead, when I give the signal." Lennox's gaze met Smith's amused expression. "I have a plan." And... I'd really want to know what Valkyrie is up to.

---

The C-17's engines roared through the turbulent skies, the aircraft pushing hard against the heavy winds. Optimus' still form laid in the centre of the dimly lit cargo hold, as the tension within the air was palpable. Only punctured by the occasional rattle of equipment strapped down nearby.

Tucked in an impossibly cramped space beneath a row of seats, which hugged right side of the plane. Attempting to keep your breathes even, while hugging your knees tightly. Feeling every bone rattling jolt and turn of the plane's ascent, as the metal flooring pressed uncomfortably into your back. Occasionally shifting your weight slightly, keeping yourself as inconspicuous as possible.

"We've had an engine malfunction." Your eyes snapped open, staring at Lennox's seat above you in fear, as the pilots calm tone spoke over the P.A. "We're gonna have to divert to SOCCENT-"

"What?" Lennox groaned. Looking around the cargo hold, pretending to awaken from a nap.

"Flight Master, let's lighten the load and prepare to bailout-"

"All right, team. Grab your chutes!" the major directed. "Remember the standard safety procedure! Check your gear, before assisting others. Let's get ready to bailout!-"

"Oh fuck!" you breathed. Eyes nervously darting around your hiding space, witnessing Lennox and the rest of his N.E.S.T team grabbing their parachutes and preparing to skydive. You're alright. You're alright-

"Bailout? Like bailout?!" Galloway panicked, his head snapping from one direction to another.

"You familiar with the standard MC-4?-"

"Of course not!" Galloway snapped at Lennox. His nervous expression betraying his usual high-standard, professional bravado. As his gaze studied the major, as he fitted a parachute upon his back, "I've never jumped out of a perfectly good airplane before!- Wait a minute! Is this really happening?-"

Lieutenant Smith hid his mischievous smile, as he purposely bumped into Director Galloway, while adjusting the straps to his own parachute.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Galloway looked over his shoulder, trying to study the lieutenant behind him. Attempting to regain balance, once his narrow gaze returned to Lennox. "You're behind this, aren't you?"

Of course. You continued to try and keep your breathing even and steady. You knew Lennox would come up with a plan, and he did. He's got everything under control-

"What are you talking about?" Lennox confused yet concerned expression met Galloways glare. "You heard the pilot. These guys don't mess around. This is just standard procedure. I'm just following orders to the latter. Isn't that what you said?"

"You just signed a death warrant on your career, Major!-"

A thunderous groan echoed throughout the aircraft, sending a violent vibration throughout the C-17's shuddering frame.

Your pounding heart begun to pick up it's peace. W-What... was that...?

"That's... not good." Lennox low tone muttered, nervously looking around the cargo hold. "Quickly! Come on!"

As the plane suddenly dipped to the left, your stomach lurched as the metal hull let out a groaning creak, reverberating through the cargo hold. The wind howled past your ears, as the large cargo doors fully opened. Allowing Lennox to drag Director Galloway close to the edge, as the government director continuously protested.

Lieutenant Smith quickly grabbed onto the nearest support, steadying himself, when he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. His surprised gaze widening as you slipped out from under the row of seats in front of him.

Instincts kicking in, the world slowed to a razor-focused clarity. Smith lunged forward, one hand reaching out for you as you rolled across the metal floor. Your fingers desperately scrambling for something to hold on to. Just as you were almost out of reach, the lieutenant's hand grasped your arm in a tight, unyielding grip.

Eyes locked. Yours wide with panic. His jaw clenched as he held onto you with everything he had, anchoring you in place. The plane shuddered around the pair of you. Smith tucked you close against his chest, shielding you from the gusts of wind that rattled the plane.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded, though a hint of relief softened his tone as he met your gaze.

But you simply gave him a weak smile. "Didn't expect to have a bumpy flight-"

Lieutenant Smith shook his head, while allowing you to take a small step away from him. Gently placing a hand upon your shoulder to steady you for a moment, "do you know how reckless and insane of an idea this is? Lennox is gonna lose his shit!-"

"Thought you said I was among family now." You held out a relaxed fist, meeting Smith's eyes with a soft gaze. "Nobody goes through things alone when you're among family. Right?"

A small, lighthearted scoff escaped the lieutenant, his fist softly bumping against yours. "You're lucky I was here to catch you, kid. Grab a spare chute and stay close. We're not losing anyone today." Now I know why you vaguely apologized before...

The wind roared through Lennox's ears, as he pulled Galloway closer to the opening. Ignoring the director's continuous protesting, as Galloway clung onto the major. His nervous gaze flickering towards the ground miles below, seeing the hazy outline of the earth through the clouds. A vast expanse stretching out beneath them.

"Why aren't you wearing your chute?-"

"Because I have to secure the VIPs first." Lennox shouted over the roaring wind. Knowing fair well that the director could barely hear, "okay, I want you to listen very carefully and memorize everything that I say. Each chute has a GPS tracker so you can be found by Search and Rescue. Right next to that's a fabric webbing called a bridle, which holds the pin that keeps the main container closed."

Galloway looked down at himself, as Lennox pointed to various sections of the parachute and its straps. The director's confused expression growing more puzzled by the minute. Only catching small sections of the major's explanation.

"When the pilot chute inflates into the air, it pulls the pin and opens the main. Red's your backup. Blue's your primary. I want you to pull the blue! I need you to pull it really hard!" Lennox rolled his eyes, as Galloway prematurely followed his instructions. "Not now, we're still on the plane, you dumb-ass!"

The parachute opened and immedictly filled up with air, causing Galloway to harshly be blown off the plane and gradually float towards the ground below.

"He didn't even say goodbye." Lennox chuckled, approaching Lieutenant Smith. As the plane leveled out, the groaning and creaking of it's frame easing slightly. "That's one problem taken care of."

"Only for us to gain another." Smith gave his major a disbelieving smile. "We pick picked up a stowaway."

Lennox's eyes widened as you came into view, adjusting the straps of your parachute. "Valkyrie?!"

You flashed him a weak smile, shoulders shrugging slightly. "We both know you wouldn't let me come. Even if I did ask nicely-"

"For fucks sake! You had direct orders!" his stern and disapproving glare narrowed onto you. "This is by far! The most stupid and insane thing you've ever done!"

"Actually... this is the second most stupid and insane thing I've ever done. The first was dragging your injured ass through a landmine back in Iraq."

Placing his hands on his hips, a heavy sigh escaped him. Lennox ran his fingers through his short locks. A disbelief expression flashing across his features, as you handed him his chute. Rolling his eyes, while you smiled at him, giving him a mocking salute and quickly following the lead of his team.

Lennox gave Smith a side glance, while the lieutenant chuckled. "Great medic and a loyal soldier... but by God, is she a pain in the fucking ass..."

---

Ratchet let out a muffled 'oof' as you accidentally land right on top of him, the parachute following shortly after covering the pair of you. A low groan escapes the Autobot, blinking multiple times attempting to clear his vision.

Valkyrie?!

Optics widening in surprise. His servo instinctively resting upon your hips, as you knelt against his chassis, detangling yourself from the chute's strings while removing the parachute from your back.

"Y-You're... You're not supposed to be here..." Ratchet's words came out quieter than he intended. Nerves and annoyance pulsed throughout his inner circuits, yet his gaze remained soft but filled with worry. The pad of his thumb slowly rubbing in slow, circular motion against your hip. "You can't-"

"I told you." His spark thumped against its chamber, sending subtle vibrations against you. As your feathered touch caressed his plating just above his spark chamber. "I'm not going anywhere. And you should know... that your intern is always careful."

A heavy sigh escapes him. The pad of his index digit upon his free servo, lightly brushing against your hand which rested upon his chassis. "You and I have very different definitions of 'careful.'"

For a moment, beneath the parachute which tented over the pair of you. Everything seemed to... slow to a more intimate pace. The soft sunlight creating a comfortable, warming glow. Your heartbeat fluttering as your eyes met Ratchet's studious gaze, the Autobot's soft optics roamed over your frame. Worry flickering within them, while confirming to himself that you wasn't injured.

His breath hitched slightly, as your free hand rest against his cheek. Feeling the subtle warmth that rose to the surface of his faceplates. Finally allowing himself to smile, Ratchet gently nuzzled into your palm, letting out a low hum before speaking, his voice low and almost tender. "You're... infuriating sometimes, you know that?"

A small tug teased the corner of your lips. "Y'know, you wouldn't want me any other way."

The yellow Autobot swallowed thickly, noticing the silent question which flickered within your eyes. He knew what you were thinking about, and he'd be lying if that moment between you two wasn't playing on repeat within his processor. How even now, his spark yearned to reach out and pulse against your heart, like before.

"Don't... look at me like that."

You softly bit your lip in thought. "Ratchet... I-I... I need to know-"

"Let's move it!" Lennox's voice interrupted, watching his N.E.S.T team and the remaining Autobots get into position. His gaze studying the nearby Egyptian temple, which the desert sands has claimed parts of the ruins long ago. "Remember to look out for Sam Witwicky! He's friendly!"

Ratchet lets out a slightly annoyed huff. Disappointment flickered within his optics, as you carefully climbed off him. Shoving the parachute aside, exposing the pair of you to the summer sun. Damnit, of all the times too...

You gave the Autobot one final look. If... only he'd just tell me...

Optimus' body slowly floated towards the centre of the temple. His still body stretching across the sands of the open courtyard.

"Cover Optimus!" a nearby soldier ordered, as his team mates used their parachutes to cover Prime. Obscuring anyone and anythings view from above.

"Secure the temple." Lennox shouted, pointing in various directions as his team fanned out. "Get those cases down here. I need snipers and Stingers up high!"

Taking position behind a stone wall, resting his assault-rifle upon the top. Lieutenant Smith's voice remained calm, but firm as he looked through his scope, scanning the surround area. "So, we just dropped off ten tons of dead robot in the middle of nowhere? I hope this kid knows what he's doing."

A heavy sigh left Lennox, his concerned gaze briefly falling on you as you took position next to Smith. Keeping your tactical medgear within arms reach, while mimicking the lieutenant's silhouette with your weapon of choice. "Yeah... me too..."

Snipers and Stingers casually roamed the high walls of the temple, while some scouts checked in through the radio every so often. Beads of sweat formed upon your brow, as the harsh sun beamed down.

"Got a visual!" one of the snipers declared. Finally killing the still, uncomfortable silence which stretched on for eternity. "Yellow team! Four clicks!"

"Pop flare!-"

The sound of a jets engine roared through the skies, cutting of Lennox and drawing the attention of him and his N.E.S.T team.

"That thing's got alien tattoos all over it." You warned, studying the mysterious jet through your binoculars. "Ain't Air Force, Lennox."

Static suddenly echoed throughout your coms and radios. Causing Lennox and his team to erupt in guesses and questions.

Your eyes widened behind the binocular lense, catching a glimpse of a familiar marking upon the aircraft. "It's Starscream-"

"Bastard used an EMP burst." Ironhide growled, keeping an watchful eye upon the Decepticon Seeker.

"I see how this day is going in this God-forsaken desert!" Frustration begun to build in Lieutenant Smith's words, as the desert heat slowly chipped away at his patience.

Half An Hour Later

"Nothing..."

"Right..." A heavy sigh escaped Lennox as he brushed the sweat off his brow. "Go burn a SOS. Let the eye in the sky know we need some help. Pop some more flares so the kid can find us."

Standing within the shade of the old ruins, yet the heat of the sun didn't ease as you gazed out at the desert horizon. A small knot twisted your stomach, strange tingles bounced in your fingers and toes. Like how one would experience pins and needles.

"We... should come up with a Plan B. What if your... 'old ally' is wrong? Or mistaken somehow?" You whispered to Lennox. "Plus, if we ignite anymore flares. There's a risk of exposing ourselves to the enemy-"

"We've got incoming!" one of the snipers warned. "We've got a whole lot of fight coming our way!"

The knot in your stomach took a sickening turn. All eyes widening as seven to eight meteors crashed into the sand-dunes roughly a mile away. Your breath catching in your throat, as multiple imposing Decepticons rolled out to their full height.

"How many?-"

"About thirteen of them-"

"And what did the girl just say?!" Lieutenant Smith's frustrated tone shouted. Following yours and Lennox's lead, as you took up positions closer the temple's entrance. "This ain't good... This ain't good. We're about to get our assess whooped!-"

"All right, those Decepticons are searching for Sam! Whatever he has, he thinks it'll bring Optimus back to life." Lennox's authoritative tone held more encouragement than his lieutenant's. "So our mission is to find him, and get him to Optimus! We're gonna draw fire from the left flank. I need a scout team-"

"I'm leading." Ironhide spoke with a cocky smile. Withdrawing and clocking his cannons as they whirled to life. "Locked and loaded."

"Ironhide's team! Go up through the middle of the temple's entrance! When you see the precious cargo, I want you to pop green smoke and and come back through those pillars!" Lennox pointed to a row of decorative pillars upon the right, perfectly lining up with an arched entrance of the court yard. "Valkyrie. Ratchet. I need you here to hold the fort, while Sideswipe and I set up the ambush. All right! Let's go! Move out!"

---

Gunfire filled the air, engulfing the temple and nearby Egyptian ruins in a thick blanket of chaos. The stone pillars, weathered by centuries yet proud in their standing, lined the ruined path, began to crack and crumble, sending clouds of dust spiraling into the air.

"Fall back! Fall back!" Sideswipe called out to the soldiers of his small quadrant. Using his body to shield them, as the rattle of gunfire intensified as bullets peppered the ruins and desert sands.

With every strike, pieces of sandstone and intricate carvings dislodged, tumbling down the sand-dunes below.

"Ironhide! Up the middle!" the major called out, running down the worn down sandstone path, which the decorative pillars lined upon each side. "Ironhide! Move it!-"

"Go! Go!" Lieutenant Smith lightly smacked the side of Ironhide's altmode. Climbing into the trailer with his comrades, just before the Autobot sped back up the sandstone path towards the main courtyard.

Several snipers and Stingers clung to the edges of the high walls, struggling to find cover as pieces of the carved arches and statues crumbled around them. Their shouts filled the air, blending with the roar of machine-guns and the desperate clanging of debris.

"Move to cover!" Lennox shouted. Providing his comrades cover-fire, as they huddled together behind walls and archways within the courtyard. Unfortunately offering no clear escape from the onslaught, or the harsh desert sun.

Dust and smoke billowed around you, thickening with each burst of gunfire, eyes wide as realization begun to sink in. You and N.E.S.T were trapped.

Pinned between the temple walls and the advancing Decepticon force that seemed relentless, unstoppable.

---

"Spotted Sam!" Lieutenant Smith called out. Alerting his team whom scouted the outskirts of the ruins. "Sam!"

Peering behind a carved statue, Sam scanned the area while Mikayla huddled behind him. A smile of relief lit up the young adult's features, as he caught glimpse of a faminular gun-metal pickup truck. "Ironhide!"

"Sam!" Smith held out his hand, as the couple ran towards him. While his comrades provided cover-fire. "Get in! We'll take you to Optimus!"

---

"Get these men into cover!" you firmly spoke. Assisting Ratchet's squadron pull their injured comrades out of enemy fire, while the Autobot medic provided cover fire. "Move them into the temple! It's our best shelter!"

Quickly kneeling beside a soldier whose leg was twisted at a harsh angle. Your hands moved with practiced precision, applying a tourniquet, flashing the injured soldier a comforting smile. "Stay with me, Corporal. We're going to get you out of here-"

"Sweet Spark! Move!" Ratchet quickly crouched over you, as a portion of the temple wall groaned in protest due to another explosion.

Meeting the Autobot's gaze, your heart fluttered in time with his spark as you both realized the words that escaped him. Ratchet...?

Another section of wall gave way, a torrent of sand and debris raining down upon Ratchet's back, forcing you and nearby N.E.S.T comrades to shield their faces.

Then, the ground trembled.

The heavy thud of tank treads pounded against the ground, a rhythmic, unstoppable force that reverberated through the ancient stones of the ruins.

Please tell me that's what I think it is-

"We have help!" one soldier called out. Silently ordering his comrades to take the corporal to shelter, as he turned his attention back onto you. "Alpha Team, flank left!"

Not far beyond the horizon behind you, a line of Egyptian Army tanks appeared, their heavy barrels gleaming under the midday sun. Rolling forward, the monstrous machines parted the desert sands with brutal precision.

"Go... Go help them-"

"Not without you, Ratchet."

The medic flashed you a weak smile, as he raised onto his pedes. A low groan escaping him, while shrugging the sand and debris off his frame. His cannon whirling to life as he clocked it, "I'll be alright. We need to help Sam get to Prime."

"Come back to me." Your words came out more as an order, rather than a promise.

Briefly giving each other a loving smile, you both went in opposite directions. Ratchet approached Lennox, Sideswipe and their squad just outside of the temple walls. Providing much needed assist with the onslaught attack.

"This way! Over here!" you shouted, waving at the tanks and the Egyptian soldiers following on foot. "Move it!-"

Wiping the sweat off his brow, a middle-aged commander approached you. Giving a quick yet polite salute, "where do you need us, ma'am?-"

"Protect those in the line of fire-"

"You heard the lady! Let's go! Let's go!"

The tanks unleashed their heavy cannon fire, every round slamming into each one of the Deceptions fortified positions with enough force to send clouds of dust, bits of alien metal and debris into the air.

Egyptian soldiers immediately positioned themselves alongside with Lennox and his team. The commander quickly pulled you behind a small wall as a stay missile reduced the nearby statue into a pile of rubble.

As the commander positioned himself behind the wall, opening fire upon the enemy. You quickly pulled out your radio, yelling into the receiver. "Right now, we need air support. ASAP!-"

"Sam! Spotted Sam!"

Your heart immediately dropped to the pit of your stomach, fear shining in your eyes, as your wide eyed gaze spotted a waving individual in the distance. Bruises and cuts littered Sam's features, his throat sore and dry, as he yelled at the top of his lungs. His tiered and battered body attempting to shield his frightened girlfriend, Mikayla, and a heavily wounded Lieutenant Smith. As they ducked for cover behind a small, crumbling wall.

"Cover me! I need to get out there!" your words came out harsher than intended, raising your voice over the chaos. Gaining the commander's attention, "two civilians and a wounded officer is out in the open!-"

"Copy that! Two-Two covering fire! Two civilians. Twelve o'clock!"

The tanks advanced relentlessly, their turrets rotating with mechanical precision as they fired on the remaining Decepticons positions, each shot punching through the air like a battering ram. Each attack kicked up enough sand and dust to cover your moving position, quickly rolling and ducking your way to Sam.

"Look who showed up." Smith smiled through his pain, as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. His breaths rapid and uneven as Mikayla's shaky hands applied pressure to his wounded thigh.

"You better have a good reason for us to be here!" you snapped at Sam. Immedictly approaching the lieutenant's side, studying the depth of his wound.

"The fuck?! You're supposed to stay with Ratchet!" Lennox called out to you. Quickly ducking behind the wall, avoiding gunfire from the nearby enemy. "And where's Ironhide?-"

"Holding off Megatron and his goons- ah!" Although Smith spoke through his teeth, you could see a small hint of a appreciative smile tugging his lips.

"Where's Optimus?" you could hear the panic within Sam's words.

"He's right over there, across the courtyard." Lennox briefly pointed. His studious gaze flickering over Sam and Mikayla for any injuries.

"I need to get to him-"

"Not with an air strike coming." You corrected. Ripping a section off the lieutenant's jacket and dowsting it in disinfectant, before wrapping it around Smith's wound. A subtle sigh of relief escaped you, as the bleeding upon his thigh slowed down. Thankfully all he needs is a few stitches-

"I have to get to him right now!-"

"Shut up, you two! Shut up!" Lennox hissed. Quickly placing a hand over your mouth.

A low animalistic growl, with the hint of an mechanical edge rumbled through the air. Making every hair on your body stand upon end, as every bone and muscle in your body screamed one word.

Run.

The sand barely muffled the heavy footsteps that approached your hiding spot. As Lennox, Sam and Mikayla pulled you and Smith closer to the wall, you saw fear flash across their eyes. Holding their breaths as a familiar warlord edged closer-

"Incoming!"

That's... not what I expected him to sound like.

Excitement and eagerness lined the unusually calm yet deep tone. Centuries of hidden wisdom softened the voice's words.

Who the hell? Lennox's curious gaze peered over the crumbling wall. His hand slipping from your mouth, as scoff escaped his lips. I don't believe it-

"Stick the landing- oof!"

Clumsily rolling out of their, Cold War 'Blackbird' fighter jet. Clashing into a nearby Decepticon and knocking them away from your hiding spot. Raising to his full height, the elderly Transformer smirked, as his optics flickered towards his bewildered comrade beneath his ped.

"Behold the glory of Jetfire!"

You and the others quickly covered your ears, as a deep resonant sound like a low, metallic moan of protest joined the chaotic air. The metal surface of the Decepticon's arm buckled under pressure, forming ridges and ripples where the smooth finish once gleamed.

A victorious smile framed Jetfire's face plate, his pressure upon his foe's limb deliberate and relentless, forcing the Decepticon's frame and inner circuits to yield in unnatural ways.

"Now let me show you how we brought the pain in my day!"

As he twisted further, the metal let out a sharp, piercing creaks, each sound echoing like a cry of defiance, while his former comrade screamed in pain.

"Jet! Look out!" Lennox called out.

Heeding the major's warning, Jetfire quickly grabbed his opponent's free arm. Almost stopping their drill from running him completely through, while he stomped upon their helm. The satisfying sound of crunching metal and sparked wires coming to his audio receptors.

"I'm too old for this crap!"

Tag List

@junebugessentials @genarf @overlyexcitedoutlaw @glamrock-kitten

[brownsugarwrites]

Up late.

Pairings: Bodyguard!Kuai Liang x Black!socialite!reader

Warnings: Smut, established relationship ,edging, tears, praise, bratty reader, soft dom kuai but he is a asshole, choking , cursing, cumming inside, squriting ,aftercare. also not alot of dialouge here.

wc: 1.5k

listened to alot of ari lennox while writing this. This was supposed to be done weeks ago but school was beating my ass saur I hope everyone enjoys!! For your listening pleasure.

It was late. Very late. 2:30 in the morning to be exact. You had just come from a night out with your best friends who had come into town for the weekend. Your parents were currently on a business trip so you were under Kuai’s supervision. But, the only problem was you didn't tell Kuai about you leaving and going out.

Was it out of pettiness? Yes. But you were sure he would do nothing about it. The past few weeks he had been letting you slide more than usual. You would yell and curse him out just because he told you no or you would just be defiant knowing you got under his skin with the little things you did.

Locking the door to your G-Wagon your father gifted you for your 21st birthday your heels clacked on the pavement of your driveway as you made your way to the front door. Fumbling in your purse to take out your house keys you sighed in exhaustion. You forgot had thrilling it was to sneak out and go party with your friends all night

Walking into your home you slipped off your heels before hanging your purse on the hook. Flicking on the light in the foyer you jumped seeing your personal bodyguard Kuai Liang sitting on the couch waiting for you to get home.

You were fucked.

“Oh hey, I thought you would be sleeping right now,” you said quite nervously but you tried not to show it

“Where were you?” he asked calmly.

You knew he already knew the answer to that so it was a matter if you were gonna lie to him or not. Knowing you were already in deep shit you decided to be truthful this one time.

“I went out with some friends. Why does it matter?” you asked crossing your arms

“Because last time I checked. You are under my watch correct?” he asked

You nodded your head before opening your mouth but Kuai cut you off

“Yes, you are under my supervision this weekend. So why did you think it was ok to go out without telling me where you were going”

You sat in your thoughts for a moment. Until the light bulb metaphorically appeared over your head.

“I'm grown first of all. All you do is treat me like I'm a child who can't handle themselves,” you said standing your ground before walking away to your bedroom.

Following behind you as you walked away from him he called your name continuously as you ignored his advances, Soon you reached your room and before you could close the door on his face he caught the door before it could close.

“I wasn't done talking to you.” He said voice slightly deeper than usual

“Well, I am-” you began before looking into his eyes seeing the seriousness in them.

Before you could think, he was gently pulling you by your neck to bring your face to his before kissing you harshly. Having to clutch on his shirt to keep you steady you grounded yourself before feeling Kuais hands go to your ass lifting you partially his way of telling you to “jump”

Bringing you closer to the bed your stomach churned in anxiousness mixed with arousal watched as he discarded his shirt on your floor. Watching him climb back over you he didn't say a word as he nearly tore off the dress you were wearing.

Some may say you were spoiled by nature. With your parents owning multiple businesses you never had to want for anything. No was not in your vocabulary or your parents. This made you entitled for lack of better words. You didn't care about how other people felt (sometimes) and how your actions would eventually have a consequence.

That was until Kuai was assigned to you about a year or two ago. When Kuai came you calmed down tremendously. You started to like him and you didn't want to run him away. Therefore you toned down to pursue something further with him, secretly of course (his brothers knew).

Once the two of you started to secretly date your shell started to peel slowly and soon enough you were back to your usual antics.

Peeling off your thin underwear he kissed your thighs a few times before leaving little bites and licking a stripe along your cunt. He quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers. Hitting that particular spongey spot that had your mouth running dry and seeing stars

“Kuai.. I’m bout to cum-” You would pant nearing your release

Soon as those words fell from your pretty mouth he quickly took his fingers out of your aching pussy hearing you whine in need

“Kuai why did you do that?” you asked sitting up on your hands before looking him in his eyes

Staring at you he couldn't help but think you were so beautiful like this. Even though you were near tears because of your denied release. This would set the tone for the night. Saying nothing he climbed on top of your flower bed sheets before pulling you in between his legs with your back against his broad chest. Taking a hand to turn your head to give you a soft kiss you thought that maybe he would let you cum this time around.

You were wrong.

Every time you were near a release he released his fingers from your puffy clit as the tears streamed down your face. Your whines and pleads for him to let you cum were strong as you felt like he had you in this position for hours toying with you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you begged for a release. But, you weren't getting off that easy.

“I need you so bad. No more teasing Kuai please baby” you said breathlessy wanting to be satisfied.

“I dont think you’ve learned your lesson princess,” he responded rubbing your thighs to try to calm down a little

“I did! I'm sorry Kuai just please I need you so bad.”

“Promise you won't be mean any more?” he asked smiling

Nodding your head rapidly you whined feeling his fingers rub on your clit once more before lifting you to place you on his lap. Incoherent words fell from your lips as you sunk into him.

“There we go sweetheart, shh I got you,” he said along your neck before bouncing you up and down.

Usually, Kuai kept his composure very well. But when he was inside you his composure slowly faded away. The way you squeezed him and the little noises you would make as he fucked into you kept him going while driving himself crazy at the same time.

He was in love with you. No matter how spoiled you were, he knew the other side of you that most didn't. He was grateful to see both sides of you. His brothers always talk about your behavior and how your attitude could be too much to handle. But he knew how to get you to submit completely to him. It took some time but he knew how to get you there.

Putting you on your back he continued to fuck you into feeling your almond-shaped nails digging into his back as you cried out for him nearing your release.

“Just wait princess, im close hold on a little longer” he grunted continuing to fuck into you

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to hold on for him but your body was defying what your mind was saying

“Cant hold it anymore baby please.” you whispered trying to open your eyes

Seeing your glossy eyes he groaned seeing how fucked out you were. That was all he needed to cum

“Cmon baby, thats it, i got you” as you released all over him as he pumped his cum into you.

He laid on top of you as the two of you breathed in sync. Feeling warm and soft kisses being placed on your forehead before getting carried to the bathroom.

Running the hot water with your lavender soap he went back to your room to change your sheets and to pull out your sleepwear for the night. Coming into the bathroom quietly he tied your headscarf around your braids before putting on your bonnet. Once the water was done running he set you in the tub gently before getting behind you.

“Thank you.” you said softly sinking into the hot water

Helping wash each other off some kisses were shared in between with light giggles from the bubble getting on kuais face. Retreating from the bathroom Kuai went to grab some clothes from his overnight bag before coming back to your room to put his clothes on.

Peeling back your comforter the two of you laid down on your soft pillows while staring in each others eyes.

“Are you upset with me Kuai?” you asked softly before playing with his hair.

Before he could answer he took in the way the soft moonlight illuminated your brown skin and created a twinkle in your eyes. You were perfect.

“I could never be upset with you. I just didn't expect you to be gone. Your parents would kill me if I let you get hurt.”

“Im sorry…” you said with shame laced with embarrassment.

“I forgive you, princess. Next time just tell me when you’re going out. Ok?” he said before kissing the inside of your wrist.

Nodding your head you quickly snuggled into him before closing your eyes

“Good night Kuai. I love you.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya "Dabi" Todoroki x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you are given one NYE that you will never forget when Keigo invites your friends over for a game of strip Uno and you become acutely aware of how attractive Dabi is. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Flirting; Stripping; Threesome; Verbal Consent; Mutual Oral; Double Deepthroat; Double Cunnilingus (Hawks & Dabi both eat your pussy); Big Dicks; Spitting; Hair-Pulling; Degradation & Praise; Spitroast; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Throatpie; Dabi Calls You "Baby Doll"; L-Bombs; Aftercare; Loud, Sneaky Sex

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Someone gave me this idea in a comment. Originally, I was just gonna write a smutty holiday chapter for Hawks for NYE, but Hawks AND Dabi?? I couldn't resist. Enjoy & happy holidays! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BIRD BABY DADDY! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

Songs Mentioned in this Chapter:

Umbrella - Rihanna

Can I - Kehlani

Moodswings - Pop Smoke

Touch It (Do It Well Pt. 4) - DVSN

OTW - Jhene Aiko ft. Mila J

Sit On It - Jazmine Sullivan ft. Ari Lennox

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Bonus Chapter: New Year, New Experiences.

Dabi has always been nice-looking, but seeing him now has made you realize how attractive he really is. 

When the fuck did he get this fine?

You can't help but wonder this as you nurse your second glass of Moscato of the night, then feel extremely guilty for it. You look down at your drink, wondering if the alcohol is having more of a deeper effect on you than you anticipated.

Usually, at this point, you’re giving major “fuck me” eyes to your boyfriend. Which you are…but to your childhood friend as well. 

They both stand in the kitchen you and Keigo share now, whipping up snack plates and cocktails for your NYE celebration. Keigo had suggested you celebrate at your shared crib tonight and invite Rumi and Dabi over too. You had asked what he wanted to do for New Years this year about a week ago after the chaos and festivities of Christmas faded. 

“I really don't wanna go out,” he said, your feet in his lap and his hands expertly rubbing them, massaging out the kinks. He laughed at your bewildered expression. “Shocking, I know, but after Christmas, I’m just not feelin’ like bein’ out in the streets and around too many people…or spendin’ money.”

And he did go all out for Christmas, gifting you at least $1k in gifts and presenting all of his employees and interns at his agency with gift cards (and two weeks off for Christmas and New Year's). 

“But since you asked, I just wanna stay in and invite the gang over for a private celebration…have food, drink, games…is that okay with you?” Before you could even reply, he immediately talked over you, softening the blow that he was sure he made. “We can still go out if you want. I wouldn’t wanna keep you cooped up in here if you–“ 

You stop him by pressing a finger to his plump lips. “Keigo,” you interrupt him. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ll call Rumi and Dabi right now to see if they wanna join us.”

His wide, golden eyes stared at you for a moment in shock before softening, relieved that you weren’t upset. So you hit up Rumi who was a definite yes and Dabi to see if he had enough free time to come out for the night. 

“Only if I can make my famous drinks,” he said in his raspy, chain-smoker voice. “The cinnamon fireballs. I’ll send you the recipe so you can grab the shit for it.”

You groaned over the phone, already envisioning the chaos in store for you. Dabi swears he can mix drinks like a bartending pro. “Okay, but just don’t blow up my kitchen,” you warned. 

My kitchen. You are still getting used to calling all of the things in Keigo’s penthouse yours, but sometimes, it just comes out naturally: my kitchen; my living room; my bed. Shortly after the Billboard Event, you moved into Keigo’s home, albeit secretly.

You had to pay the moving men double to move your shit out of Rumi’s place at night in order to avoid paparazzi, but in a week, you were settled. Though Rumi misses you, she also doesn’t mind the privacy, especially when she's able to bring someone home and have as much loud sex as she wants. 

Though almost a month has passed since you moved in with Keigo, you’re still adjusting to this new way of life, especially since you’re not just a roomie to Keigo. You’re his girlfriend. His partner. Every time you wake up next to him and see the sun shine against his hair and long eyelashes, you are reminded of this. It’s like the fact remerges in your brain every single morning despite nothing changing. And you hope it never does. 

“The snacks are almost done!” Keigo happily calls into the living room where you and Rumi sit. “You’re never gonna wanna leave when you get a taste of these babies.”

Rumi rolls her eyes at you, twirling a lock of her hair. “I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffs. Her silvery, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail while she adorns a Christmas sweater and booty shorts that make her muscular, firm ass look extra delicious and envious. 

Opposite to her cozy, lived-in look, you’re wearing Keigo’s oversized cashmere sweater that looks like a dress on you and hip-hugging skinny jeans. You also slathered on some lip gloss and nail polish to look presentable tonight, at least wanting to feel pretty with company around.

“The fireballs are almost done too,” Dabi announces. “Rumi, you still like extra tequila in yours?” Rumi gives him a look which makes him laugh. “Y/N, you want one too?” he curiously asks. 

You take a look at the kitchen counter through the threshold of the kitchen, finding a huge bottle of tequila open and cinnamon dusting the countertop. “I’m good with Moscato, thanks,” you say. “I’m not tryin’ to burn my tonsils out.” Dabi shrugs a shoulder, snorting. “Suit yourself, but my stuff is good. I’d even make it lighter for you.” 

Keigo cackles as he moves behind his friend, kicking him in the ankle as he does. “Bitch, you don’t know how to make any drink light!”

Dabi rolls his eyes and turns back around to finish the drinks, his arms and back muscles flexing under his black tee that seems to stick to his upper body something sinful. You thought this when he first arrived at your front door thirty minutes ago after getting dropped off by his assigned guard for the night. “Welcome!” you cheerfully greeted him, only for your voice to die in your throat once you got a look at him. 

Looking at him now, you become highly aware of how attractive he’s gotten since he’s been in prison. His lean, scrawny body as a kid and teen have gone away, now replaced with muscle like hard grant though he still has that leanness to him that makes him appear skinny under his clothes. But anyone who saw how tight his shirt is would realize that they’ve been duped. He has obviously been working out to build such muscle and tone his body, no doubt using his time to focus on his health. 

And he looks good. Especially with his snow-white hair, which he has opted to keep instead of his black hair, that makes his crystal blue eyes pop. Every time he looks at you, you feel like he is stealing the very breath out of you…and it’s fucking weird.

Where did this attraction come from? Though you’ve always known your friend is cute, you’ve never been attracted to Dabi. Even the one time you played Spin the Bottle back in middle school and you were dared to kiss by Keigo and Rumi, nothing came from that. It was a stupid, little kid thing that happened after school behind the building, in the setting spring sun.

After, you decided you worked better as friends which he agreed with and since then, you’ve been nothing but friends. Yet there you were, staring him down as he stood at the door, waiting for you to let him in. 

He raised his pierced eyebrow at you and your speechlessness. “Well?” he asks. “You gonna let me in or what?”

Realizing you were standing at the door like a moron, you quickly let him in, your face hot. He gave you a weird look as he shimmied into the room, immediately bombarded by the Bunny Hero. “Dabi, you’re here!” Rumi squeals, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. “Damn, what have you been eatin’, man? You’re bigger than me now!” 

Dabi chuckled, squeezing her tight before yanking on her ears, making her shriek. You watched, still confused as to what just happened. “Dabi’s here?” Keigo called from the kitchen. “Tell him to come in here and help me get these veggies ready!”

Dabi clucked his tongue, giving you a sly side eye. “Only five seconds in and he’s already fucking up,” he chuckles. “You picked a good one, doll.” 

And you did. You know you did. Keigo is the best boyfriend and sexiest man in the world…and yet here you are, staring down his best friend. Your best friend. Even now as you sip your wine, you can’t understand it. Are you just horny?

Since the holiday season, you’ve been more stressed and extremely horny lately, leading you and Keigo to try new things in the bedroom. It’s been an interesting and exciting adventure for you both.

Handcuffs and rope; sensory and roleplaying; all kinds of kinky shit that has led to conversations about more things to try…and things that you’ll keep private for now.

Things that you are interested in that you won’t dare tell Keigo right now. With how possessive he is, he just wouldn’t go along with it and you wouldn’t make him. So you’ve kept it to yourself, instead fantasizing and wondering all of those “what ifs”. 

You’re so deep in your troubling thoughts that you barely see Keigo saunter into the room in his cute apron with a tray of appetizers: homemade fried cauliflower bites, cheesesteak egg rolls, and a gorgeous veggie plate of orange carrots, green celery, and bright red tomatoes with all kinds of dipping sauces in the middle.

“Wow, this looks amazing, babe,” you coo. “You really went all out for us tonight.” Keigo smiles proudly as he lowers the food down on the coffee table. “Oh, that’s not even the best part, baby bird,” he chuckles. 

Dabi then emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray of mugs filled with his fireballs and cinnamon sticks. He lowers the tray down and gives Keigo a smirk as the winged pro pulls out a bag of weed and a game of Uno. You and Rumi immediately abrupt into laughter, knowing exactly what is in store for tonight. “It’s almost 2024!” Keigo chuckles, popping a carrot into his mouth. "Might as well celebrate to the fullest.” 

“Strip Uno,” Rumi cackles, nudging you. “Y/N, your man is one horny motherfucker. Are you treating him right or does he have something to tell us?” You roll your eyes as you flush in Keigo's sweater. “Shut up,” you giggle. “And you know damn well that I treat Keigo very well.” You and he share a secretive smile, one that immediately propels you into memories of endless nights and days of good ass sex. 

Rumi makes a disgusted face, hopping away from you to the other end of the couch. “Ugh, don’t even remind me. I’m so tired of seeing you two suck faces when we’re out.” While Dabi snorts into his drink, Keigo pulls on one of Rumi’s ears. “Ooooh, someone’s jealous,” he sing-songs. “I always knew you wanted this sexy ass, cotton tail.” You swear, you’ve never seen Rumi look so uncomfortable in her life and it makes you nearly choke on your Moscato laughing. 

You help Keigo and Dabi move the coffee table to the middle of the floor with your snacks, drinks, and game in tow while Rumi hooks her 2000s hits playlist up to the TV. Soon, the sound of Rihanna’s “Umbrella” fills the living room space.

After everything it set up, you sit down on the floor across from Rumi while Dabi takes your left and Keigo takes your right. “Okay, so before we start, I wanna propose a toast,” Keigo happily states, raising his mug. You three groan exhaustively and he pulls the cutest pout. “C’mooon, this is one of the only times in weeks we’ve all been together since the Billboard Event!” 

Though indifferent to the idea, Rumi raises her mug while you raise your glass of Moscato. Dabi notices, his expression albeit blank. “You sure you don’t want none of this?” he asks, nodding at his drink.

Then a sly smirk quirks onto his lips. “Or is it ‘cause you can’t handle it?” he teases, ever the asshole. Usually, his teasing doesn’t bother you, but tonight, it does. Along with the way his voice dips into a deeper, raspier tone when he says it. 

You give him a look to hide your reaction, daring him to try you. “Dabi, you know I can’t handle it. You make drinks like you’re trying to poison people.” He shrugs a shoulder though he is still smirking. “Fair point, but a sip won’t hurt.”

He passes a mug to you but doesn’t hand it to you. His blue eyes flick from the drink to you, patiently waiting for you to take a sip. It’s as if he’s silently asking you, “Do you trust me?” Or maybe the Moscato is just speaking to you at this point. “Toast!” Keigo shouts, interrupting your thoughts. “To a new year of new experiences and new journeys with old friends.” 

He smiles at each you fondly, his golden eyes twinkling with utter joy. Deciding quickly, you take Dabi’s drink and hold it up with the others. “Cheers!” you all shout before downing Dabi’s drink. It’s only a sip, but it’s enough to taste the strong tequila and sweet cinnamon mixed in it. Though your throat burns as it goes down, the sweetness is addicting. Dabi looks proud as you lower the mug down. “See?” he murmurs. “Nothing you couldn’t handle.” You resist the urge to think of something else besides the drink. 

“Uno time!” Rumi bellows, taking the cards to shuffle while Dabi begins rolling a blunt to pass between you four. Keigo takes a seat next to you, his eyes already set dead on you. “Come sit close to me, baby bird,” he coos, wrapping an arm around your lower back. “You look so fuckin’ cute tonight. I can’t keep my eyes off of you, even for the game.”

You do as he requests, snuggling in close despite being in your friends’ company, loving how he smells so much like cinnamon and the brown sugar soap you got him for Christmas. You also bought him Burberry cologne which he has sprayed on his skin, making him absolutely irresistible to you. Add in the black cashmere sweater and sweats that hide one of your favorite parts of him, and you’re ready to use him as a seat. 

“Well, you’d better,” Dabi grumbles, glaring at both of you. “Nobody’s tryin’ to see you two eye fuck for the next few hours.” Keigo presses a finger to your cheek, turning your head to face him. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous that I’ve got such a gorgeous woman to cuddle up with at night and all he’s got is a pillow.”

You put a hand on his arm and squeeze, shaking your head in warning. Too far. But Dabi isn’t bothered by the jab, simply sprinkling marijuana into a piece of paper. “You’d be surprised how many visitors I get who wanna replace that pillow,” he retorts. “I get a lot of fan mail too…mostly nudes.” 

You give a big, ugly cackle at this. “Oh, I believe it,” Rumi snickers. “Plenty of people are attracted to villains, bad boys, and emotionally damaged men with tattoos and piercings.” She gives Dabi a shit-eating grin while he pegs a carrot at her, making you and Keigo crack up.

You go to pick out a cauliflower from the veggie plate, but accidentally brush your fingers against Dabi’s reaching for the same thing. “Oh, sorry!” you squeak, quickly snatching your hand back. Your friend barely bats an eyelash. “Take it,” he says carelessly. “No big deal. I’m still rollin’ up anyway.” 

You do so, slowly reaching for a cauliflower and dipping into the ranch dressing. Your movements are robotic, mechanical, as you chew and swallow, feeling Dabi’s eyes on you. You can tell he wants to ask, but he doesn’t and you find yourself drinking some more of his drink to push away your nagging thoughts.

Fortunately, Rumi interrupts the awkward moment. “Game time!” she shouts. “I’ll deal and then we can start. Everybody know and remember the rules of strip Uno?” You each nod having played this game dozens of times (mostly tipsy or high). It usually ends in either someone halfway naked. 

After downing the rest of your Moscato, you feel looser, you go first and put a red card down. The turns go right (Keigo, Rumi, Dabi) before settling on you again when the color is changed to yellow. You take a card and read it, groaning at the instructions. “Oooh, first loser down!” Rumi giggles, taking Dabi’s finished blunt from him. “Read it to us, babe.” Keigo tries to look over your shoulder, but you shoo him away.

“Take six cards or strip off your shirt,” you read. “Well, I don’t wanna take six cards, so…” You feel yourself stripping off Keigo's sweater to reveal your lacy red bra underneath. 

You feel warm under Keigo and Dabi’s gazes, one of which you can feel burning into you though you don’t look. “Oooh, sexy,” Rumi chuckles, puffing on her blunt. “Now it’s your turn, Keigo.”

She passes the blunt back to Dabi who takes a hit, smoke billowing from his lips and nostrils in clouds. His eyes are blue slits that regard yours as you glance at him from the corner of your eye. Keigo takes his turn, putting down yellow before Rumi takes hers. “Take eight cards or tell the person beside you to take off their shirt,” she reads. She gives Dabi a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Dabi, but…” 

Keigo cackles hysterically while Dabi rolls his eyes, passing his blunt to you. You don’t know why but you take a hit, already feeling the affects of the alcohol mingle with the weed. You feel lighter and more comfortable.

“You guys are fuckin’ whores,” he growls but he can't hide his smile as he stands up to strip for you and your friends. You turn away from him just as he goes to untuck his shirt, instead turning all of your attention to your boo. “Aww, I was hoping you’d pick a card,” you playfully whine, snugging into Keigo's arm. 

You not-so-innocently push your breasts against his forearm, catching his attention. “You tryna get me to strip?” he chuckles, raising a brow at you. “Maybe later and then it’ll be all for you. Just be glad we’re not alone ‘cause this pretty bra would be off by now.”

He glides a finger down the strap of your bra to one of the cups, staring intensely at the lace. “If you two are gonna do that, get a fuckin’ room,” Dabi interrupts. 

You turn back to him and wish you didn’t: he stands before you in all of his semi-nakedness, jeans sagging low, bare skin and lean, inked muscle on display. “Daaaamn, you did get cut, Dabi!” Rumi hollers. “Just look at this fuckin’ guy!” 

And you are. Your eyes roam over his toned abs and pectorals where you catch two nipple rings hanging from his pink nipples. His arms and right side are covered in tattoos along with his collarbone which holds his little brother’s (Shoto) name. You know that all of his siblings’ and mother’s name are tattooed on him; just not his father. Realizing how long you’ve been staring, you look away, instead staring down at the table. “Shit, I can beat that,” Keigo scoffs. “Just you wait.” 

After twenty minutes of playing and the first round being completed, Keigo successfully stripped off his shirt and shoes before hurrying to the bathroom because of the alcohol. Meanwhile, Dabi is washing dishes and Rumi is scrolling through her phone and smoking on the last of the blunt, waiting for Keigo to come back so you can continue. You, luckily, only stripped off your top for the first round and quickly throw it back on before taking your glasses to the kitchen.

“I’m gonna go put these in the sink,” you announce and Rumi only hums in response. When you walk into the kitchen, you are met with Dabi’s muscular back and a large, snake-like dragon snaking from his lower back and curling up the back of his right forearm. It moves and flexes whenever his arms move, making his back muscles bulge. 

Finding your voice, you greet him. “Hey, just came in to wash these.” He turns to look at you over his shoulder before nodding at the soapy, hot water in the sink. “Put ‘em over here; I’ve got it.”

You do so, lowering the glasses on the counter for him to wash. You press your back against the counter’s edge, watching him. Silence swells around you, but this one isn’t comfortable; it’s awkward and heated, filled with tension. “It’s really good to see you, y’know,” you chirp, trying to ease the tension. “I was so upset you couldn’t make it for Christmas.” 

Dabi puts a tray on the drying rack, focused yet still answering you. “Yeah, my CO was on my ass about that fight I had, but I wasn’t gonna miss this chance to smoke a good blunt and hang with you losers. Everyone seems to be so scared about my new body, includin’ you.”

His blue eyes side-eye you, making your stomach flip. “I’m not!” you squeak. “It’s just a shock seeing you look so…” Sexy. “Big,” you decide. “But whatever trainer you got in prison, give them my number.” 

He chuckles at this, the deep rumble making something swirl inside your gut. He then goes back to doing what he was doing, but only for a few seconds, until he speaks again. “What?” he finally asks. You blink at him. “What?” you dumbly parrot. He turns to you fully, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “I can feel you starin’ mad hard at me, Y/N. You’re not discreet in the slightest.” Again, you feel hot in your sweater with shame. At this rate, you may as well strip and throw yourself at him with how much you’re staring at him. 

“Is that a new tattoo?” you tentatively ask, pointing at the dragon. “I don’t remember seeing that before.” Dabi hums out a yes as he dunks a mug into the soapy water. “Had it done a month ago durin’ one of my free days when I didn’t visit you or Hawks. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks decent, don’t it?”

You slowly nod, admiring the way the dark green scales on the dragon complement his skin. It reminds you so much of the dragon from the ‘Spirited Away’ movie, just darker. “It’s…beautiful,” you softly say, more to yourself than to him.

And before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching out to drag your fingers down Dabi’s spine, making his body clench. “S-Sorry!” you stutter, snatching your hand away. “I should’ve asked to–“ 

“It’s fine,” he interrupts, but still looks perplexed. He looks as if he hasn’t been touched in years and isn’t sure how to handle it. But he shocks you when he turns his back to face you, giving you full advantage of his tattoo. “Touch it,” he encourages. “Y/N, it’s just me.”

Right. This is just Touya Todoroki. Your friend since childhood. The same guy that was afraid of public pools, eats charred marshmallows, and loves his steak well done.

The friend you’ve been dying to get back since he joined LOV and have missed since he went to prison. And yet, looking at him now and feeling his warm skin under your fingertips when you touch him, you don’t see him as any of that. You see him much differently. 

You run your hand over his back, feeling his muscles flex and his warm skin. He stands there, not speaking or moving, letting you touch him. It’s so intimate. So sensual.

When you pull away, he finally turns to face you, his expression blank and eyes intense. His hand then moves to lightly touch your wrist, sending currents of electricity through you.

“Yoooo!” Keigo’s call suddenly drifts into the kitchen, making you flinch and jump away from Dabi’s touch. He pokes his head into the kitchen, grinning. “I’m back!” he announces. “We ready for another round or what?” 

Dabi smirks at his friend as if nothing happened. And nothing did…right? “Sure,” he replies. “Just let me pour us some shots first.”

Keigo hums delightedly, practically floating into the kitchen. “Lemme help you. Baby, pass me that bag of lemons and limes in the fridge, please?” You do so, your hands trembling somewhat as you open the fridge and hand the bags of fruit to your boyfriend. “Thank you, darlin’,” he coos, winking at you. “Now go and sit down! Let your men take care of you.” 

Your men. You can’t help but stay stuck on that as you quickly walk out of the kitchen, not once looking at Dabi. Rumi is still in the same position you left her in, laying on the floor on her phone. You nervously pick at a loose thread on your skinny jeans, keeping your voice low to avoid the guys hearing. “Rumi?” you softly question.

She looks up from her phone, blinking. “Hm?” she questionably hums. You sit down next to her, folding your knees under you. “Does Dabi seem…different…to you tonight?” you carefully ask, your words slow and deliberate, like you’re carefully picking each word like they are fruit. 

Rumi stares at you, confused. “Uh…other than his new set of muscles and the tattoo, no.” She squints at you suspiciously, making you hot like a spotlight is on you now. “Why? Do you think they’re something different about him?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of how to answer. But this is Rumi! Your girl and confidant. She’d never judge you for anything. “He just seems more…attractive, I guess,” you shyly murmur.

She barely bats an eye. In fact, she smiles. “I figured there was a reason you were staring at him so hard tonight,” she chuckles, earning you a shocked look. “What, you thought I didn’t notice?” At the sight of your panic, she rubs your back. “Relax, girly. Keigo didn’t notice anything. That bird is in his fucking world tonight.” 

Oh, yes, Keigo. Your boyfriend. Your very happy, amazing, wonderful boyfriend who is oh-so overjoyed that you’re all together here tonight. “God, I’m so stupid!” you groan, putting your head in your hands. “What am I doing? Here I am with one of the sexiest men in Japan and an amazing boyfriend, and yet, I’m eye-fucking our childhood friend!” 

“Well, to be fair, you did say you wanted to try to do other things with Keigo in the bedroom,” Rumi says as she puffs on her blunt. “You remember tellin’ me about that threesome kink of yours? If you don’t, I’d understand. You were downing those cocktails like they were water.”

You groan embarrassingly because yes, you do remember that night: it was a month ago before Thanksgiving when the moon was full, the night was young, and you were full of drinks during girls’ night. There, you spilled to Rumi, Nemuri, and Yu about your secret threesome kink and wanting so badly to ask Keigo to participate in one. 

You can't help the way you get so wet at the thought of having two men please you or being one of the people to please them. You’ve had this fantasy for a while, dreaming of Keigo and another sexy, mystery man occupying your bed, hands and mouths all over you, two cocks inside you. But you’ve never brought it to Keigo’s attention.

“Unfortunately, yes,” you sigh, “but that doesn’t mean I should be eyeing my own best friend!” You feel like crying, mostly because of the alcohol. “I feel like a slut,” you whimper. “And not in a good way.” 

Noticing your internal fight, Rumi quickly steps in to ease your shitty feelings. “Personally, I don’t see what the big deal is. You just stared at the guy! You didn’t try to suck his dick or anything.”

You flinch at her words, not wanting to picture that. “But if it’s really got your panties in a twist, just pull Keigo to the side and talk about it. Knowing his freak ass, he’ll probably be okay with it. He’d probably even suggest a threesome himself.” She gives you a sly smirk. “No way,” you scoff in disbelief. 

“Mark my words,” she giggles. “Personally, I approve of this sluttiness in you, girl. I think you should fuck both of them to really end this year with a bang.”

You could've strangled her right then. “You’re not helping!” you growl, swatting her hand away as she cackles. “Not helping with what?” Keigo asks, making you squeak in surprise. You turn, seeing him and Dabi standing behind you carrying a tray of tequila shots. “U-Uh, with my cards!” you quickly reply. “She won’t show me how to shuffle ‘em.” 

You turn to Rumi with a glare, making her crack up even more. 

After almost two hours of playing, stripping, drinking, smoking, and shooting the shit, things start to finally wind down an hour before midnight. Rumi is fast asleep on the couch, snuggled into her pillow and softly snoring, while Dabi has ventured outside to have a smoke.

He sits in the cold December air in only his jeans and socks. You don’t ask him if he’s cold, knowing he’ll refuse his shirt or a blanket. You take it upon yourself to clean up before tomorrow morning, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. You plan on making a big New Year’s Day breakfast for your friends––blueberry pancakes, eggs, and plenty of mimosas. 

You’re just about to rinse the soap off of your hands in the sink when you suddenly feel two arms slink around your waist and a very hard chest press into your back. Keigo's scent of cinnamon and Burberry cologne enchants your nostrils.

“There you are, baby bird,” he murmurs. “Where’d you run off to?” You smile, pressing back into him. “Just to clean up so we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.” You turn around in his arms, noticing his hooded gaze and lopsided smirk. “Somebody’s drunk,” you giggle. 

He hums in agreement and presses his hips into you where you feel a very noticeable hard-on. “And very, very hard for you,” he softly growls in your ear. “I know you can feel me pressin’ up against you right now.”

And you can; it’s impossible not to. Immediately, your body temperature rises and you feel a tingle between your legs. His hands move under his sweater draped over your body and glide up and down your sides, his fingertips gliding against your skin. He whistles as he does so, somehow making that tingling sensation even more intense.

“You have the sexiest body, baby, I swear,” he sighs. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky. You make me so horny every time I see you, but without the clothes? That’s even better!” 

His compliment makes you bashfully giggle, always loving to receive such love and admiration from your man. “Thank you, baby,” you shyly reply. “The feeling is mutual.”

You stroke your hands up his naked chest as he kisses you, playfully and passionately. He begins to walk forward, pushing you against the counter and trapping you between it and him.

You’re now at his total mercy, his mouth and hands all over you, the taste of wine and cinnamon on his tongue as he swirls it with yours. Soft moans mingle in the air between you, only heard by your and his ears alone…though soon, if you keep this up, someone may become privy to what’s happening in the kitchen just a few steps from them in the living room. 

Reading your mind, Keigo pulls away and runs a thumb over your bottom lip. “Let’s go upstairs,” he says, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t wanna waste this moment. Don’t worry; Rumi is dead on our couch and Dabi is on the balcony. They won’t hear a thing.”

You believe the part about Rumi after being her roommate for so long, but Dabi? What if he does hear you?

You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable enough to leave. But with the way Keigo is giving you such a heated stare, you can’t resist. So you go with him, listening to your pussy instead of your head. You let him steal you away and lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom by your hand, softly giggling to each other as you walk past Rumi sound asleep. 

As soon as you’re inside the room, alone at last, Keigo shuts the door behind him and uses his wings to wrap around you. He drags you into his body and arms, crushing his lips to yours in another passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck and his wrap around your waist, both of you locked together in an embrace as you kiss, and kiss, and kiss. The more you do, the wetter you get until your body is begging for more. Keigo’s lips leave yours to busy on your neck.

“I can’t get over how sexy you are,” he murmurs. “I would’ve rathered you strip for me instead of our friends.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away to stare at you, befuddled. Then a secretive smile pulls at his lips. 

“Actually, you can do that for me now,” he chuckles and pulls himself away from you. You resist the urge to follow him, instead staring at him across the room, burning up for him.

“Y’see, baby, I feel like since the holidays, we’ve barely had much time to be together, just you and I,” he lustfully explains. “But now, here we are alone, and I wanna take advantage of it. So I’m gonna sit here”–he pauses to sit on the bench at the foot of your king-sized bed, smirking–“and you’re gonna strip for me.” He takes his phone and plays a song for you––“Can I” by Kehlani––and leans back, legs spread. 

He doesn’t explain anything more to you. Neither one of you talk. The only sounds are of the TV softly playing from downstairs and the music playing on his phone.

You feel nervous, the alcohol’s magic beginning to wear off. But something in the way Keigo stares you down has you moving, giving him exactly what he wants. You let the music take control of your body, letting your hips sway and your fingers play with the edges of Keigo's sweater. You slowly, tantalizingly, slip it up your body to reveal your bra and discard it.

Then off comes your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping your fly before sloooowly dragging it down your legs to reveal your naked thighs and lace panties. 

You can practically hear Keigo salivating at the sight of you as you twirl for him, bending over and moving your ass in his face. You flip your hair and look over your shoulder, becoming the woman he is seeking tonight: a vixen. A slut.

Because that’s all you want to be tonight for him too. Turning around, you walk over to him, relishing his gaze upon you, and grasp his shoulders before hooking one leg over his lap. You take a seat and begin to grind yourself into his lap, causing your knee to brush against his crotch. He groans softly as your knee caresses his hardened cock, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels so good.” 

You feel the same, biting your lip at the pleasurable sensations of his thigh rubbing against your pantyliner. “I think it’d feel even better with these off,” you giggle, tugging at his shirt. You stare down at him through your lashes, a sexy smile pulling at your lips. “Don’t you wanna join me?” You’ve never seen Keigo move so fast before, even while fighting villains. Instantly, his shirt is off and you help him out of his pants until is just in his briefs. He then hooks his hands under your ass and hikes you up, your arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

Then you’re soaring through the air and bouncing onto the mattress, the air leaving your lungs. “Get your pretty ass up there,” he grunts, grinning at the sound of your laughter.

He swoops down onto you, pressing a kiss to your lips as his chain necklaces press against your bosom, cold metal against heated skin. He pulls away to press kisses down your legs and thighs, prying them open to get a good look at what lies in between. He hums appreciatively at your scent and the sight of red against your brown skin and juicy thighs.

“Mmm, someone’s excited,” he chuckles. He glides one finger over your panty line, soaked through. You moan at the slight contact, your toes curling. “Whatchu want me to do?” he teasingly asks, smirking down at you. 

He begins to rub a thumb over your clit, causing your panties to become wetter and more uncomfortable.

“Kei,” you whimper. “Please.” Keigo’s eyes grow darker, his wings fluffier. “That’s not what I asked,” he teasingly yet firmly states. “C’mon, mama, give me your words. Tell me what you want Daddy to do.” He then ducks down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your clit, nearly making you jump straight out of your skin.

“Taste me,” you whisper. “Put this pussy in your mouth. Please, Keigo, I’m begging y–!” Before you can finish, your boyfriend is already pulling down your panties, pressing his tongue against your clit and sucking gently on the little bundle of nerves. 

Keigo is a certified master at eating pussy. He puts his whole mouth on it, in it, swirling his tongue and flicking it just right against your clit. He holds you open, spreading your thighs apart as he laps at your cunt and even your asshole (because he’s also an ass man).

He eats up all of your holes, eagerly licking, sucking, and lapping at them until you’re moaning, whimpering, gasping for air. You see stars behind your eyelids and your body twists against the comforter neatly spread across the bed. Your hands grasp his golden strands of hair as you feel your first orgasm quickly dawning, rising to reach its peak.

You can’t keep quiet––your sounds of utter pleasure release out of you, bouncing off of the walls. “F-Fuck, Keigo!” you sob, not even realizing how loud you are. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s so good! I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m…I’m–“ 

Knock, knock.

A gasp erupts from you as your heartbeat accelerates at the sound of the bedroom door. “Yeah?” Keigo asks, not even sounding scared or impatient. The door opens and there appears Dabi. He doesn’t even blink at the fact that you’re semi-naked. “If you two were tryin’ to be secretive, you’re not doin’ a good job at all,” he blandly says. “Y'all are loud as fuck. I could hear you all the way downstairs.” 

You try to squirm away, but Keigo holds you still, his hands still pinning your thighs open. “Oh, forreal?” he laughs as if this whole thing is funny. “Sorry, man. It’s just been a while for us.”

He gazes down at you before looking back at Dabi, smirking. “Well, since you’re here, you wanna join in or just watch?”

You stare at your boyfriend like he just lost his last few brain cells. “Keigo, what the fuck are you talking about?” you hiss. “Are you crazy?! Why would you even ask him that?!” 

“I actually wouldn’t mind either,” Dabi announces, shocking and confusing you even further. His head cocks to the side, looking at your spread-open pussy from another angle.

“Seein’ her spread out like this is a definite treat…though I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want a taste either.” His eyes, blue and intense, tick up to meet yours, nearly stopping your heart. “And you’d like that too, wouldn’t you, doll?” 

You’re in such shock that if it wasn’t for the eye contact, you wouldn’t realize he is talking to you. This is just too weird. You feel like you’re dreaming like none of this is real. The two begin to chuckle lightly at your reaction as if this is some inside joke to them…is it?

“Baby, it’s okay,” Keigo chuckles, gently stroking your stomach. “Relax. Dabi is here for a reason.” You stare at your boyfriend, eyes wide and absolutely speechless. 

“I’ve been noticing tonight how much you’ve been eyeing him, and that’s okay,” Keigo further explains. “He happens to have been doing the same thing, haven’t you, D?” 

Your eyes widen even more as Dabi steps into the room, shutting the door behind him, wearing an expression close to lust. “He knows all about us wanting to spice things up more in the bedroom, even suggesting ways to excite you.” A smirk grows on Keigo’s face, one that makes you scared. “I also let him in on your little secret.”

He and Dabi share a look and you instantly know what he means. ‘Oh, no,’ you think, horrified. ‘He knows. How could he know?’ 

Keigo is happy to explain it to you. “You happened to have left your browser open on your phone one morning when you took a shower.” A twinkle appears in his golden irises. “Imagine my shock when I saw a video of a girl clearly getting fucked silly by two dudes.”

Heat immediately envelopes you and you hide your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed!” he laughs. “I think it’s hot, but I can see why you didn't tell me. I can be very possessive, can’t I?” 

You simply look up at him, not responding, but you don’t have to. You both know he is. He’ll glare down any man who even looks your way when you’re out and about on the street.

Which is why it’s so shocking to you that he would agree to share you with a whole other man. “Well, I took some time to think it over and I realized that the idea of watchin’ you suckin’ another man’s cock made me cum a lot harder than I ever have before one night.”

He smirks at you, loving the way you sharply inhale at the thought. “So I ran it by Dabi and chose him as he is the only person I trust enough to touch you and take care of my girl the way I can.” He sits back on his hands, staring down at you with utter care and affection. “But the ball is in your court, baby bird. You don’t have to say yes if this is too weird or too uncomfortable for you. Even if you say yes, you can always say no.” 

Then it’s Dabi’s turn to be caring and affectionate. “I won’t touch you until you ask me, doll,” he firmly says. “Like the bird brain said, this is your decision to make. And before you ask, I don't think this will fuck up our friendship in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for you, especially after that kiss we had with that stupid bottle game.” You blink at him, suddenly dizzy.

“But you’re too pure to deal with my crazy ass,” he chuckles. “So I figured Hawks would be a better fit for you, and he is.” His blue eyes sparkle with something––love? Lust?––that nearly steals your breath away.

“But I can still fuck you and show you how much I value you.” His hand moves to gently settle on your thigh, never moving farther than that. “Is that okay?” he asks in a voice so unlike his own. It is very soft and careful as if you are a spooked animal he is trying to calm. 

Is that okay? They could simply take you right here, right now, but they don’t.

Neither one of them even touches you, letting you give them the green light. You can hardly contain yourself, feeling so aroused and oh-so loved that you could burst. So you sit up and toss your arms around Dabi, immediately pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. A surprised moan leaves his lips, shocked at your boldness, before he melts into the kiss and lets his hands settle on your waist.

When you pull away, both of you are panting heavily and overcome with need. “Fuck me,” you whisper. You turn to Keigo, seeing that he is just as needy as you are. “Both of you. Right now.” 

Your boys don’t need to be told twice. Dabi immediately goes back to kissing you stupid while Keigo presses kisses and forms love bites on your neck, stealing silent gasps and whimpers away from your mouth and into Dabi’s as he does. Dabi’s and your tongues swirl together, cold against hot, especially when you feel the nub of something cold and steely attached to his tongue.

You pull away, perplexed, and he gives a sexy, throaty chuckle before spitting his tongue out at you. There, you see a black studded piercing embedded into the pink muscle. You nearly cum right there. “Please,” you whimper as Dabi begins to kiss down your neck and breasts. “Fuck me.” You roll your hips into Dabi’s, earning a throaty groan in response. 

“So eager, right?” Keigo chuckles, grinning at Dabi. “Not yet, love dove. First, Dabi needs to have a chance to play with you. Get that bra off of her, D.”

He flicks his chin at his friend, impatient. Dabi doesn’t need any other pushing. He unhooks your bra from the front, letting the cups fall free to reveal your gorgeous breasts and hardened nipples. The two men groan at the sight of them––the prettiest, ripest fruit they’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing and tasting. Each attaches their lips to your nipples, hungrily lapping and licking at the hardened peaks of your nipples. 

Keigo watches your face, transfixed by the way your pretty features contort in pleasure at the feeling of two mouths on your sensitive nipples. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs.

His compliment makes you wetter than before and soon, you can’t control yourself. Your hands grasp their scalps, running through their hair, and your toes curl as the pleasure travels downward to your pussy. “Kei,” you whimper. “T-Touya.”

The white-haired stud softly growls at his birth name being uttered from your lips, leading him to grip your ass as he continues to suck at your nipple. 

Impatient, you go to grasp their cocks in their pants, but Keigo moves your hands away. “Uh-uh, mama,” he chuckles, giving you a lopsided smirk. “We’ve first gotta play with this gorgeous pussy. You okay with sharing her kitty, D?” 

Dabi looks like he was waiting for Keigo to mention something about your cunt. He pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting to his bottom lip. “Long as I get to make her cum, I’m down.”

His eyes cut away from staring deep into yours to glare at Keigo. “Just don't get in my fuckin’ way and we won’t have a problem.” Keigo only laughs and pats the space on the mattress beside you. “On your knees, baby. Face down, ass up.”

Helpless to resist their hungered stares, you do as your man orders and position yourself on your knees with your ass hiked up in the air, right in your friend’s face. You barely have time to feel embarrassed before a hand connects to your asscheek.

Smack!

You whine at the sharp sting. “Sorry,” Keigo sniggers. “My hand slipped.” 

Dabi groans at your reaction, visibly turned on by you. You. “I knew she liked it rough,” he comments, his voice strained. “Mind if I try?” Keigo must obviously give him the go because you feel his hand, rougher from his burn scars, slap your ass too.

Smack!

You gasp, taken aback by the bite of pain…and the pleasure that comes with it. 

“Shiiit, that was nothing,” Keigo tuts. “Put some force in it, Dabs.”

Smack!

Keigo does it this time, putting more force into his hit just to spite Dabi. You clench your teeth at the sting, feeling like your ass is on fire. “Like that?” Dabi blandly asks, scoffing. “You barely made it jiggle.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The two smack your ass like they’re landlords and your ass is a tenant who owes them rent money. They relish the sweet gasps and whines that leave your mouth with each assault on your asscheeks, damn near leaving handprints in their wake. They love how much you love this, the little masochist you are. 

Finally, when you’re a panting mess on the bed, Keigo stops the punishment. “That’s enough for now. Her poor pussy can't take much more.” His finger lightly brushes against your oozing, gushing pussy, always betraying you as a slut.

“Let’s see whose tongue makes you cum the hardest,” Dabi softly growls. “But I’ll warn you, baby doll: this tongue piercing always seems to make pussies cum before they’re ready.” He chuckle is a promise to you that has your heart pounding and clit jumping in excitement. 

And boy, is it a promise. Once your panties are off, his tongue touches your clit and slides inside your pussy. And it’s over for you. His tongue piercing is a perfect mix of cold that adds to the intensity of his hot tongue and mouth sucking and lapping at your pussy. He does it like he’s been doing this all his life, similar to Keigo but quicker, less gentle.

At this point, a new song has begun to play from Keigo’s phone––“Moodswings” by Pop Smoke––and Dabi’s broad tongue strokes match the tempo, making you see stars. “God, Dabi!” you moan, gripping the comforter below you. “That feels so good!” 

Though it’s hot to Keigo too, he isn't too keen on his friend hogging his pussy. “Bitch,” he growls, “I’m here too. At least lemme suck on this pretty asshole. And yes, she likes that too.” Dabi pauses, staring at you then at the winged hero in shock. “Fuck, Kei, you’ve got a real freak on your hands,” he exhales in disbelief, earning a laugh from both of them at your expense. 

Then Keigo’s hands are spreading your asscheeks apart and his tongue is lapping at your puckered asshole. You’re whining and sobbing into the mattress, fingers clenching the comforter so tight that your knuckles turn pale. Then they switch, Dabi eating your ass while Keigo gulps down your pussy, giving you softer yet eager tongue flicks against your clit.

“You like this, baby?” he asks, his words muffled by his tongue in your little hole. “You like gettin’ both of your holes fucked? Mmm, I know you do. That body is tellin’ us everything we need to know.” And it is: you can’t stop tossing your ass back and grinding your hips into their mouths, desperate for more. When your orgasm begins to rise, it is intense and builds in your core, threatening to spill over.

“Oh, sh-sh-shit!” you squeal, pushing your ass and pussy into their faces. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! You’re both gonna make me cum!” 

“Do it then,” Dabi demands, now licking on your pussy. “Cum down my fuckin’ throat.” Keigo whines in protest, pulling away from your ass to busy himself stroking your clit with two fingers. “No, baby,” he mumbles. “Cum for me. Cum for your man…please?”

Both of them watch you as you cum all over yourself and them, filling their mouths with your taste. Your orgasm is intense; earth-shattering. It makes your body shake and quiver and stars explode behind your eyelids. A loud whine that you barely recognize as your voice escapes you as you let go of every bit of sanity and control you have left. 

When you’re finally done, the duo laps greedily at your juices, earning soft sighs and whimpers of protest in response to them overstimulating you. “Fuckin’ move, Dabi,” Keigo growls, growing impatient. “You’re hoggin’ all of her up! Don’t forget, you burnt bitch: that’s my pussy you’re eating.” You look back at them now, breathing heavily. Dabi pulls away from your cunt to chuckle at his friend, his lips shining with your juices. “Tell that to her. She seems like she likes this piercing an awful lot.” He spits his tongue out at Keigo, teasingly wiggling it at him. 

And then you get an awfully devious, nasty idea in your head at the sight of that sinful piercing: “Is this pierced too?” you innocently ask. The song switches now––“Touch It” by DVSN––and it immediately changes the atmosphere in the room to something way nastier and intimate than before.

Dabi and Keigo stare at you in silent awe, both clearly aroused by your change in demeanor. Dabi smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his crotch. “You tryna find out, baby doll?” he gravely asks, tracing a finger over your cheek. You shiver in delight at his touch. 

“Is your man okay with that?” he asks, questionably looking at Keigo. You look too, asking with your eyes. “Only if you’re okay with sharing,” he chuckles, “but something tells me you’re just as eager to see her take two dicks as I am.”

Seeing the look in his eyes and how ruffled his wings have gotten, you can tell he is worked up, so you hurry to coax him closer to you. Soon, they are both sitting on their knees above you while you sit low on your knees on the mattress, your feet curled underneath your butt. “You two are wearin’ way too much,” you sternly say. “I want both of you naked. Now.” 

They smirk at your bold request but hurry to fill it, fingers working at their flies and peeling off their tops. You help them each, damn near gasping at how much sexiness is in front of you once they’re down to their boxers.

Though they are both lean with hard muscle, toned arms, and bite-worthy thighs, they have their differences too: Keigo has smooth, tanned skin that is accentuated by the gold chain hanging from his neck and a few tattoos here and there inked across his skin.

Meanwhile, Dabi has pale skin that is inked with tatts and scarred and bumpy with burns and staples. He has nipple piercings that wink at you and a happy trail of white hairs that lead down to his toned V-line. “Not the prettiest sight, I know,” he lightly laughs, but you can tell he’s ashamed of the way he looks away from you. 

You make it your mission to make him feel otherwise. Standing higher up on your knees, you press your lips to his and stroke your hands over his stomach. “You’re so sexy,” you purr.

You turn to Keigo, pressing a hand to his chest to feel his heart beat against your fingertips. “Both of you are,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m such a lucky bitch.” They silently laugh, their eyes aglow with lust as you begin to work their boxers down with both hands. 

Then you’re faced with two big dicks in your face. Your eyes widen at the sight of Dabi, noticing how he curves upward and is slightly longer than Keigo. The cock head is an angry red, while Keigo’s is pinker, pre-cum dripping from the tip for you.

You have no idea how you’re going to handle both of them at the same time, but you surprise even yourself when you spit into your hands and begin to stroke them both, getting a feel of both of them in your hands.

Their soft moans coax you to continue, your body relishing the way they sound. “Such a big girl takin’ two big dicks at the same time,” Keigo hums, watching you stroke him and his best friend. 

Dabi watches too, his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the way you gently run your thumb across his head. “Careful now, baby bird,” Keigo chuckles. “He’s sensitive there.” The white-haired man glares at his friend though not as hostile because of how good your soft, little hand feels stroking his dick. “Fuck you,” he growls. 

“Just lookin’ out for you, bro,” Keigo chuckles. He takes a lockful of your hair and pulls your face back, making you look at him. As you softly gasp at the sensation of your hair being tugged back, Keigo’s cock twitches in your hand. “Now show our friend how good you are at suckin’ dick,” he demands with a smile.

You don’t hesitate to do so, quickly opening your mouth and swallowing Dabi’s dick. You suck, gargle, and gag on it. You lick from base to tip, stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his dick with your throat. Dabi is gobsmacked by how good you are, his hand gripping your hair and his pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head. He can’t get enough of how tight and wet your throat is, mumbling about it through heavy pants. 

“Go on, bro,” Keigo encourages him. “Fuck her up. Her throat is there for a reason.”

And so he does, thrusting into your tempting throat while you force yourself to take him, no matter how much your jaw aches and tears sting your eyes. You love seeing him feel good. You feel the same for Keigo when you switch to him next, taking him deep as he fucks your throat with slow, deliberate strokes that would no doubt draw long moans out of you if he were inside of you. 

You repeat this, alternating between stroking one and sucking the other, coating their cocks in your spit that collects in your mouth and drips down your chin. You stare into their eyes, adoring how they stare upon you so intensely, so lustfully. They each give you words of dirty praise though different.

Keigo is sweet, stroking your hair back as you take his cock. “Good girl,” he praises. “Such a good girl for me.” 

Meanwhile, Dabi’s praise is full of degradation as his hand yanks on your hair and his balls hit your chin. 

“Good fuckin’ slut,” he groans. “How are you so good at this shit?” He pulls out of your mouth suddenly, letting you breathe. “Open your mouth,” he demands. You do so, sticking your tongue out. He tilts your chin up before spitting a wallop of saliva into your mouth, much to your pussy’s delight. “Now spit it back on that dick,” he orders which you do, spitting it back onto his cock before slurping it up and letting it lube him up so it’s easier to take him into your throat again. 

Keigo yanks you back to him and sticks his cock back in your mouth, laughing at your surprised mewl. By this time, the song has changed and “OTW” by Jhene Aiko and Mila J is filling the bedroom. Keigo thrusts into your mouth according to the tempo, grinning at how you struggle with his long strokes. “Don’t stop now, cutie,” he chuckles. “You asked for this and now you’re gettin’ it. Don’t disappoint us.” The two evilly laugh at your expense, loving how hard you’re finding it to take a breath. 

And you are. The more dick you take, the more you’re finding it difficult to breathe or recover. Your mouth is coated in spit and your throat feels raw from it constantly being fucked…but it also feels damn good. You love that you’re the one making them feel good.

No one else.

This only becomes more real for you when Keigo feels himself getting close and slides out of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he grunts, but slows his hand down so he doesn’t pump cum in your face. “No, not yet. I need to be inside you for that.” 

Excitement zings through you. Finally! What you’ve been waiting for! “I’m cool with just fuckin’ her throat till I bust,” Dabi pants, lazily stroking his cock. “That is your girl, after all. And this feels way too good to give up.”

He is not just referring to your heavenly mouth and throat, but to your soft hands that leave the mattress every so often to stroke up and down his chest and stomach. He takes one of them and presses it to his lips, a change to his rough demeanor while he was fucking your face. 

 “Thanks, bro,” Keigo says with a grin “I’m dying to see how she’ll take all that cum down your throat.”

Dabi smirks, looking down at you looking absolutely wrecked (so far). “You think you’ve had two big dicks, baby doll?” he asks, grinning evilly at you. “You haven’t seen shit yet.”

You’re almost afraid to find out, but you know you’re too late to turn back now when Keigo positions you. He hikes your ass up and gives your ass a smack before his cock is sheathing inside of you without warning. 

You gasp, your mouth open wide at the searing pleasure you feel. Dabi takes advantage of this, sliding his cock back inside of your mouth and freely fucking your throat while Keigo begins to follow suit, following the same tempo his friend does: rough and hard.

Keigo grips your tits as they swing and your ass as it jiggles against him with every thrust. “How’s this, hm?” he teasingly asks. “How’s this for takin’ two cocks, huh?”

You mumble nonsense against Dabi’s cock, earning a panty laugh from your mutual friend. “Can’t even speak ‘cause both of your holes are filled to the brim,” he laughs. “I’d feel bad if your throat didn’t feel so fuckin’ good, shit…” 

He fucks your mouth a little faster, making his heavy balls slap against your chin and the bed creak with the force of two men fucking you at the same time. Your jaw begins to intensely ache with how much Dabi is filling your throat and you try to ease back to allow yourself some comfort, but Keigo takes that as you losing focus.

“C’mon, mama, don’t leave me out,” he pouts, giving your ass another sharp smack. “Throw that ass back for me. Fuck me back. Show me how much you love this.” And, like a little doll being controlled, you do so, tossing your ass back into him to shove his cock deeper inside of you. “There we go,” he moans. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect…our perfect girl.” 

You swear you nearly squirt when he says this. Being between them, getting your brains fucked out by them, you feel as if you are their perfect girl only. You are there to please them, and they you. You want this moment to last forever, but as their thrusts in unison begin to quicken and their moans intensify, you can tell that your end is about to be reached.

Keigo presses a kiss to your back, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. “We love you so much, y’know that?” he pants. “We fuckin’ adore you, Y/N.” 

“So much!” Dabi grunts, pulling out to tap his dick against your lips and chin. “You’re the best little slut for us.”

You whimper at their words, your pussy quivering and clenching around the big cock inside of you. “Think we can make her cum at midnight sharp, D?” Keigo chuckles, realizing that you’re close. “I wanna ring in the new year the right way.”

Dabi only mischievously grins, wordlessly agreeing to the naughty act of celebration. 

The song switches to something smooth and relaxing yet adds to the intensity of your end––“Sit On It” by Jazmine Sullivan and Ari Lennox––and it doesn't take long for the duo to begin to feel their orgasms coming.

“God fuckin’ dammit, I’m ‘bout to cum,” Dabi groans, feral and losing control. “Take me deep, baby doll. Deep down that slutty throat.” 

Keigo tugs on your hair as he grips your hip with the other hand, railing you into the mattress. “M’close too,” he warns. “I can tell you’re gonna cum too, baby bird. Are we gonna make that little pussy cum?”

His hand loops between your thighs to rub at your clit, each circle he makes with his fingers pushing you closer to the edge of no return. Dabi’s dick slips out of your mouth, letting you take a breath and utter your arrival.

“K-Kei!” you sob. “T-Touya, please! I’m gonna cum!” 

As the music plays, something breaks through to mingle with it: all around you––on the TV downstairs, outside your balcony, through the walls next door––people begin to countdown from ten till midnight. Till the new year. You were getting fucked so good that you nearly forgot it’s NYE. 

Ten. 

Nine.

“There’s the countdown,” Keigo moans, quickening his pace and nailing your G-spot again and again. “C’mon and cum with us, baby. We’ve got you. It’s okay.” 

Eight… 

Seven.

Six. 

Grunts, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill the bedroom as you get closer to your climax. “Cum, baby!” Keigo demands, gripping onto you tight as he pummels into your pussy. “Cum while I fill you up.” 

Five. 

Four. 

Three. 

“Cum all over that dick, baby doll,” Dabi growls into your ear as he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, prepared to fill it up. “Do it. Make us proud, Y/N.” 

Two. 

One. 

Zero.

Happy New Year!

Cheers, applause, and the sound of makeshift fireworks and poppers fill the tense air, making you feel as if all of this is happening because you’re cumming for your boys as much as they want you to. Because you're doing as they told you to.

As soon as the countdown reaches one, you gush around Keigo’s cock just as he fills you up, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass as he does.

Dabi joins you both, cumming down your throat, his deep, guttural grunts mixing with Keigo’s louder, high-pitched moans. You scream around Dabi’s cock as your orgasm takes your body and propels it through the skies.

You’re soaring, flying above the clouds. You feel like you could touch the stars with how good you feel. 

But just as quickly as it comes, it fades, deliciously so. You ride the wave for a couple of minutes with Keigo and Dabi whose thrusts slow and grow sloppier the more they try to chase that high.

“Fuck me,” Keigo sighs as he gently pulls out of your tight hole, groaning at how his cum drips out of you and down your thighs. You reach back to stroke the buttery-soft feathers of his wings, helping him ride out that wave of bliss, pleased with the soft whimpers he gives you.

Dabi slides out of your mouth, leaving cum and spit staining your lips and chin. He wipes it away with his thumbs, letting you suck on them when they linger close to your mouth. Keigo moves to pause his music, the air now filled with your soft panting and the muffled sounds from the TV and your neighbors. 

When your orgasm finally fades, you settle onto your elbows, finally able to rest. You feel achy and sore yet immensely satisfied. You can hardly believe it. You just had your first threesome with your boyfriend and childhood friend. “Wow,” you sigh. It’s all you can say.

Keigo grins down at you, sitting back on his hands, glinting in sweat and his semi-hard cock splayed out in front of you. “Right?” he chuckles. “That’s the only word to describe it. You alright, Dabi?” 

You look over to the ex-villain who is lying on his back next to you, looking content. “Never better,” he softly sighs. “I haven’t came that hard in ages.”

Keigo sniggers, winking at him. “Told you she’s good,” he chuckles and the fact that he’s talked about your skills makes you flush.

“Never did I think I’d fuck my boyfriend and my friend at the same time,” you giggle, mostly at the absurdness of it. Talk about ending the night with a bang. 

“And now you’re about to cuddle with ‘em,” Keigo adds. Dabi side eyes him to which Keigo returns it. “What? Do emotionally damaged, bad boys not like cuddles?” He snuggles in next to you on your right, helping you turn around so you’re facing his chest and handsome face.

You look back at Dabi, hoping your backside and puppy dog eyes will reel him in. “Please, Dabi?” you innocently beg, staring up at him through your lashes. 

Fortunately, your ass and eyes win him over. “Such a baby,” he sighs with an eye roll, but snuggles up behind you anyway, his hand laying lazily on your thigh. “You need to stop spoilin’ her so damn much, bird brain,” he criticizes Keigo who laughs, having no intention of stopping.

For a while, the three of you lay in complete silence, no words needed. Dabi strokes up and down your side, starting from your hip to your calve and back up again. Keigo presses kisses to your cheek and forehead, his fingers drawing shapes on your back. You press a hand to his beating heart and play with his necklace, breathing in both his and Dabi’s mingling scents.

“This was so, so nice,” you hum, content and satisfied. “Thank you both so much for this. I love you both so much.”

Keigo presses another chaste kiss to your cheek, his touch as soft as a butterfly’s wings. “And we love you too,” he murmurs into your hair. Dabi doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. The kiss he leaves on your shoulder blade is all the confirmation you need that the feeling is mutual. 

Knock, knock, knock!

You startle, jumping out of your skin as you and the boys look toward the bedroom door. Keigo shields you with his wings immediately, your entire body covered with red feathers. 

“And I love y’all too,” Rumi calls through the door, "but you freaky motherfuckers woke me up! And I missed the countdown! At least wake me up with your fucking before midnight!” 

You, Keigo, and Dabi silently look at each other before erupting into laughter. “Sorry, cottontail,” Keigo laughs despite Rumi cussing outside the bedroom door. “Oh, and before we forget…” 

He and Dabi slowly move in and each press a kiss to your cheeks. “Happy New Year,” they say in unison. 

THE END. 

[atereaste]

Can you please do headcannons or a fic of Y/N, Bella, Abby, Or Ellie (you pick) moving into a new apartment. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. 🥰

NEW APARTMENT

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem reader

Sypnosis: you and Ellie move into your new apparent with the help of your parents and Joel.

Warnings: Pure Fluff

A/N: I absolutely LOVEEE this idea so imma do it with all three of them starting with my bugaboo Ellie this fanfic will be based off the song New Apartment by Ari Lennox sorry if it’s short and rushed might make another part of this.

“You ready Bae?” Ellie asks as you look at them before smiling at her. You and Ellie are finally moving in with each other it was Ellie’s idea since she was tired of Joel just barging in whenever he felt like it. And your house wasn’t even better cause your parents were obsessed with telling Joel everything or just embarrassing y’all in general.

“Yea I am,” you say before turning around and seeing your parents exiting the elevator with a box in their hand “Then unlock the door bae” Ellie stated pointing at the lock you nod your head before entering the key into the lock but not turning it you breath in…out…in…out before turning the lock and opening the door to your new apartment.

You, Ellie, and your parents enter with awe “You guys live here?” This is beautiful!” Your mother states placing a box down you turn to her and smile “I didn’t think it would be this big” you say as Ellie looks at her phone looking at the pictures she got sent of the apartment. “Weird it doesn’t say anything about their being a second floor” she spoke before showing you the pictures.

“Well, this is quite nice,” a voice from behind you spoke you and Ellie turn around and is met with Joel with a box in his hand and a smile on his face. “Place that box over there” you point at the entrance of what you think and hope is the kitchen. Joel nods before walking over and placing the box down “Ellie, come help me with these boxes” Joel says as Ellie groans before following him out of the door.

You smile before turning to your parents who just walk around looking at the empty apartment. “I feel like with the help of the five of us we could be done by tonight and I know everybody will be exhausted so thank your mother I made Soup Joumou” (a Haitian dish with Squash, beef, potatoes, and vegetables) your mother says grabbing ahold of your shoulders you smile before hugging her. “Thank you momma oh what would I do without you” you beamed as she rolls her eyes. “Probably dead,” your father says as you laugh.

“Y/N you are the smartest human being on earth I never knew you could order your furniture and schedule what day you want it delivered,” Ellie says coming in with a big box and Joel right behind her. You walk over to the box observing it “It’s our couch Ellie!” You squeal as your father snickers taking the big box away from Ellie and placing it in the living room so he can build it.

“Ellie let’s look around,” you ask grabbing her hand and pulling her around y’all’s new apartment. Everything was beautiful empty but beautiful the bathroom was big enough for the two of you to be in it at the same time. Ellie’s office was something she liked very much “I could make this my man cave,” she says as you blankly stare at her. “But you’re not- y’know what never mind” Ellie snickers before looking at door you walk over to it seeing another bathroom connected to it. “You get your own bathroom ugh lucky,” you say as Ellie smiles.

“Wow look at this bedroom Ellie,” You say as you spin around in complete awe Ellie stays by the door with a smile on their face just looking at you fangirl “Look Ellie look we have a walk-in closet!” You scream as you turn to your girlfriend just staring at you. “I love you, Ellie,” you say walking over to her to hug her she smiles before kissing your forehead “I love you too Y/N let’s go down and finish helping them,” she says as you nod your head.

—

“Y/N go downstairs and grab the food from out of my car,” your mother says as Joel turns to your mother “I brought some food as well cause I thought we would be too exhausted to cook,” he says as he hands Ellie his keys. “Well I guess we gonna have a feast,” you say walking out the door with Ellie to go to your parent's car “and leftovers” you smile as you enter the elevator with Ellie “I hope you know that my parents gonna wanna come over a lot now that we have our own apartment now” you state as Ellie nods her head.

“Joel will as well,” she says as you leave the elevator and walk to the lobby you stop Ellie and point to the door seeing two people standing there waving with stuff in their hands “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Ellie says walking over to the door to open it to reveal you and Ellie’s friends, Dina and Jesse. “Hi my two little love birds,” Dina says with a big smile on her face and with a cafe box in her hand “I bought a new apartment cake to celebrate your new apartment!” She adds opening the box to show you and Ellie.

“Jesse bought apple cider cause why not,” She says as you smile at your friend follow you out the apartment lobby and to the car “Thank you, Dina, but you really didn’t have to do that” you commented as Dina scoffs slightly offended “I did your my best friend, of course, I’m gonna buy you a home warming gift, which Jesse has in the car just say thank you damn it” you snicker before picking up the big crockpot filled with Soup Joumou “Thank you Dina” you say closing your parents car door and locking it. “Your welcome now let's hurry I wanna see the apartment,” she says as you roll your eyes at your friend. “it's not quite done yet,” you say as she also rolls her eyes.

“I don’t judge, who am I to judge anybody I still live with my parents” Dina stated walking into the elevator with you. “speaking of them how are they?” You ask Dina’s parents love you they think of you as their child so when you told them about you moving into your very own apartment they were happy for you. “see Dina I wish you were more like Y/N” her mother says in a playful tone Dina rolls her eyes at her mother as you bust into a laughing fit. “She wants to come visit someday,” Dina says as you nod your head.

You open the door to your apartment as Dina gasps in awe at the apartment slowly coming together. “Y/N hand the crockpot to me so I can plug it in,” your mother says taking the pot away from you and placing it on the counter. “What did you bring Joel?” You ask washing your hands in the sink he removes the foil from the food he made “Brisket sandwiches, Tuna Casserole, banana pudding, and then Ellie help me with the cornbread” he says as you nod at what he said.

“I bought a cake and Jesse bought apple cider,” Dina says once again but to your parents who take the cake and Cider from Dina and Jesse “Sit, Sit” Your mother orders as everyone crowds around the dining room table. “Ellie, I got y’all a home warming gift,” Jesse says holding a box in his hand. he hands it to Ellie as she thanks him and unwraps it you glance over at the thing in Ellie’s hand “No way a PS5!” She yells excitedly.

“You shouldn’t have!” Ellie says as Jesse smiles at his friend Fangirl over her gift “Y/N now we can play shit together!” She says as you nod your head thanking your mother who placed Soup Joumou and another plate for Joel’s food down. “We should have dinners like this every Sunday night” Joel requests as your father nods in agreement “I don’t see a problem with it,” Ellie says.

“Of course, you don’t you don’t even know how to cook” you comment as Ellie rolls her eyes at what you said “You can always teach her,” your mother says taking Ellie’s side you scoff. “please I’ve tried plenty of times but every time I do she somehow manages to fuck up everything they touch” You add as Joel laughs and Ellie doesn’t say anything. “But don’t worry Ellie not everybody is good at these types of things” you smile as Ellie sticks her tongue out at what you said. “I remember when Ellie burnt a cup of noodles because she forgot to add water,” Jesse says as the table erupts with laughter “Jesse really? You’re supposed to side with me!”

“Sorry dude, not my fault you can’t cook” he adds as Dina nods her head before adding something. “She put two eggs in the microwave once and when she when to cut it it exploded in her face” you laugh at what Dina says as your parents interrupt. “When does your bed set get here?” Your father asks as you shrug your shoulders. “Tomorrow probably” you answer as he nods his head “We made a pad on the floor with our sheets and shit so we are set for right now,” Ellie says stuffing her face with food. Your mother nods before giggling “Y’all’s back gonna hate y’all” she says as you and Ellie look at each other.

“Don’t worry about it though it shouldn’t hurt THAT bad” she says with a sarcastic tone in her voice. Just make sure you place a lot of blankets down and you should be good” Dina adds in

—

You and Ellie say goodbye to your friends and family and cleaning up the mess left behind and placing the gifts given by your parents, Joel, and your friend away. “Finally the two of us,” Ellie says changing out of her clothes you two decided on sleeping in the living room since the couch was big enough for you guys to lay down on you guys decided comfort was better than discomfort.

“I’m exhausted!” You yawn as Ellie walks out with a sports bra and boxers on “same” Ellie says sitting up on the couch and reaching for her computer to find a movie to watch. “This was the best decision that we have ever made” you whisper trying to fight sleep Ellie smiles caressing your shoulders. Picking out a movie she places it on the box you guys are using as a table for right now. “I’m glad we are gonna spend all of our time together,” she says as she moves you over slightly to lay down with you.

“Tomorrow the stuff you order for your office comes” Ellie nods her head before looking at the ceiling. “I love you, Ellie,” you say closing your eyes before dozing off “I love you too princess we have a long day tomorrow,” she says before focusing on the movie playing.

Welp another request done I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ bellaxellie.

[venusincleo]

Time.

Warnings: MDNI • Explicit • Aaron Pierre x Black!Reader, teasing, slight edging, oral & fingering (fem receiving), DDLG kink/BDSM, slight?switch aaron, self!insert, omniscient POV and more...

Summary: You and Aaron have been in a long distance relationship for three months, as you reside in your cozy home in Seattle, and he stays in Los Angeles for work. Only ever having a quick day trip for quality time between your busy schedules, a long awaited break comes up on both of your calendars; three days and two nights at the end of a long week. Finally having the opportunity to see each other face to face, you enjoy a weekend of deeper, more intimate moments.

Word Count: 5.3k [I got carried away.🧍🏾‍♀️]

A/N: Part Two maybe?... let me know 🫣

• • •

Glasses clink between the four beings at the table, smiles and knowing looks move along each face as you gaze at your closest friends. Jade-green, feline eyes stared at you through natural black lashes, examining your demeanor as you commented on the subject of conversation; your Alma Mater’s recent Homecoming. He wasn’t that interested in the topic to be frank. 

Aaron was originally reluctant to agree to the nightcap, but when you insisted that the people you were closest to wanted to meet him, he felt the need to oblige you. He would get you to himself soon enough.

The ambivalence he held toward the conversation didn’t stop him from listening when you spoke, memorizing the words as if he would suddenly understand the intricacies of such a place like an HBCU. 

His eyes move away from your face as he settles into his seat, and his attention goes to the atmosphere of the jazzy establishment. The penthouse lounge was airy and spacious, mimicking the deep blue night, with its own stars to match. The celestial chandeliers lit the bar in the very middle of the large room romantically, with dim lamps atop each table that could put anything in a golden light. 

“And why would they ever put Beyoncé on the flyer? We know she ain’t gon’ be there! Put the actual performers.” Your sister Valerie added, shaking her head as she sipped on her lemon drop. You weren't blood related in any sense, but she was your ride-or-die by all means. 

You purse your lips at her comment knowingly, and take a sip of your wine.

“Girl, you know they love to act like they ain’t got no money. So, they’re baiting the people who are gullible enough to buy the ticket off the strength of her face chile.” Val nods quickly and points at you in agreement, a quick ‘Yup’ leaving her lips. Your other friend, Ryan, laughs at your interaction and shakes his head.

“And that’s why I ain't going. Spelhouse is having Ari Lennox and…”

“We know how you feel about Ari Lennox.” You and Valerie say in unison, teasing your longtime friend. He shrugs his shoulders unashamed of his near obsession, and Val laughs while she turns toward Aaron’s stoic form.

“Who’ you been listening to, Aaron?” She directs the conversation to him, and he looks straight at her with his answer ready on his lips.

“Oh, I’m more of a Sade type of guy.” The London accent infused in his soft tone causes you to look up at him, the wine affecting your every sense. As your eyes reach his side profile, you can’t help but to examine him from the top of his black curls down to his pretty face and then his plump pink lips. He continued to talk about his playlist and you were just…stuck. 

How could someone look and sound so sexy while talking about music artists? It definitely helped that you were an all-encompassed music lover, and couldn’t do much without a song in the background. You loved that the both of you connected over that, and it made you listen even more whenever he spoke about a new song or album he was getting into. 

“Honestly Y/N put me on to a lot of what’s in my rotation right now.” When you hear your name, you nearly snap out of your daze but then his eyes meet yours and you blink back the need to compliment him as nastily as you thought you should. He can see the growing lust in your eyes and a small smile rises to his lips for the first time tonight, one of his hands reaching your lap.

“I’m honing his ear, ya’ll.” You joke, pulling your eyes away from him. Any more staring and you would turn into a puddle right there. Valerie laughs slightly, and begins to go on about a  recent album she really loved while the man beside you zones in on your mannerisms.

Even as the conversation trudges on, Aaron recognizes your slight avoidance, something you made a habit of when he started to really turn you on. Maybe you didn’t want to seem too forward, or you were refraining for yourself. Either way, he understood because he was similar to you in that way. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable in your expression with him; sexual or otherwise.

But, he almost couldn’t help himself, his hand squeezing at your plush thigh through your silk dress. A breath hitches in your throat and you glance at him, the warmth of his hand through the fabric on your skin a bit too much to bear in your inebriation. As you lay your hand over his, he turns his head to look in your eyes and a jump reaches your core. All you can think of is what it would be like to have his veined hand up your dress and inside of your panties, soothing the hardened bulb between your thighs.

You can barely move, completely intoxicated by your thoughts and the man who was staring directly into your soul, seemingly watching them with you. 

From across the table, Ryan pays attention to the alluring energy between you and your man, the sexual tension horribly intense. Heat rises in his face as he thinks of the possibility that you and Aaron may become more serious than he had hoped.

He’s not the first man to come around. He thought. But when he saw the way you two spoke to each other with no words between you, fear rose in his heart that maybe –just maybe– Aaron would be the last. Your last first. 

Ryan’s fingers tap lightly against the bare wooden table, and then, he clears his throat to try and break your concentration. Seeing the both of you unphased, his bruised ego heightens his audacity, and he speaks.

“So… how does this work? Her love language is physical touch and ya’ll are never together.” He directs his question to Aaron but both of your eyes break contact to look at Ryan simultaneously. Your hands don’t leave one another’s for a moment as you take in his question.

“She has one of my sweaters that she sleeps with.” Instinctively, you run one of your manicured hands up his arm, squeezing at the toned muscle of his bicep as he replies to your friend. “We make sure we don’t miss a beat on communication…And then we plan visits like this.”

“But is that enough?” Ryan doesn’t process the answer at all. “What if she absolutely needs a hug? Then all she has is us like she’s always had…” Valerie sips on her drink silently now, thinking that Ryan is just being an interrogative friend. You could feel the venom in his questions though, and even in your struggle to figure out what it was, he seemed to have a point he wanted to make.

“Or, what if she needs some? She’s all lonely at home and you're at work, states away.” Your face begins to contort with confusion at his question, unease settling in from his suggestive tone. Why the hell would he be thinking about that?

Before you can even wrap your mind around the moment, Aaron’s arm stiffens in your hand, and you look up at his face to see a clench in his jaw. He takes a deep breath, and releases it in a soft sigh, which seems to calm him a little. But the comfort that he previously had never returns to the table.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but…” He runs a hand over his facial hair as he hesitates with his answer, not wanting to put your business out there. But truly, the only person at the table who didn’t know the answer was Ryan.

“She calls me.” 

Flashes of just one of you and Aaron’s horny FaceTime calls fill your mind, and you look away from his face quickly. Your whole body is hot with the continued memory of hearing his breathy groans mixed with the light squelching of his large hand around his shaft, pulling to his oblivion for only your eyes to see.

“And…what?” As Ryan pushes and pries for more of your intimate relationship details, you finally sit up from your comfortable lean in your seat and look him in the eyes.

“Ryan, that’s enough!” Your voice raises just a bit as you assert your lamentation. “None of this is any of your concern… What the fuck is wrong with you?” You tilt your head to the side as an attitude fills your body. 

“To be honest, it’s quite obvious that you wanted to be the answer to all of your questions.” Aaron squints his eyes in Ryan’s direction and you can feel anger breathing down your neck.

You looked down at the table as you tried to breath through this emotion, but you just felt…blindsided. A friendship that you held on to for so many years…and now it was obvious that there were possibly secret feelings brewing this whole time. 

Valerie can feel the heat radiating off of you, and she knows that it’s only a matter of time before you snap. 

“Hey, Y/N, I think this is just a misunderstanding.” She tries to talk you down but you don’t even meet her eyes, you are so livid. 

“Ryan, maybe you should apologize.” Val turns to her friend, who she is also shocked by at the moment. Her limbs are static at the awkward silence that has fallen between all of you.

“Aaron, I’m ready to go.” You alert him, and almost instantly, your gentle giant is rising from his seat to fulfill your request. His large hand is held out for you to take, and you do so, following him out of the lounge and into the elevator that would take you to the lobby on the ground floor.

• • •

Finally in your car, Aaron is still tense from the unexpected interaction with your college friend. He was under the impression that your folks would have had a positive view on you guy’s relationship, but he stood corrected. With about twenty minutes left on the drive back to your place, you both had a bit of time to process the conversation.

“He’s mouthy.” Aaron complains as he sits comfortably in the driver’s seat of your car, which was still adjusted for his tall frame. His gravelly voice feigned apathy but you could just tell that he was not happy. 

“I’m sorry about him. I’ve never seen him so…overprotective.” You try to wrap your mind around the possibility that Ryan could have felt whatever he was feeling towards you for all of the years that you had been friends. But nothing seems to truly make sense.

Just as your words registered in your man’s mind, his attention averted from the road in front of him and he turned his head in your direction.

“If that’s what you call overprotective…He’d been asking invasive ass questions all night. I’m surprised he even let you leave.” He expressed, his shoulders slightly raised with the tension in his words. Your eyes squint at his charming face as you realize what he said. Let me?

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You ask. Straight-forward. You seldom ever disagreed with Aaron, but this time he was hinting at something that was already working your nerves.

With a deep breath, Aaron can sense the tone in your voice, and he mentally curses himself for getting you even a little riled up. 

“I’m just saying,” He begins, his voice steady as it was when you saw him for the first time earlier today. “I think he has a thing for you.” 

As his calm words filter through your mind, you venture into your memories to think of the dynamic you’ve had with your friend. He was the first one you made on your Alma Mater’s campus, and a writer, just like you but in a bit of a different way. A journalist. You always had such a close knit relationship; you shared your best laughs and biggest dreams with Ryan. 

But then, you realize how you’ve never seen him with anybody. Not one romantic interest. 

You had originally thought that was because of his workaholic tendencies, but today’s events had you thinking differently. He did seem a little territorial at the lounge. A sigh leaves your lips as you try to put these new thoughts out of your mind and then you rethink a point you wanted to make to the strong-willed man beside you.

“And let’s get one thing straight.” Aaron gives you a glance as he continues to focus on the road, but your eyes stay on him as you speak. “You can be jealous, that’s human. But nobody ‘lets me’ do anything.” The attitude eases off of your lips effortlessly for it being the first time you beckoned it with him. But it doesn’t seem to phase him too much, he just fixes his full lips to agree. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

The rest of your ride is smooth and quiet. A mumble of a tune can be heard from the low-playing radio station, and the heat is on just enough to push the cold of the budding fall night away. 

When you get to your apartment, neither of you say a word, but you wait for him to get to your door just like you had all day. Aaron promptly grabs the handle of the passenger side, and you get out of the seat gracefully, steadying your Saint Laurent heels on the concrete beneath you. Your hand instinctively reaches for his bicep as he closes your door and he leads you up to your apartment.

Warmth allows you to settle into your space, and you ease into your kitchen as you have many times before. Your hand reaches into your cupboard for two rose-tinted wine glasses, which are free of any stem, and you set them on your island as you turn to your refrigerator. From the enclosed appliance, you grab your favorite wine and pull at the already opened cork.

Aaron watches you intently, hoping you’ll say something, anything to break the silence.

“You want some?” You gesture the chilled bottle in front of your chest and he gazes at you with a tingling fascination. 

“Yes, please.” He answers you surely, and you resort to pouring both of you an even glass of the deep red alcohol. As you round out his glass, Aaron chuckles to himself and you peer up at his light eyes to catch his thoughts.

“Love is complicated, huh?” He grins boyishly in your direction, his lips raising over his bright teeth as he waits for your agreement.

“Mm.” You hum contrarily and turn on your heels to put the empty bottle of wine on the counter next to your fridge for later disposal. When you face Aaron again, you wrap your hand around your glass and bring it close to your lips.

“Well, I only want you.” You take a sip of your sweet, warm-noted delicacy and continue looking at your man. “It doesn’t get much simpler for me than that.” The tall specimen before you takes a large gulp of his wine, and your eyes dilate instantly as he licks the brief stain of the alcohol from his pink lips.

“Agreed.” 

Hoping to hide the growing lust in your eyes, you raise your glass and drink again, and Aaron watches you this time. His eyes scan you closely, picking up on the heightened speed that your chest rises and falls. Naturally, his focus shifts to your breasts, down the valley between them and then to both nipples, which are hardening by the second with your arousal. 

You set the half-empty glass down on the counter in front of you, and his lovely green eyes mimic the clear waters of a tropical island as they dart back up to yours. Deep, soulful brown eyes stare back at him as you take in a deep breath and release it through your nose. Quickly, Aaron walks around the island counter to meet you, his wine still in hand. Without missing a beat, he follows your steps as you turn around to watch his next movements, both of you toe to toe now.

As your pretty orbs peer up at him widely, his large, kept hand finds its way to your face. A delicate caress of his thumb against your cheek sends a trembling breath from between your lips, and heat rises in your face at the contact. Wanting to wait no longer, Aaron trails his gaze down to your mouth, and seamlessly places his over yours.

The kiss was molasses on your lips; slow, sweet, warm. He confidently parted the edges of his pucker to make way for his tongue, prompting you to do the same and graze him in a lovely tale of destiny. The taste of wine only deepened the thump of the pulse between your thighs, and soon you could feel the moisture pooling in your laced Victoria Secret thongs again. 

Aaron kissed you like he was giving you a gift. As if he wanted you to remember every detail. His attention to the kiss made you a complete mess, breathless in the very best way. And once he pulled back from you, your lowered eyes gave you away instantly. 

Curious eyes guided his pointer finger to the space under the spaghetti strap of your left shoulder, and as he readied himself to pull it off, he paused and placed a kiss along your heated skin. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, looking up at you vividly. You nod quickly, a sharp inhale lacing your lips, and then, your word.

“Yes…” Near to a whisper, but audible to his seeking ear. Another second and he took both straps from your shoulders, watching as the silk fabric folded atop itself, then stopped at the round of your d-cup breasts. An index finger between your breasts is all he uses to pull the plunge down even more, revealing your bare bosom. His mouth waters at the sight of your perfect tits and he reaches for one, squeezing at the pillowy flesh. 

Finally, his thick tongue meets your sensitive skin and his lips wrap around your nipple to suck at it passionately. A breath hitches in your throat as you feel his mouth deliver a soft pleasure, and though you want to moan you bite at your lip to muffle the sound. The vibration of your vocal cords alerts Aaron to keep going, and he pops your breast from between his lips to give some attention to the other. 

This time you can’t contain yourself and you allow a whimper to escape your mouth, then you bring a hand to the back of Aaron’s head to guide him on. With swirling eyes, he stares up into your lowered ones, and outlines your areola with his tongue before he enveloped the bulb with his lips once more. 

Then, he raised his face back parallel to yours and delivered a silken peck to your lips. His eyes taunted you as he stepped away from your blazen body, looking you up and down in your initial ruin.

“Finish your wine.” 

Your hand couldn’t move quick enough as you grabbed your glass from its place on the counter behind you. Three swift gulps ended the drink off abruptly, and Aaron smiled at your zeal, but that didn’t stop him from taking slow gulps of his lasting alcohol to keep the night at his pace. 

Once he guzzles the very last drop from your pretty wine glass he sets it down right next to the one you just finished. Then, he holds out his hand for you, which you dotingly fulfill, allowing him to lead you to your bedroom. 

Steady steps into your dark room prompts Aaron to feel along the wall for your light switch, flicking it on when he finds it. Your eyes fall upon your perfectly made bed, and then your mind travels to the thought of it disheveled due to your pleasure.

Aaron releases your hand, and stands before you with eyes that know exactly what he wants.

"Take off your dress."

Another demand that you answered with absolutely no protest. Eager hands pulled down your silk slip dress, and as it fell around your heels, Aaron began to crouch before you. One of his gentle hands wraps around your calve and the other moves your dress from the space around your feet.

Free from hazard, he lifts one of your feet cautiously, and you steady yourself on his shoulders as he uses a thumb to push the strap of the heel down. Slowly, intentionally, he takes your shoes off, and plants several feather-light kisses on your calves and up your thighs.  

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his mouth decorating your skin with small declarations of desire. His gentle hands then trail up the back of your legs as he raises to a standing position, then he takes his hands from your body altogether. 

Withdrawal was an understatement. You didn’t expect to be so out of it, so quickly. But his touch. Oh, his touch. And those eyes? Gahdamn.

“D’you remember the safe word we came up with?” His husky voice taunts you, calls to your core with a siren song no one has ever sung before. Just him. 

You’re a little too shook to even answer him, and very quickly he recognizes that he already has you where he wants you. A cocky grin curls at his lips and he brings a hand to your chin to get your attention.

“Huh, princess?” You blink slowly, and then nod as the word comes to the forefront of your brain from one of those infamous FaceTimes.

“Mars.” He looks over your flushed face, and then lets your chin go as he takes a step back.

“Mhm. And what did I tell you to call me?” His large hands reach under his shirt to unbuckle his belt and your eyes follow his quick and certain movements. 

“Papa, Dada or Sir.” He wraps his crisp leather belt around his hand, and your eyes dart from the thick fabric to his eyes, that are already looking over at you. 

“Our main rules?”

“Never say no to Papa, only yes, not ‘yeah’. No back talk unless told otherwise. No touching myself without permission.” 

Aaron nods his head to your correct recollection of the rules you both agreed on and his Chelsea boots click against the floor as he navigates to his bag that is sitting on your dresser. Quietly, he shuffles through a burgundy satin drawstring bag, and your curiosity is piqued when he grabs something from the bag then sets it down along with his belt. 

“I don’t intend to try too much tonight,” He began, holding up a pair of vegan leather cuffs that you told him you were eyeing after an intense conversation about DDLG play. “But I did bring these.” 

Your breathing picks up at the thought of him placing those leather cuffs around your wrists and having his way with you. So sweetly, so softly. And then so deep that you can barely take a full breath. You bite your lip absentmindedly and he takes heed of your tell, bringing them over to your bed before he stands in front of you again.

“We’ll leave those for later.” He acknowledged tossing them behind you. As your chocolate brown eyes peer up at him in anticipation, he can’t help but look over your beautiful face, and then your curvaceous body. His skin continued to heat up with the thought of finally touching you the way he knew you wanted, and the sounds that you would make when you felt all that he wanted you to feel. 

Hurried hands rush to the hem of his shirt, and he pulls the true black fabric off of his body, letting it fall to the floor as he brings himself close to you. Those same hands pull you into his hold, tenderly, allowing your chests to meet in an almost overwhelming warmth. At this point your panties are soaking wet, and your throbbing cunt has become the default for whenever you are in Aaron’s presence. 

Just waiting for the word, you bring your arms around his neck, and as your manicured fingers play in the short curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes flutter in delight. One of his spots. His thick shaft fights against his black dress pants, begging to meet you for the first time. You can feel his print press against your abdomen and he breathes harder at the thought of contact. 

As he’s finally ready to put an end to the anticipation, or to begin at least, he brings his face close to yours and allows his lips to tease them for just a second. Warm, wine-ridden breath plays at your lips and nose as your eyes lower even more. But he still doesn’t give in. He wraps a strong hand around your neck, only applying pressure where safe, and then his lips meet the supple skin beside his thumb. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you process his roughness, his soft kisses and his hard dick against you. Sneakily, you bring a dainty hand to the fortress of his pants, feeling just how thick he was through the fabric separating him from you. A moan eases from your throat as you caress him and he hums at the faint sensation.

“Please…” You whisper, knowing that he most likely had a plan for the night, and nervous that you would ruin it. 

“Please what, princess.” He rasps against your skin, as he goes back to delivering torturous kisses. You breathe in a hollow breath, and then answer him.

“Please fuck me, Papa.” Your hand squeezes around his girth through his pants and he stops what he’s doing to look you in your eye. The desperation in your orbs causes him to hum with a grudging remembrance of his list for the night. He wanted so badly to give you what you begged so nicely for. But if he wanted you to have something substantial to hold on to while you were states and hours away, he’d have to stick to his guns.

With a hungry kiss to your yearning lips, he steps back from you and his eyes caress your body.

“Not yet.”

When his eyes finally made their way back to yours he glanced at the bed behind you and gestured for you to move.

“Get on the bed.” A step back was all it took for your legs to meet the cool bedding atop your mattress, and you lower yourself to sit and then lay along your queen-sized bed. 

He stared down at you from his stature, and brought his hands to the front of his pants to unfasten and unzip the closure, his dick protruding over the unzipped edges as he stood there. You watched as he rubbed his large hand over his thickness and your pussy tightened around nothing, causing you to whine at the uncomfortable sensation.

“Pa…” You drag on, getting very weary of this waiting game. Knowing just what you were wanting, Aaron stepped forward and pressed his clothed pelvis against your lace, feeling the give of your damp panties. It didn’t take long for him to reach to the sides of the thin garment, and tug them from your thick thighs, revealing the overwhelming supply of natural lubrication at your entrance. 

Aaron raised the soiled fabric to his nose and his eyes rolled closed as he took in your earthy, sweet scent. A growl exits his vocal cords, and he stuffs the panties in his left pocket, happy to now have a souvenir of his own to keep. 

Kneeling at the edge of your bed, he instantly used his wide tongue to lap up your delicacy. When he had ingested all the sticky elixir that you supplied, he started at making some more. With his mouth open fully, he placed his lips within the well of your labia, sucking on you like there was nothing else he’d rather do. 

His strong hands parted your legs on either side of you, allowing him full access to his new favorite treat. As he caught his rhythm and really got into it, he pulled up to watch a string of his spit follow his tongue away from you, and then he leaned back in to devour you thoroughly.

A throaty moan left your lips as you reached a hand down to his head to encourage him to keep going. Humming against you, he nestles his face in your pussy proudly, sucking and licking to your audible delight.

“Fu-fuck!” Your body begins to tremble in response to his zealous efforts, and though it was instinct to close your legs at such pleasure, Aaron’s strength didn’t really leave that as an option. You squirm underneath his secure hold on you, and he can tell that you’re close as you cry out the sexiest wail of pleasure he’s ever heard. 

To push you even further, he rubs his middle and forefinger into the mess of spit and your slick that he created, and he pushes them into your tightness. Forefinger first, and then both, he strokes straight in a couple times and then he turns his hand upward, using a ‘come hither’ motion. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your spine arches through your upward spiral of pure energy.

“Ohh…” You call out, amongst the ridiculous squelching that is produced from him fingering you so deliberately. Aaron can’t help but to groan at the sounds you make, biting his lip as he gets you all the way to your peak. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and you open your eyes to meet him, your whimpers driving him wild.

“Mmh. You gon’ cum for me baby?” His English accent falters just a little as he focuses on your nut, and everything that it’s taking to get you there. Before you can even respond, speechless at his skill, Aaron wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking as he strokes his long fingers into your dripping cunt. Your drawn out cry fills the room, and your body shakes at the orgasm that is breaking through you. 

It doesn’t seem to end. The more you dripped onto his fingers, he stroked even more precisely, and the louder your sounds got. At this point you were damn near screaming bloody murder, and you were sure you’d get a not-so-polite knock at your door tomorrow morning. But for now, it felt too good to be quiet. He had to know how good he was doing you, and you’d tell him all night.

Another true climax runs all of the energy you had out of your system, leaving you too weak to protest. But, Aaron seemed to get the hint, noticing the flutter of your eyelids, and limp yet awake body. You thought you’d be able to handle a full night, but you were only finishing fourplay and depleted. What the fuck?

Opting to make himself your personal cleaner for the night, Aaron softly licks away any remnants of your screaming, leg-shaking orgasm and kisses your inner thigh just barely. Your chest heaves up and down as you try and catch your breath, eyes lower than they’d ever been before. 

Seeing you worn out like this made Papa proud, of course. But he was still dealing with a boulder between his legs that he didn’t really want to handle alone. As the gentleman he is though, Aaron raises himself from his kneeling position and climbs on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your shivering body. 

Once you feel his warmth, you snuggle into his toned chest, your eyes closed and your mind completely empty. Just as you get comfy though, and begin to drift off into la-la-land, you hear Aaron’s soft resolve in your ear.

“Imma let you rest, but we’re not done, princess.”

Part Two [ii]

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The Sweetest Beat - Set 5

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma, Intense Feral Megumi.

READER DISCRETION ADVISED: HEAVY Noncon/Dubcon Please DO NOT proceed if that triggers you. Yes, I'm so extra. Ha! This is the Megumi I want to royally f*ck up my life honey. I couldn't find him in fics so I created him myself. Brace yourself.

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Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶ 5TH SET LIST Best Part – Daniel Caesar/H.E.R. Sweet Tea – Snoh Aalegra I’ll Kill You – Summer Walker (Feat. Jene Aiko) Daddy Issues – The Neighbourhood Luchini AKA This is It – Camp Lo Low – Sza Getting’ In The Way – Jill Scott Right? – Mammoth WVH Got The Life – Korn There, There – Radiohead Stellar – Incubus No Interruptions – Chris Brown Kascade – Animals As Leaders Optimist – Mammoth WVH Little By Little – Radiohead Heaven’s Here – Robert Glasper (feat. Ant Clemons) Up Late – Ari Lennox Damage – H.E.R. Blue Dream – Jene Aiko Comfortable – H.E.R.

It was so nice to finally be finished.

Under normal circumstances, you’d likely stay to enjoy the atmosphere, watch them take pictures, and maybe even go to the reception. However, your excitement about spending the rest of the day with Mr. Wonderful trumped that.

The bride and groom were a couple who happened to be out one evening a while back, and heard you perform this same song at another event with your dad.

They were adorable and sweet, and you just had to be sure to thank them for their request, especially since they had inadvertently created another moment for you that you’d end up holding dear to your heart. You chose to hang around about thirty minutes longer. As

Best Part – Daniel Caesar + H.E.R.

resonated in the atmosphere, Megumi stood by your side as you received compliments from guests for your performance, the entire time, attempting to refrain from eye contact, and hiding his expression of pride that was, at least to you, very hard to miss.

Each time yet another person praised you for your singing, he’d grin as his eyes flicked back and forth between the guest and you.

The elderly woman he sat next to happened to be in your path on the way toward the door. “Oop! There you are!” she said excitedly with her hands stretched out to receive a hug as she saw the two of you approaching.

She angled them toward Megumi, and gave him a peck on the cheek, her hands resting on his shoulder and patting it a couple of times. “Did you enjoy the ceremony young man?” she asked.

“Yes, I did. Thank you so much, Pattie” he replied, a tiny smile on his lips.

“Wonderful! Forgive me young man, I’ve forgotten your name!” she said.

“It’s Megumi. Megumi Fushiguro, Ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but smile yourself at their adorable interaction.

“Oh! Megumi! That's right! What an interesting name for such a sweet young man!” She giggled. “You must be so very proud of your beautiful wife for her performance!”

You interjected, “Um… Ma’am we–”

“I’m very proud of her.” Megumi interrupted, turning his smile toward you, eyes hooded. “Her voice is …” He took a breath, “absolutely beautiful.” He drawled, as you bit your inner lip, holding back a smile, helping yourself to not… blow his cover?

“Oh yes!” she reiterated, “and such a pretty young lady, too! What a lovely couple you are!”

“Thank you, Pattie. Aren’t you sweet?” He said, giving her a friendly hug, then turning back to lock eyes with you. You couldn’t get enough of how Megumi’s smile turned him from beautiful to breathtaking so easily.

She then turned her attention toward you. “And thank you so much for making my niece's walk down the aisle so pleasant!” She said, “you two have a lovely day, now!”

“Oh it was my pleasure, Pattie. I really appreciate that. And you, too!” You replied, as she took her soft hands and sandwiched yours between them with another warm smile. Just as

Sweet Tea – Snoh Aalegra

began to play, a familiar voice chimes in. “You should come to the reception. You could do another one for me and make me look good!” Your dad spoke loudly as he wandered over to you and Megumi.

Your smile faded a bit as your lips pressed into a hard line.

Megumi’s jaw clenched ever so slightly as your dad approached. You glanced over at him as his eyes flicked to you, giving you a quick sideways nod toward the door.

“We definitely have to go, dad. Thanks for inviting me.” You said as you turned toward your father.

“Oh … okay.” He says as his eyes scan Megumi’s frame.

“This is Megumi, dad.” You said, cutting through the building tension.

“Fushiguro”. Megumi declared pointedly holding out his hand.

Your dad followed suit as Megumi gripped it in a firm shake. “Nice to meet you.” He nodded, as chill as ever, his eye contact steady.

“Megumi is an amazing musician. He’ll be performing tonight at Nanami’s.” you interjected. “The studio I visited before was his.”

“Oh yeah?” your dad sneered, still giving him a once-over.

Megumi smirked as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets, looking your father rather intently in the eye.

“Nanami’s is a nice place. Hard to fill. I didn’t have any problem with it though!” He proclaimed with another hearty laugh.

“Actually, his shows have been sold out pretty consistently for the past few months.” you added, turning your proud smile toward Megumi.

“Really? Well, I guess I’ll have to go and check you out then, man.” He said, “see what’s really going on”. Your father chuckled.

“Yea.” Megumi replied, his lids falling ever so slightly over his blues, yet remaining fixed. “Let us know, we’ll be ready for you.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you later, daughter!”

“Bye dad,” you gave him a quick hug and headed for the door with Megumi’s hand softly pressing into the middle of your back.

*~*~*~*~*

You strolled with Megumi across the parking lot to his car, the light clicking of your heels piercing through the quiet, both of you, happy to have finally escaped before the bulk of the crowd.

As you approached it, he remained by your side. Periodically stealing glances at you every few steps.

The second you reached it, his hand slipped down, taking yours as he turned you around to face him, pressing you against the car, his hand cupping your face and his fingers around your neck as he moved in immediately for a kiss.

His lips crashed into yours as he held you close, lightly sucking your soft lips as his tongue dipped in and out of your warm mouth.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, his breath wafting down the front of your neck, his eyes raking slowly over your facial features. “I can’t wait to take you home with me.”

You tingled as you felt the pressure of his body against yours, the sound of his voice and his touch making your knees weak.

You looked up at him, your head still spinning a little. “Eeeeasy there, cowboy.” You whispered with a giggle. “We’ll get there soon enough, yea?”

Megumi huffed softly, his eyes taking in every soft curve of your face. “You were stunning up there.” He whispered as he held your face carefully in his hands. “I wanna see more”.

You blushed, “I’ve been thinking a lot about that…” you replied, having nearly drifted into the daze he so easily whisks you into. “It’s um… it’s a lot to take on. Once I start, I’ll have to commit.”

“Hmm… we’ll, you certainly have my full support.”

You took a deep breath and a long pause, your eyes wandering a moment, then, surveying his features coolly. “Then, you’ll have to commit, too.”

He huffed, rubbing the back of his hand down your cheek, his long fingers sliding around toward the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of your bottom lip as he met your gaze.

“That’s the easy part. And … I’ll have you in my studio every night.” He purred, lifting your head as he leaned in, rubbing his lips up your neck, then laying a soft kiss on your lobe.

“Such a hard worker you are.” you moaned, his body weight and his touch, stealing your breath.

Megumi huffed, “You have no idea.” ...

“Oh, I think I do.” You said with a giggle, biting your lip. “And we’d better get out of here before we end up with an audience… sir.”

Megumi smirked, leaning in for one last kiss on the lips before peeling himself off of you, taking a breath, then looking you up and down.

“We should eat” he replied as he leaned in to reach behind you.

He opened the car door, closing it once you settled inside and starting it up with his fob.

I’ll Kill You – Summer Walker (Feat. Jene Aiko)

played on his system. As you sat inside the car, you notice from the side view mirror, a woman walking toward the car, then veering off in the direction of Megumi.

You lean in to the mirror, to get a better look just as she disappears from view. You reflexively look up into the rearview mirror. Just as Megumi was reaching his side of the car, she caught up with him and started to chat.

You could hear the muffled sound of their voices, and could just make out the conversation:

“Heeey!” She called out, excited, a giggle in her voice as she spoke. “Oh my god I knew you looked familiar!” She covered her mouth with her hands with a gasp.

Megumi paused, turning toward her as she approached. “Do I know you?”

“I saw you last week at Nanami’s!” She continued, “You play drums for that dope ass rock band, right? The one with the female guitarist?”

“Ah, Yeah. And Thanks.” Megumi replied as she continued.

“Wow, you are so much hotter up close!” she said, heavy emphasis on the “so”.

You feel the weight of the car shift, frowning with irritation that she was so easily able to manipulate your personal space as she leaned onto the left rear.

“You guys playing tonight?”

“We are. Show starts at 8:30. You should come out. It’ll be a good one.” He turns and heads toward the door of the car.

The woman rushes him, reaching out, grabbing his elbow to stop him. “Um… yea! I’ll be bringing my girls. I told everybody how good you are! You’re the best band in the city!”

~Well at least she got that part right

“I appreciate that.” He turns again toward the door. “See you at the show.”

She hurriedly moved closer, reaching for his arm again, “Yeah, but,”

And you can now see her clearly out the side window.

“I was uh… I was wondering if you had a girlfriend?” she asks with a huff.

~This bitch. First of all, her timing was too damn sharp. Second, if she was close enough to see him, she was close enough to see my ass, too.

“I do,” He replied,

“Well, um… I don’t see a ring?” She pressed with a soft chuckle.

~God help me not to beat somebody’s ass on a church parking lot.

Megumi scoffed, “I gotta go, We’ll see you at the show.”

“Oh, we definitely will!” She calls out as he hops in and closes the door.

He reaches for his seatbelt as he settles in, turning your direction to click it.

You’re already turned toward him, one eyebrow raised. “‘Girlfriend’ huh?” you simpered, looking him over.

Megumi smiled, peering out the corner of his eye at you, gripping your inner thigh with his hand. “Woman.” He muttered, a blush on his cheeks as he shifted gears.

*~*~*~*~*

Daddy Issues – The Neighbourhood

played on the radio. You decided to remove your shoes to change into your soft portable ones for the time being.

You slipped one of them off of your feet and suddenly a light bulb came on in your head. “Hey, you have Maki’s number, right?”

“Maki’s? Sure.” he replied, reaching for his phone. He approached a stop light, digging into his jeans for his phone. He pulled up the number and handed the whole phone over to you.

“Thanks.” You said as you plugged her number in your phone, a smile spreading across your face, not only for the opportunity to contact her, but at the prospect of him completely trusting you with his phone so very easily.

Megumi looked over at you, then back to the road, multiple times, his brow wrinkling a bit as he smiled, a look of curiosity on his face.

You presumed he was trying to decipher what you had in mind for Maki. “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal.” You grinned as you texted her.

He worked to hold back his smile as he continued to keep his eyes on the road.

“So… Whats the plan, bae? You sighed, leaning back into your seat, your free foot curling under your calf as you turned your body toward him. “You gonna drop me off at home to change?”

“I dunno…” He muttered, glancing back at you with a frown. “Today is my day with you. I don’t think I should let you out of my sight.”

“Huh?” you replied, confused.

“Yeah.” He said as his eyebrows shot up. “You’re pretty evasive. If I don’t keep up with you, there’s a chance you won’t be at the show.”

“Oh my god.” you laughed, reaching down to unbuckle your second heel to remove it.

“You wearing those tonight?” he asked, peeking down at them, then at you.

Your Christian Louboutin stilettos were a birthday gift from your bestie.

“Why? You like these?” you asked, turning to prop the one you hadn’t taken off, up on the dashboard for him to see. You tilted your head to look at them, then averted your gaze back over to him with a smirk.

His mischievous grin more than gave him away. “If they hurt, I don’t want you to force yourself.”

“Mmm… I think I can manage wearing them tonight.” You replied, snickering at his expression. “As long as I get to sit most of the night. These are definitely not meant to wear all day long.”

“Understood. So … how about I drop you off at home, you get ready, I go home and get ready, then I come get you.”

You frowned, “You sure that’s not too much driving? You have to get your stuff right?”

He squinted, “Yes and no… Choso has a list of what I need. The guys agreed to help make sure most of the equipment is set up before I get there. I’ll have to grab a couple things from my place, but nothing major.”

He continued, looking over at you. “They really hooked me up today. When I get to Nanami’s, all I’ll have to do is tune.”

“Ok. Sounds perfect.” You said as you finished putting on your second soft flat, settling back down into your seat with a sigh.

He turned toward you, grinning, “Comfy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

*~*~*~*~*

Since you guys were pressed for time, dinner was a quick stop at a popular deli restaurant, where you got your favorite sandwich and crinkle fries to give your body something to hold on to before you filled it with alcohol.

The two of you showed up at the venue, with Megumi taking your hand, walking you to the side door. Todo let you in again, just as he did the first night you saw their performance.

You realized it had been months since you’d seen him play a show. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and there were tons of people waiting outside at this point.

However, it felt completely different from before. For you, anyway. You walked hand in hand with not only the hottest member of this band, but the leader, the one who almost single-handedly made it happen.

Not only did you know him personally, but your relationship had grown exponentially since you met, and all you really wanted, even more than watching him play, was to know him more deeply. To be even closer.

Megumi looked like he’d just stepped out of the cover of Rolling Stone, and by all accounts, so did you. He maintained a firm grip on your hand as he walked you down the hall to the area “backstage” where they hung out.

Somehow, there were a few handfuls of people back there, some actually calling out his name, standing on their tippy toes past the bouncers as you walked in.

It was almost time. Most of the band was downstairs prepping the stage, but everyone else was in the room when you arrived; Nobara, Yuji, Nanami, and Mei. Todo went over to chat with Nanami and Mei to make sure everything was in order, and Toge was there also, possibly just waiting for Megumi.

Luchini AKA (This is It) – Camp Lo

played in on the speaker.

“Sup!” Toge said as you walked in.

“Hey Bro.” Megumi walks over to him, giving him dap and checking in.

You hugged Nobara and Yuji, then gushed over how hot Nobara looked.

“And look at you, waltzing in with the man of the hour!” Nobara said as she hugged you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at her comment behind a huge smile. “We had a good day today”.

Nobara leaned away from you for a moment as she called over. “Megumi! How was the event? How’d she do?” she asked, excited.

“Tch, perfect.” He replied, sliding the “ok” sign across his body with his hand, “Flawless.”

She turned back to you with a huge toothy smile on her face, as she shrugged her shoulders up excitedly. “I’m so glad he got to hear you sing!”

You couldn’t help but blush and smile from ear to ear, the feeling of having such amazing and supportive friends overwhelming you.

“By the way, it’s nuts here, right?” Nobara said with raised eyebrows.

“Crazy!” you replied, your brows wrinkling in the middle. “Even crazier than before.”

“Oh yea, it’s been a while since you’ve been back.” she glanced over to Itadori. “And we get to be backstage” she rolled her neck smugly.

“Exactly.” you agreed.

“Yup” Itadori responded, “We should head down to the bar so you guys have seats, unless you wanna stand?”

“Uh... No!” You said, putting your foot next to Nobara’s, which was also clad in a deep purple pair of stilettos similar to yours but a bit chunkier and likely much more comfy.

Nobara was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a mauve graphic tee and a black belt with silver metal spikes. She wore various bangles & necklaces, and her makeup was perfect: nude glossy lip with a dramatic smoky eye.

Your makeup was also flawless: shimmery nude lids with a thin black liner, bottom and top, dark natural wispy lashes with a deep bold matte red lip, slightly messy mohawk ponytail, a black rock style graphic tee, knotted at the waist, a silver sequin mini and your black & red soled Louboutin’s.

“We’re definitely getting seats at the bar,” Nobara confirmed, “But… lets go get our drinks!”

“Yaass!” you raised your hands, sticking out your tongue and your fingers in the air, “time to rock out babyyyy!”

Just then, Megumi pressed past you closely, his hands landing on each side of your waist as he squeezed, “I’ll see you down there” he said looking at you out the corner of his eye as he let go, disappearing out the door with Toge and Todo.

*~*~*~*~*

You got downstairs through the back door, with Yuji closing and locking it behind you as you went down a hall toward his bar.

There were a few people inside, some you recognized considering your status as a “regular” here, though Nobara was the only one of your dynamic duo who maintained that position in the establishment for the two of you as of late.

You, Nobara and Yuji wander over to the bar, and you find your favorite seat, smack dab in the middle, where you’ve already determined Megumi could see you clearly.

Itadori had to call for reinforcements, so he had another bartender come by to help out, happy to get in on some of the extra money they’d make tonight.

You were bubbling over with excitement to be back here, in the place where you first met, able to see him from this spot through slightly different lenses, ones that have the luxurious feel of having been worn for a little while, making them far more comfortable and familiar.

You turned to Yuji with a happy little smile. “I’ll take a Blue Moon, babe.” You said to him with a wink.

Nobara smiles back at you, biting her lip and scrunching wrinkles in her nose as he slides her chilled martini glass over to her.

This stimulating feeling washes over you as you relish in the moment. You take a deep breath, inhaling oxygen laced with the faint smell of cigarettes, old wood and alcohol stains, now enhanced by some of the happiest memories you won’t soon forget.

You’re sitting with your beautifully oiled legs crossed, drawing quite the amount of attention, as they shimmer from the specks of glitter in your body butter mimicking the sequins from your silver mini, as they dip into your strappy black stilettos.

You lean back against the edge of the bar, watching your gorgeous drummer who’s also drawing a significant amount of attention to himself as well. How beautiful is he? “What a pretty boy.” You say softly to yourself.

No sooner had you thought this, than you hear a familiar voice by the front door. Todo was in the middle of childish banter with someone who insisted they were allowed to enter the building by another employee.

You were still about fifteen minutes out from doors opening, and she was adamant that her status of “knowing the band” was enough for her to break the rules.

The three of you turn your attention to Todo, his large body blocking your view of the girl in question, while the one standing with her was in full view.

She was extremely cute. Somewhere in her early twenties, short brown hair and seemingly apologetic to Todo and his situation, though she was with the other girl.

“I’m so sorry, Todo. We could’ve waited, but she insisted.” she said, hopeful that he wouldn’t resort to kicking them out.

As you observed the scene, Itadori turns to you and locks eyes for a moment, before reflexively looking toward the stage.

His actions elicit a squint in your eyes and a tilt of your head, so you turn that direction as well, only to see Megumi’s gaze fixed on the chaos that Todo and the girls were mixed up in. His forehead scrunched between his brows, a deep pout on his lips.

Of course, your next question was “Who are they?” which you happened to ask aloud as you turn to Nobara.

She was so curious that she’d already moved down a bit to hear the commotion closer as she leaned into Yuji at the bar. She turned toward you, her gaze also suddenly averting to Megumi, who was now pretending to set up without regard for them.

The brown–haired girl spoke out again, “Nanako, you’re making a scene! Calm down! We’re here now, for fucks sake!”

And now it makes sense.

What…

the actual …

fuck.

And here you are … yet again. Your entire body tenses as your heart immediately thumped heavily in your chest. Your moment of tranquility completely interrupted by what’s chalking up to be an enormous headache. One that will, apparently, be around at least until the end of this show.

You just can’t seem to escape the drama lately.

You look up at Megumi, who’s now sitting at his kit, “tuning”, having turned his attention solely toward you.

Choso and Yuta were now also watching the door, from the stage, their expressions pleading with Todo to resolve the issue as soon as possible.

Your squinty eyes drop to the floor as you continue to sit with your legs crossed, lips pressing into a hard line as you take a deep breath. Your eyes closed for a few seconds, offering you the feeling of being removed from this mess, even if for a moment. As

Low – SZA

plays on the system, you turned back toward Nobara, who’s whispering to Yuji, which is fanning the flames of irritation inside you, as your friends have yet to address you concerning the issue.

The whole scene is starting to piss you off, so you decide it’s time to do something for yourself if for no reason better than to sate your own irritation.

Your eyes lift from the freshly mopped floor of the bar quickly up to Megumi. You inhaled, holding the air in your lungs for a bit, before exhaling it out slowly, allowing your brain to quietly process your next move.

Fuck this shit.

You dropped one foot to the floor, tapping it with the ball before allowing your heel to make impact, every movement intentional, forcing your body to do what you want it to, rather than react all on its own.

You get up from your chair and pull your skirt down a bit, straightening out your sequins before going over.

Megumi’s eyes widened as they bounced from you, to Yuji, back to you, then to Choso & Yuta.

You walk your Louboutin’s over to Todo. “Hey Todo.” Being careful to keep your voice soft, so as to not rile up your own self.

“What’s goin’ on? Is everything ok?” Your eyes finally rake over the silhouette belonging to the notorious enigma that was Nanako.

“Oh, everything’s totally fine. We’re just talking things out.”

You turn your gaze toward the eyes of this apparently very anxious woman. She’s beautiful of course, just as you’d expect. Big almond shaped brown eyes, an even bigger rack, and her shiny caramel hair was pulled back in a cute bun on top of her head, accentuated by bangs that framed her face perfectly.

You rested your hand on Todo’s arm as you addressed the girls. “Would you ladies like to come over and join us for a drink?”

They looked at each other, and then at you.

“And … who are you, exactly?” Nanako questioned, her eyebrows wrinkling in confusion.

Your lids lowered ever so slightly as you held out your hand to shake hers, introducing yourself, simply giving your name. “Nice to meet you.”

Her eyes traveled around to her sister, then Todo, and of course up toward the stage, obviously at Megumi.

You maintained your gaze at her face, squinting a bit, your genuine smile exposing how entertained you are to have to deal with this shit as you waited for her to return your gesture.

She did so, slowly. “I’m Nanako. Yeah. We’ll have a drink.”

“And I’m Mimiko. Thank you.” The brown-haired girl replied in kind.

You bopped your head to the side with a smile. “Kay. Follow me?” you said, turning on your heels back toward the bar.

Better to grab this bull by the fucking horns, right?

Todo moves to the side, motioning for the girls to go by, surely glad to be done with the issue. At least for now.

You glanced up toward the stage as you walked back over to your stool, eyeballing Megumi with a tiny smirk, then looking to Choso who grinned at you, then flashed the “ok” sign with a wink. You muted your laugh at him before leaning in to ask Yuji to make the drinks.

Gettin' In The Way - Jill Scott

played as both Mimiko and Nanako take the seats next to yours, opposite Nobara as they chat amongst themselves, sitting at the bar to order.

You sit on your stool facing Megumi, cross your legs, and turn toward Nobara who’s staring directly in your face.

“What?” you ask her as you grab your Blue Moon from the bar, inhaling the scent before taking a sip, your demeanor cool as a damn cucumber.

“Really?” Nobara quipped.

You smirked hard, pressing your duck lip into the corner of your mouth as you kept your face turned away from the other girls next to you.

“It didn’t look like anyone was planning to let me in on what the hell was goin’ on, so I took the goddamned matter into my own hands” you whined.

Nobara rolled her eyes. “You know who that is, right?” she whispered, not quietly enough.

“Of course I know.”

“Well, you should also know she’s been showing up here pretty frequently. Like ‘every week’ frequently.”

You took another deep breath and rolled your eyes as you could feel yourself starting to ride an entirely different wavelength. “And why the hell are you just now telling me this?” you said, trying to keep your voice down.

“Because she’s like, out of control.” She said, annoyed. “And I really didn’t see a good reason to bug you about it. She was supposed to be back home, by now. We weren’t expecting her to even be here tonight.”

"You still should’ve told me, Noby." You pressed.

"Okay, you’re right. Sorry. But… even if I did, we would still be in this position, right? We can’t control her. Neither can Megumi."

"Mmm…" you said, rolling your eyes. “And he didn’t feel the need to tell me, either? You realize that’s fucked up, right?” you insisted with one eyebrow hiked up as you glance over at Megumi.

He stared pretty intently at you as he and the band headed off to prepare for their entrance from backstage.

Mimiko and Nanako continued to chat amongst themselves, though out the corner of your eye, you noticed they stole glances at you periodically.

It was finally time to open, and Todo began to let people pour in. And pour in they did. Fast. Within five minutes, the place was near packed.

As people headed directly to the bar, Yuji became much busier, and had no issue getting drinks out, thanks to his helper.

You turned toward the girls, deciding it would be best to try and feel them out. Hopefully they’re here to enjoy the show and not to be a problem.

“So, you guys came to town for the show tonight”? you asked.

“Nah” Mimiko answered. “we’ve been here for a little over a month already.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You work here?” a smart-ass remark rang from Nanako’s mouth.

You cut your eyes her direction. “No” … you chuckled.

Bitch do I look like I work here? Is what you really wanted to say.

“I’m here to see my friends perform.” You replied.

She squinted a bit, “Oh you know the band, too?”

“Yeah. I’m actually dating Megumi.” You were happy to say.

They looked at each other, and Nanako smirked as she turned her attention back toward the stage.

Mimiko on the other hand didn’t see it as amusing. “Oh.” She said, her smile fading a little. “Well, that’s nice. We were scheduled to go back home but decided to see this show before we leave.”

“Oh okay.” You said, glad to be able to have a decent conversation with at least one of them. “Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. They worked hard.”

“Thanks,” Mimiko replied with a seemingly genuine smile.

Nanako didn’t bother to respond.

You suddenly hear a lot of hoopla at the front of the stage, turning to see the commotion as a group of girls huddled directly in front of the drums. One voice you recognized almost immediately.

“He’s so fuckin’ fine, girl!” she wailed from across the room.

You could see them from the bar, even with the new crowd. It was the same woman you saw earlier on the church lot, with a group of friends.

You turned toward Nobara. “Guess this is what happens when you date a rockstar. You grinned with a huff. “Help him get his bag, ladies!” You shrugged as you sipped your drink.

“Damn right!” Nobara agreed, chuckling.

You turn from Nobara toward the stage, only to see Nanako pressing through the crowd, headed straight for the huddle, then striking up conversation. There’s no telling what she said, but it really didn’t matter.

The lights go dim, and you take a bunch of huge gulps of your beer.

“Sorry baby.” Nobara said, her shoulder pressing against yours. “I didn’t mean to piss you off. I just did not wanna cause any more trouble for you.”

“I understand.” You propped your elbow up on the bar. Observing the girls gathered at his kit. To be fair, there were quite a few across the entire stage.

Toge, Yuta, and Choso failed to fall short in the looks department for sure. And Choso, in particular, managed to sustain an enormous amount of attention, considering his status as the lead singer, and how amazing his performance always is.

Your emotions swayed, back and forth steadily as you observed, searching your heart for where you should begin to draw a line. Surely the time to do so was soon approaching from some direction.

“Let’s take our shot.” You said, turning your attention to Nobara. You raised your hand up to get Yuji’s attention. “Dori! Two Car Bombs please honey?”

“Yes!” Nobara wailed, “Now we’re talkin’. Let’s get this party started!”

“I’m so ready. It’s been too long.” You replied.

Nobara leans into you. “Looks like it’s gonna be a long night, too” she huffed, but guess what? We’re about to have a whole lotta muthafuckin’ fun.”

“Here you go ladies, bottoms up!” he says, bringing over three. You all clink your glasses and slam them, all together.

*~*~*~*~*

The bar had finally become standing room only. Everyone, well, except those of you seated at the bar, were shoulder to shoulder. The stage lights shone a deep blue, the system’s music faded out, and everyone cheered.

Each of the band members waltz on to the stage, all looking amazing. Choso steps to the mic, his appearance like a shining star.

“Hey everyone! Welcome to Nanami’s.” he said. They all continued to cheer excitedly, as did you.

Choso continued as his voice echoed off the walls, “Thank you all for coming out, we appreciate your support. We couldn’t do any of this without you.” The crowd all clapped and whistled.

“We’d also like to thank Nanami’s for having us,” he continued, “And for all your support on our original music. Since you guys seemed to like it, we decided to open with another one.”

Some people screamed “You guys rock!” and “We love you, Cho!” causing him to blush and smile behind the mic, turning to look at the band, all of them laughing behind him.

“Pfft!” Nobara chuckled, as you and her turned toward each other.

“Cute.” you mumbled. She nodded into her drink.

He turns back to the mic, his strong voice carrying throughout the room.

“This song is an original, written by the entire band.” he said, motioning toward each person as he explained, “I laid down lyrics, “Megumind” added the beats, and then the rest of the band layered their individual parts on top, piece by piece for what you are about to hear, so… we hope you enjoy. Let’s rock.”

He takes a couple steps back from the mic with his head down, a smile spread across his lips.

It was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile too. You were so happy for all of them. Choso really is a great guy, and it makes total sense that he receives the attention he does.

The lights changed a final time, dimming a bit more, the cheers died down under their faint glow, and it was time.

Right? – Mammoth WVH (we’re pretending they wrote it. Lol)

The intro was crazy. They all came in hard and fast, bass, guitars, and drums. The beats were so hot! You immediately moved the second you caught it, your grin spreading wide.

Your heart thumped deep in your chest along with Megumi’s bass drum as the sound vibrated your entire body, and the entire place. The crowd jumped in excitement.

Choso’s voice came in and was silky smooth as always and gloriously precise as he gripped the mic. His demanding presence is just what they need in a lead singer, and he delivered.

Then Yuta and Maki chimed in backing him up with the vocals.

Every melody, chord, and progression was so precise, so fast, and so complicated, yet they all worked perfectly in sync as always.

At this point you had to get up from your seat. Both your smile and your eyes widened as you watched them in awe, feeling as giddy and excited as you did the first time you witnessed their performance. Only this time, it was even better.

As the music rocked your whole body, you covered your mouth with both hands, not saying a word or looking away for fear you’d miss a single moment of it.

There was a two-part chorus. The harmony with Maki, Yuta and Choso was just so beautifully executed, and as the 2nd chorus ended, “I don’t wanna love you, but I won’t have it any other way”, Megumi hit a killer beat.

Choso then shared the guitar with Maki as they hit another verse, then the chorus came in again.

(At about point 2:25 of the song) Maki plays a line, then Yuta drops into the bottom on the bass with one chord, Megumi smashes, then they all kick some royal ass. Megumi's beats were crazy consistent throughout.

And then Maki… wow. She blew everyone completely away with an unforgettable solo, ripping the guitar.

(Then at 3:06 – 3:22) Megumi smashed some beats like he’d lost his fucking mind, with Yuta coming forward supporting him. Your inner groupie wailed excitedly as you held your hands up for him. It was mind-blowing, and the crowd went wild.

His drumming was absolutely mesmerizing. Megumi’s beats, whether they were just for you, or in the middle of a crowded space like this, always pierced you so deep inside, you could feel them in the depths of your soul. Of course you screamed for him like crazy.

Choso killed it with his vocals, hitting the chorus again, and an insane note at the end. So clear, and so high, it rivaled Chris Cornell. You wondered if you could even hit it. He’s a true badass all by himself. You were so proud of them all.

They had outdone themselves as a band. They were truly astonishing and deserved every bit of the praise they received.

The entire venue erupted in applause, and that was an original track. The band had successfully executed another brand-new song that captured the entire audience and won them completely over. It was a thrill to witness.

There were phones everywhere. Recording every moment. Surely the more the general public witnessed outside of this venue, the more well deserved, and very free exposure they'd receive. Soliciting even more followers.

Your hands stayed up in the air as you and Nobara cheered for the entire band. You yelled Megumi’s name at the top of your now very tipsy lungs, eliciting the most beautiful blush on his face, one you'd always happily pay to see.

They rode the high of their applause and the adrenaline they still had going for a little while. After a few seconds, Megz then clicked his sticks four times and jumped immediately back in by playing

Got The Life – Korn

to make sure they kept the crowd moving. Everyone jumped around, even created a pit in the front. It was crazy. You were glad you had a seat, otherwise you’d have definitely bit it up there.

You were so … SO proud of Megumi. He deserved to be applauded and honored for all of his hard work, as did they all. If that’s how they started, it was definitely gonna be an amazing night.

*~*~*~*~*

The guys offered earlier to have you and Nobara stay backstage to see them closer as they performed, but the two of you loved being able to see everything from exactly where you were, together with the lively and excited crowd, regardless of being at the bar.

You especially loved the way Megumi leaned around and peeked under his high hat to see you every few minutes as he played. This brought back such pleasant memories for you. You could feel your body warming up just thinking about it.

You stood swaying to the music, sucking on your straw that stuck out of your new Tokyo Tea, gazing as he played. His hair flailed around, muscles flexing, sweat flying all over, his eyes periodically aimed your direction as he beat powerfully on his bass drum... God, did you miss this.

His fan club was certainly enjoying themselves, as they should be, and as you watched, you acknowledged how that would surely become a “thing” the more they performed. As gorgeous and talented as Megumi is, you realized it’s plain old inevitable that he’d have plenty of “screaming girlies” surrounding him. Let alone the ones who eyeball him without even knowing he’s an amazing artist outside of this environment.

They loved him, and with good reason. But … He was yours. And you were his. It was a feeling you loved to relish in, knowing someone like him is at your side. Someone who sees you. Supports you, cheers you on, just as you did for him. Amidst all the flashing lights and noise, you were comforted.

The atmosphere was live. Lights glowing and dimming, crowd roaring and dancing, and the music was absolutely captivating. The knowledge solidified inside you how much of an honor it was to know such talented and extraordinary people so personally.

They played a few more bangers with all of you supporting them before they prepared for something a little lighter.

There, There – Radiohead

They were winding down now, chilling out the mood. Toge hooked up the electronics beautifully, much more of him in the forefront of this track. Though the sound and levels being balanced during their performances is mostly attributed to his brilliance anyway.

He’s responsible for not only the keys, but all the programming, sampling, looping, and all music software used. He’s basically the Johnny Greenwood of their band, the backbone.

At this point in the night, both you and Nobara’s drinks had kicked in quite nicely. You sat at the bar enjoying your time with your bestie, joking around with Yuji, as suddenly Nanako makes her way over. She leans against the bar asking Yuji for a drink.

“The band's great, right?” she asks, leaning toward you, interrupting your conversation as she's eyeballing you with her elbows propped up onto the bar, the pretty smell of one of Ariana Grande’s scent wafting up your nose.

“Fantastic. As always” You agreed, your smile spread across your lips as you lifted your drink to them.

A few seconds pass as her glare raked over you, her lips puckered as she waited for her drink. “You know, he played for me a lot.” She droned.

You leaned back into her, now facing her direction. “You said he ‘played’ for you?” You spoke louder, clarifying.

“Yeah, played.” She smirked, bouncing to the beat of the music.

“Yeah. Played.” You reiterated with a nod, emphasizing the last word with a jump in your eyebrows.

You turned toward the stage, observing Megumi, so relaxed and confident in his element. Establishing himself as an artist, living his dream and inspiring everyone around him. You cocked your head to the side as you watched him, a glint of pride shone in your eyes, a smirk curled into the corner of your lips.

You turned your gaze toward her; “He's playing a lot better now though... Don’t you think?”

Nanako turned and glanced toward the stage, then at you, then sucked in her cheek as she grabbed her drink and walked off back to her girl huddle.

Nobara chimed in, “She's doing so much right now. Probably feels pretty stupid for letting him go. Can't say I blame her for trying.”

“Yeah. I’m sure she’s really feeling the aftershock.” You said. “I’ve been there, so I get it. But she really needs to grow up. Talkin shit to me won’t change anything for her, you know?”

“Tch, for sure. She’s really only making a fool of herself.” She agreed.

“Mmm. Not to mention, if she knew what’s good for her… if she actually knew Megumi, she’d know her behavior is doing the exact opposite of what she wants it to and turning him completely off.” You added.

The crowd cheered the band’s performance again, and Choso announced their intermission.

The two of you chatted for a bit longer as Yuji sent over another drink for you and Nobara through his colleague. Just then, a large body pressed between you and Nobara, pushing you aside, asking for a drink as

Stellar – Incubus

began to play on the system. “Hey bro. Lemme get a Blue Moon!” Choso called to Yuji, elbowing you. “Move please. Geez, y’all are taking up all the space at the bar” he joked.

“What?” you chuckled with Nobara, “Just because you have a fan club does not mean you can come over here startin’ shit.” You whined.

“Yeah, that’s right. I have a fan club. I’m so special.” He exaggerated his nods. “yup. I am so very special. So make way. As a matter of fact, you need to give me your seat.”

“Boy bye.” You laughed, as a hand grips the bottom of your stool and spins it around the opposite direction.

You turn and it’s Megumi. His pretty face, less than an inch from yours, his eyes playfully raking over your features. “What are you doing over here flirting with some other guy?”

“That's not a guy. That’s Choso.”

“Wow Bro, did you hear her just drag you?” he quipped.

“I ain't worried. She knows what’s up.”

You turn to look at him like he was crazy. “And exactly what is up, Cho? I’m sure you’re no expert lil boy.”

His head turned quickly toward you with a grimace “What?” he chuckled “you did not just call me a ‘lil boy” he frowned down at you.

“Hey, hey, kids. Enough of that.” Megumi says as his large hand reaches up to rest at the base of your neck, his index finger turning your face toward him.

He leaned in, observing your flushed face, pink cheeks, and glazed over eyes. Your drinks had gotten the best of you already, as did your observance of Megumi on his kit. That image of him never failed to raise your temperature. His sweaty form hovered over you as your hands propped you up on the small portion of the stool that remained uncovered between your legs.

Your eyes slowly blinked as you bit your lip, looking up at him as his dark blues stared you down piercing you through.

He pressed his hips against your knees, widening your legs, his body squeezing between them as your feet propped them up on the bar at the bottom of your stool, your skirt hiking up a little more as he inched closer.

Megumi wasn’t generally the type to engage in pda, but the combination of adrenaline, alcohol flowing through him, and the arousal that your presence warranted in him, you, in those heels, and that outfit, with that face, and those eyes, all steeped his inhibitions somewhere far underground.

He leaned into the shell of your ear, his left hand holding up his body on your stool to your right, his arm propped up on the bar to your left, his warm breath laced with Guinness, wafting down the right side of your neck as he turned toward you, moistened tendrils of his hair tickling your neck, his scent strengthened by his sweat, a far more intimate echo of your first encounter.

“You’re lookin’ awfully fucking delicious right now.” He breathed, pressing his face against your skin, breathing you in, then pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “I’m rocking your ass to sleep tonight.”

Your brow furrowed a bit with your half smile. “I don’t know if you deserve that, sir.” You drawled as you looked him up and down through your glassy eyes.

He frowned, “Oh really?” he retorted, snickering before he leaned back in, pressing himself against you, then rubbing his nose up your neck as he softly bit it. The next song rang on the speaker:

No Interruptions – Chris Brown

As your eyes slowly opened and you peered over his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Nanako, her arms folded, jaw clenched as she stood at the entrance to the stairs on the side of the stage, watching through the dark shifting gaps in the crowd.

Megumi continued, his lips and breath tickling you, pressing against your ear. “And what if I just take it?” he breathed, planting a wet kiss on your lobe as his fingers curled around your thigh, just before your ass…squeezing firmly on the side of the bar where no one could see. “I could just tie you down to my bed again.”

Your head tilted toward the ceiling as he spoke, your eyes hooded as you giggled.

As your line of sight glided down toward Nanako inadvertently, you smirked as you turned your head toward Megumi’s ear. “You might wanna take care of your fan club first, honey. I don’t share.”

Megumi whispered low into your ear. “Tch, I don’t give a fuck about them.” He squeezed you tighter, pulling you closer. “I wanna hear you sing my name.” he whispered with a perfect poker face.

You huffed, as a shudder ran down your spine. “We’ll see about that, sir”.

He pulled back and stood up, looking down at you, his face straight and serious, one eyebrow raised. “I’m not playing. You’re comin’ home with me.” He glared with hooded eyes and an upward nod.

Choso interrupts, pushing Megumi on the shoulder. “Aiight lets go, bro” he said as he pressed a bottle of Guinness into Megumi’s chest, then turned him around toward the stairs of the stage.

You wrinkled your nose and stuck out your tongue at Choso as they started to walk over. He flashed a “yeah right” face and rolled his eyes before being stopped by a group of people as they attempted to make their way back up to the stage.

Just as you were turning around to speak to Nobara, she’d almost put her martini back up to her lips as she averted her eyes toward the boys, but paused, then nodded over their direction near the stage.

Nanako, Mimiko and the woman you saw on the parking lot were gathered around them, among others. Nanako tugged at Megumi’s side belt loop, pulling him toward her.

You immediately frowned and glanced over at Nobara, your teeth clenching as you rolled your sleepy eyes. You filled your chest with air and lifted your foot from the bar at the bottom of your stool to get up.

Just as the ball of your foot tapped the floor, a hand pressed firmly down on your shoulder. You look up at Todo standing next to you.

“Relax little one.” He says, looking down at you with an eyebrow raised. “He’ll take care of it. Give it a second”.

You turn your attention back their way. Megumi frowns deeply and yanks his hip out of her grasp as she’s talking over him, apparently asking him to speak to her. From where you sat, you were just able to read his lips...

“Look, I already told you... You can’t keep doin’ this shit.” Megumi says, his expression as irritated as you’d ever seen. “We’re done. Thanks for coming.”

He was obviously frustrated with her behavior, but maintained his composure considerably well, his face telling far more than his words.

“I’ll see your ass later tonight anyway though!” she yells toward him as he walks away hopping a couple of stairs to the stage. He looks over to the others and sits at his kit shaking his head.

“Ladies, stick around for the second set alright?” Choso’s charming face pleads with them as they whine and giggle amongst themselves and he also mounts the stage.

Todo looks back over at you. “See, it’s cool. Don’t get in the middle. Otherwise, you’ll just be in the middle.”

You take another sip from your straw as you huff, “They’re pissing me off, Todo.” You shake your head with one of your eyebrows cranked up.

“I get it baby girl. But that’s what I’m here for. You ladies just stay chill, and I’ll take care of the mess if that’s what I need to do.”

“We love you, Todo.” Nobara chimes as she smiles up at him from her martini.

He snickers at her and squeezes her shoulder as he turns and walks back over toward the front door.

The lights dim again, and you turn your stool around towards the stage, slowly releasing your frustration with a breath as you prepare for your man’s band to make your inner little girl excited again.

They started the second set with

Kascade – Animals As Leaders (Original by Megz ;)

Another mind-blowing track, one so complicated it would be impossible to execute if the entire band didn’t work in perfect unison.

It showcased their overwhelming skill, shining light on each instruments high level of accuracy. The rhythms, cadence, melodies, and the timing was all like arithmetic. It was astounding. And still sounded hot.

Even with your training, it was so complicated to follow. Was it in 2/4 or 4/4? Did they switch to 3/4 at times? It was nuts.

Megumi played at lightning speed, like his life was on the line, while Yuta seemed to follow him intently, and Choso and Maki remained on the same wavelength as they kept eyeballing each other on the guitars.

Most of the crowd could only sit there with their jaws dropped, watching how ridiculously fast yet so perfectly they played. And Toge glued it all together.

This time, Choso hit a dope solo (at about 3:20) that was so chill, but then got crazy (at around 3:45).

Megumi smashed it again toward the end and you all stood, unable to take your eyes off of the stage as they hammered this song out.

Everyone cheered wildly for them, you, overwhelmed with emotion at how powerful their performance has been. You turned and smiled widely at Nobara as you cheered for them, hardly able to contain your pride.

They continued to wow the room with more amazing music, as you enjoyed your time in the atmosphere, loving every minute of it.

*~*~*~*~*

Choso stepped up to the mic again; “You guys have all been amazing tonight, we thank you all for coming out! We’ve got one more original for you that we hope you like, written by all of us. Lets get it!”

The lights change color again to a dark blue as they begin playing:

Optimist – Mammoth WVH (Original by Megz ;)

Choso’s voice rang across the room, the women dedicated to him and the other boys gathered in front of the stage, clearly mesmerized by them.

Maki and Yuta again, backing him up on their mics with precision. Choso was kicking serious ass with his voice. He clearly took his work seriously and it was obvious.

Megumi pounded away, tearing up the drums like a rock god, hot like fire.

(At 2:45,) They all, Choso included, supported each other for the breakdown, all of them wailing on their guitars along with Yuta and Megumi pounding out the meat and potatoes of the music. It was sexy as fuck.

It’s always so easy for most people to take the bass for granted. Without it, songs would obviously fall flat, as drums and bass are the foundation, and Yuta held his own in an amazing way. He was a wonder to watch as well.

Megumi’s skills, in case anyone ever overlooked them before this night, were completely solidified and displayed just exactly how brilliant he is at his craft,

He never failed to make your knees weak as you watched him work. You really couldn’t blame the girls. He’s fucking beautiful, and he smashed the hell out of this track.

Once the last song was done, the crowd wailed their approval, screaming fans calling out the names of every member, their smiles returning the favor as they all waved back.

After a minute or so of cheers, Choso approached the mic again, “Thank you guys! Thank you, everyone for coming out tonight. Don’t forget to tip the bartenders, and we’ll see you next time!”

It was finally time to go.

*~*~*~*~*

The band needed time to get everything broken down at Nanami’s and packed away. You rode with Yuji and Nobara to give them space to finish as quickly as possible.

When all the work was done, you headed to Megumi’s loft downtown. You guys all stumble in, excited and lax, none of you sober, but all hungry.

There was this gorgeous man standing in the kitchen of the apartment when you arrived. He was obviously much older, but it was difficult to tell his age. He had bone straight jet-black hair and looked exactly like Megumi.

“Oh, you’re still here pop?”

“Aw shit, I thought I had more time.” He said, stuffing the refrigerator with Guinness and various other beer as you walked in behind Megumi.

Of course.

“S’all good.” Megumi turned to his group and called over his shoulder, “Everybody, that’s my dad.” He then glanced over toward you with a smirk.

All you could think was, ‘oh my god. Now his dad’s gonna see me wasted, hanging on his son like some damn groupie’. Not to mention, Megumi had your bag on his shoulder.

As you entered, you noticed how well put together the place was, still a bachelor pad, obviously, and of course a drum kit sat in the corner of the room across from a large window, along with a keyboard, amp, and a couple guitars propped up.

Little by Little - Radiohead

played on the flat screen which was propped up against the wall. The worn glass windows all around displayed a gorgeous view of the city, a mostly open floor plan with minimal décor and slightly dark, a vibe fitting for him.

The place was beautiful and clean, but very Megumi. Understated, but extremely attractive, a touch cold, but relaxing and everything present appeared to have a purpose.

Megumi’s dad finished stacking the beer in the fridge and balled up the huge kraft paper bag they were in as he spoke. The table in the open kitchen was covered with a spread of snacks and finger food.

“Ey. How was the show?” he asked everyone.

“Dope!” Toge wailed.

“So dope.” Yuta chimed.

“Hey Toji!” Maki called.

“It was…” Megumi shook his head “we did good, pop.”

“Hell yea, that’s what I like to hear. So, you made my money back, right?”

Megumi frowned and rolled his eyes.

You kept your head down, hoping not to be noticed as you wandered over toward the couch, which sat in the middle of the living room in front of the TV and one of the huge windows, the view of the kitchen behind you.

The band headed straight for the food, and Nobara sat with you on the couch. As everyone poured in and got settled, Megumi simply walked further inside and smoothly disappeared down a hallway with your bag.

“How you doin’, Chica” Nobara asked, relaxing into the cushion against you as you leaned back into her, crossing your legs.

“His dad’s here”, you grimaced, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping the room slightly spinning wouldn’t have too much of an effect on you. “And he’s hot!” you whispered, laughing too hard. “What the fuck?”

Nobara chuckles into your shoulder “Pfft! He sure as hell is. Don’t get any ideas, girl” she said as you both giggled to yourselves.

“And just exactly what’s going on over here?” Yuji asked, sitting down next to Nobara with 3 beers and a plate of food.

“None of your business!” Nobara whined, looking at him as if he was rudely interrupting. “And what’s going on with you? You really about to consume all that?”

“Hell yea!” Yuji exclaimed, shaking his head. “I gotta catch up now that everybody’s home safe. I only had that one drink with you guys.” He whined, as he and Maki are usually deemed the designated drivers of the group.

Nobara looks over at you grinning. “Let’s bet on how long it takes for him to catch up.” You both snicker.

*~*~*~*~*

“One of them yours?” Toji asked, walking around the kitchen island to Megumi as he stood watching the three of you, his band devouring the food behind him.

Megumi walked closer to the island, emptying his pockets of his keys and his phone, tossing them both on the marble surface as he propped his elbow up on the edge.

“The one in the silver skirt” he said, smiling, his eyes flicking toward Toji.

“You’re being careful right? I mean, you’re not gonna let anybody fuck up your shit? ‘Cause that’s on you.”

“Nah. Not this one.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “And how do you know that?” Toji asked, leaning against the island, with crossed arms and legs.”

Megumi shrugged. “She’s different.”

“Different huh?” he said, looking out the corner of his eye at Megumi.

Megumi glanced over at you, then back at Toji, “Yeah” he answered with a subtle nod.

Toji huffed silently, lowering his head with a smirk. With his head still down, he looked up at Megumi, raised his head, then patted him on the shoulder.

“Alright kiddo.” he said, pushing himself off the counter. He grabbed his keys and headed toward the door. “Don’t fuck up our shit!” he yelled out, raising his hand up as he walked out.

“Bye Toj!” Each member of the band called out to him.

Heaven’s Here – Robert Glasper (feat. Ant Clemons)

began to play as Megumi strolled over to the couch where you sat hiding underneath Nobara. He leaned over the seat, hovering his face an inch from yours. “You hungry?”

You looked over at him, slightly startled, “um… no”, you said with a smile, your eyes blinking slowly as you took a deep breath. “but … where’s the bathroom?”

He pushed himself off the couch, circled around it and held his arm out and his hand open as he gazed down at you. “c’mon.”

You grabbed his hand as he gripped tightly, pulling you up and wrapping his arm around you as you wobbled to your feet. You looked down at Nobara as she held her hands out to catch you in case you fell back down on top of her.

“You alright?” she said, you both giggling at your inability to stay up.

Your smile was wide, eyes small, as you laughed, now burying your head in Megumi’s chest as you looked at her. “I think I’m good.” You then raised your head toward Megumi, biting your lip. “You think I’m good?”

Megumi’s smirk faded as he looked down at you, his sights set on your lips. “Yeah. I got you.”

Nobara turned toward Yuji, smiling as he smirked and shrugged.

Megumi took your hand and led you down a small hallway to a door.

“Ugh... these damn shoes.” you scoffed, stumbling down the hall.

“I’ll help you with ‘em” he said as he walked you through the bathroom door, clicking the lock behind him.

He held your hand, guiding you to the long black marble counter that provided a space for you to lean on, but he bent down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and lifted you up to sit.

You giggled, as the cold pressed against your half exposed thighs “Thank you sweetie.” You muttered, grateful you no longer had to stand.

“Of course,” He muttered, barely above a whisper. “I’ll take em off.” He knelt in front of you, wrapping his fingers around to grip your calf, turning to kiss it.

“Hmm… What are you doing baby?” You asked, as he looked up at you from between your legs, your left foot now propped up on his shoulder.

“I’m helping you feel better.” He said as he unbuckled your right heel, sliding it off of your foot, then massaging it slowly.

“Feel better, huh?” You breathed, your words slurring a little.

You lifted your eyes, slowly looking around his very nice, very dark bathroom. The black tile juxtaposed against the silver hardware and his pale skin, complimenting his dark features, his eyes meeting yours, appearing slightly cold, yet somehow warming you up from deep inside.

“This is a nice place Megz.” You mumbled, your eyes hooded as heat slowly pooled in the depths of your core. “I’m glad I made it this time”.

“Yeah, me too. But I wasn’t letting you go home regardless.” His blues traveled up your leg, settling on your center for a beat, before flicking up to your flushed face.

You huffed, “What do you mean … letting me?” you asked, your eyebrow hiked up as you pressed your left heel into his shoulder a little.

“Tch,” Megumi scoffed as he looked down at your heel, then back up at you gripping both of your calves tightly. “You heard me.”

He stood up from his position on the floor, locking eyes with you as he maintained a strong grip on your legs, his fingers now curled around the back of your knees as he pressed his body between them. Your ass, clad in your slippery sequins slid closer to him easily on the smooth surface of his bathroom counter.

He leaned into you, his lips less than an inch from hours. “I’m hungry.” He whispered, lifting your thighs up from the counter, pressing them into his sides.

Your core clenched as your sleepy eyes scanned his features. He dipped his face into your neck, sliding his lips up and across your jaw.

“Then go get some food.” You breathed, pushing him backwards with your leg, then crossing them in front of him.

He stumbled back a couple steps, glaring “Nah, I don’t want that.”

“Well, what do you want, Megumi?” you asked, “To keep ‘playing’ for Nanako?”

“What?”

“You heard me.” You snapped back quietly, echoing his words from earlier as your body lightly swayed right to left as you sat on the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here?”

“You didn’t need to know.”

You leaned forward, “And why the fuck not?” you asked with a smirk.

He walked closer to you squinting, his gaze piercing yours as he propped his arms up on the counter on either side of you, his body leaning into yours. “Because she’s not a factor.”

“Yet you kept it from me that she was coming around.”

“She’s a wild card. Unpredictable. And frankly...” he muttered with a sigh, “unimportant.”

His eyes scanned your body as if sizing you up, but you now knew better. That feeling surfaced again from deep inside you, the one you recalled from the night you first met. The one of you being mildly violated by his tangible gaze. The one that you now realize reflects actual hunger stirring inside him.

Megumi continued, “You and I had far better things to spend our energy on.” He said, positioning his lips close to yours again, gripping your thigh at the knee as it crossed over your other leg.

“Like what?” you said pointedly with a healthy dose of attitude, a weak attempt at hiding how much you loved his domineering behavior. You could hear

Up Late – Ari Lennox

playing in his living room.

Megumi squeezed your knee harder, pushing your leg down, uncrossing them, then spreading your thighs apart forcefully as you resisted. He pressed his body against the counter between them, then gripped your ass with both hands, pulling your body flush against his. “Like this.”

Your hand went up to push him away, but he immediately whipped his hand around, gripping your wrist as he held it between his chest and yours.

“The hell are you fightin’ me for, huh?”

You leaned in closer to his face. “I’m just not interested in being fucked over by some arrogant musician.” you said, cutting your eyes.

“Then how about just being fucked?” he huffed, pressing his hardened cock against your center as he gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as his arm wrapped round your body.

He continued, “And you’re supposed to be addressing me as ‘sir’.”

Your core clenched harder as he teased you, coaxing your body to call out to him as his thick cock rubbed roughly against your clit behind his jeans, soliciting a tiny mewl from your lips.

“I don’t want to fuck you.” He released your wrist, moving it to curve around your neck tightly as he spoke into your mouth. “I need to. Just like I need you to fuck me…”

“Me–” you started, as his lips crashed into yours, his chest pressing flush against yours, his strong arm tightening around your body.

His tongue aggressively slid across yours, dipping deep into your mouth as your head fell back and you began to succumb to his antics.

“Fucking miss you” he breathed into your mouth as he bucked his middle forward and his hard length pressed even more firmly into your clothed sex.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders as he pulled you closer, his hand now gripping your outer thigh, sliding up your leg and under your hiked up skirt.

It traveled around to your inner thigh where his fingers slowly rubbed up and down your middle, your panties already wet from your slick and the feeling of him manhandling you so close to his delicious cock.

Megumi’s fingers curled around the lining of your panties, the friction from his skin against your clit and folds immediately making you shudder, as your core clenched hard around nothing.

His two middle fingers circled your clit roughly as he breathed heavily into your mouth, causing you to jerk and moan. He pressed them past your slit with ease, gliding against the slick walls inside you, watching your face as you moaned and threw your head back as he toyed with you.

He buried his head in your neck as his fingers disappeared into your hole to the knuckle, curling inside, his tongue lapping at your flesh as he sucked along your pulse point. Just as you began to call out, he gripped the back of your neck again, pressing your lips against his, his tongue bullying your mouth.

He thrusted his two middle fingers inside you, his palm hitting your clit again and again as the sound of him sloshing into your heat bounced off of the hollow walls of the bathroom.

Your hips jerked as your lower back arched toward his hand, begging him for more as he pumped them in and out of your opening repeatedly, pushing you quickly toward the edge.

Both of you moaned as your body denied you the ability to fight him any longer, his hand steadily smacking against your sensitive clit as you held him tight and neared your climax... the mood disrupted by multiple loud bangs on the door.

“Ayo! You got company, bro!” Choso called, piercing through the tension.

Regardless of the sound, Megumi pumped his hand faster deeper into your quivering core as he locked eyes with you, your pained face and panting lips driving his desire to force you to cum hard. He pressed his hand flush against your sex, shaking his palm vigorously back and forth on your clit as his fingers scraped violently along your gummy walls.

Your mouth opened to scream, and he pressed his lips against yours again as you came, pouring you arousal all over his hand, your body trembling against him as you gripped him in your arms.

You both panted heavily as you rode down your high, a fierce shudder passing through your body as Megumi slowly removed his fingers from inside you, your heart nearly breaking from their absence.

As his breathing steadied, he gazed into your eyes, lifting his fingers to your lips, slipping them past your tongue as he forced you to taste your own arousal. He then turned them into his own mouth sucking them clean, then kissed you softly on the lips.

“Gonna need a lot more of that.” He murmured against your mouth, turning his face to kiss you on the cheek.

He helped you down from the counter, making sure you were steady, then leaned over to wash his hands as you straightened out your skirt and attempted to regain your composure.

The water squeaked off as he turned to dry his hands on a towel, then toward you. He rested his hand lightly on the back of your head again as he spoke, “You okay?”

You nodded, and both headed for the door to see what the hell the commotion was about.

*~*~*~*~*

You both walked out, slightly dazed as

Damage – H.E.R.

played on his flat screen.

“The fuck is going on here?”, Megumi griped, his frown digging deep into his features the second the two of you hit the living room.

Your eyes adjusted to the scene, and lo and behold, Mimiko and Nanako were standing next to Yuji at the front door.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” you said out loud as you gawked at them in all their audacity.

“I’m sorry bro, I opened the door, and she just pushed past me!” Yuji groaned.

“She did.” Maki chimed in from the kitchen. “We saw it. We didn’t wanna kick her out until you got back here to corroborate her ‘story’.”

“I didn’t wanna touch her in case she tried to call the cops.” Yuji continued.

“And if it weren’t for Megumi, I’d have body slammed her ass already.” Nobara proclaimed, apparently highly pissed that she pushed Yuji.

Megumi huffed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Figures.” He stepped closer to the door where they all stood, turning his attention to Nanako.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He grumbled, “You do realize you’re making shit worse, right?”

“Uh… You didn’t know?” Mimiko chimed in, her eyes bouncing between Nanako’s frowning face and Megumi’s “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Megumi. She claimed we were coming here just to say goodbye and that she called you already.”

“What? That’s a negative. She didn’t call me” Megumi sneered as his eyes cut through Nanako’s stare. “And if she did, I didn’t answer”.

“We sure as hell didn’t hear or see it either.” Maki proclaimed. “His phone’s been sitting right here in front of me since we got here.”

Nanako said nothing as she stood there, all eyes on her as everyone waited for an explanation for what she was up to.

“Okay this is some bullshit.” You finally spoke, throwing your hands up, blood boiling at this point, your body and mind all having had enough.

“I’m fucking leaving.” You turn to face Megumi, leaning toward him as you spoke. “You obviously have business to take care of, and I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

You step past him, heading toward the back to get your things.

Megumi grabs your arm. “Stop. Don’t leave.” He urged.

“Why the hell not?” you shrugged, clearly agitated, choosing to be done with the situation.

“Because I asked you not to.” He leaned in close to your ear, looking you square in the eye. “Stop fucking running.”

You swallowed hard, slightly taken aback by his command. Your voice low and calm as you replied, “You have unresolved issues and giving her too much fucking space.”

“Nah. Fuck that. This is my spot.” He stated pointedly, his voice perfectly calm, eyes burrowing into yours. “You’re here with me. I didn’t ask her to come, I didn’t tell her to come, I didn’t give her permission. It’s you. Period.”

At that, Maki and Choso also make their way toward the door.

“You fuckin’ heard him.” Maki stated shaking her head, “Take your ass home.”

“Yea, it’s time to go.” Choso chimed in.

Mimiko leaned into Nanako, pleading. “Sis, please. It’s too much now.”

“I came to speak to my boyfr–”

“Ex.” Nobara interrupted. “Your EX-boyfriend. Let’s not pretend you’re not fucking delulu.”

“And besides that, disrespectful.” You added, rolling your eyes.

“I just wanna talk.” Her gaze turns to Megumi.

“About what? There ain’t shit else to say.” Megumi scoffed, as calm as ever, one arm still around yours, squeezing your hand with his as he tugged you slightly behind him, his other hand stuffed in his pocket.

“I was wrong.” She replied.

“Yeah. You were.” Megumi agreed, “And apparently still are. That’s why it’s over. It’s been over. I told you that. Many times.”

She looked around at everyone as if waiting for something to change. “Megumi…”

Your eyes screwed shut at the sound of his name. Hearing it come out of her mouth made you cringe so deeply your skin crawled.

“I… I just wanna talk! After nearly two years you can’t at least give me that?” She whined, tears pooling in her eyes.

You sighed heavily, averting your eyes to the ground, then looking over to Nobara, then to Megumi, who was already looking directly at you. You rubbed your forehead, closing your eyes, taking a deep breath, your lips pressing into a thin line as you shrugged subtly.

You’d mentioned this to Nobara at the bar. Having been where she is. Feeling the things that she felt.

Yeah, she was full of shit. Rude, and disrespectful. But she was just someone in love. Or … maybe just in regret. Regardless, you understood her, even if you wanted to knock some sense into her.

And your heart broke for her. Megumi was near perfect, and she discarded him over bullshit.

The reality was, she was in the middle of a man’s home, a man who didn’t want her, making a complete fool of herself. He had confessed his feelings in front of everyone, and they didn’t include being with her.

You knew she’d regret this. Not because she fought, but because she shouldn’t have. Not like this. This was over for her, and she couldn’t see it. If she could, she was simply being stupid, and you didn’t feel like joining her.

You then glanced over toward Mimiko. Who seemed overwhelmed by the situation also. “She’ll have her words, then we’ll leave. I promise.”

Nobara’s gaze was also fixed on you. She was obviously still pissed, but her expression seemed to soften as well.

“Would you mind helping walk them out? I’m tired.” You said,

“Of course,” Nobara said, “are you okay?” she asked, leaning into you.

“Yeah. If I go, it’ll probably just provoke her.” You sighed, “I just can’t anymore… but I trust Megumi.”

“Okay.” She replied, walking toward the door with Megumi and the girls.

Megumi turned and stepped toward you, hovering. “Don’t leave.” He insisted.

You nodded, then watched as they disappeared through the door. Yuji went with them.

You angled your face toward the ceiling, taking another deep breath.

“Hey singer.”

You turned toward Choso, who had gone back to sitting at the island with the rest of the band, who had watched the entire thing like some movie.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m cool. This really is some bullshit, though.”

“Yeah, we know.” Maki muttered. “All too goddamned well, too.”

You walked over to the island where there used to be a ton of food, grabbing a toothpick and stabbing a piece of turkey and cheese with it, then taking a cracker in your other hand.

“I figured more talking wouldn’t make much difference if it hasn’t up to now.” You murmured.

“Good call. She used to do this all the time at college.” Yuta claimed. “That’s one of the reasons they ended up splitting.”

“Crazy”. Toge chimed in.

You looked at him and giggled.

“She’d show up to watch rehearsals, back when it was just Megz, Toge and me, telling us we were all wasting our time.” Yuta griped. “It was pretty irritating even then.”

“Geez…” you cringed. “You’d think she’d be tired of it by now.”

“Yeah, you’d think.” Maki echoed. “She doesn’t. Megz got tired of the whole thing repeating itself and finally ended it. She didn’t take it well.”

“Tch, yeah.” you crunched on your cracker. “I could imagine. It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong. At least she got that far.”

“True.” Maki shrugged. “On that note, I’m tired as hell. Y’all ready to go?” she looked around at the boys.

“We can head out when Megz gets back” Choso stated.

“And we’ll talk about that other thing later.” Maki says to you.

“Okay. I’ll be right here on the couch.” You said as you walked over to the living room, plopped down and propped your legs up beside you on the couch.

You grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under your head as you laid down, watching music videos on the flat screen, then pulling the black throw over your legs since you had no idea how long their “conversation” would take.

*~*~*~*~*

“Hey.” You heard a voice say, as a warm hand wrapped around your neck. “Come to bed”.

It was Megumi. The lights were all off except for the glow coming from the mounted tv.

Blue Dream – Jene Aiko

played quietly, on the screen, perfect white noise. “Mmmh…” you moaned, disoriented and slightly dizzy. “What time is it?” you asked, your eyes still closed.

“About one thirty in the morning.” he answered, sitting next to you, smelling like fresh soap and incense.

You opened your eyes slightly as you took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, peeking at him past your lashes. “Hey… are you okay?” you whispered, concerned.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He replied softly, eyes hooded as he gazed lovingly at your sleepy face. “How are you feeling?”

You slowly pushed your torso up from the couch, looking around in a bit of a daze. “Where is everybody?”

“They went home.”

“Mmm” you mumbled, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t sleep here, you’ll catch cold.”

“Okay.”

Megumi stood up, holding on to your hand as you used it to stand. The concrete floor of his loft was ice cold under your feet as you’d warmed up quite a bit resting on the couch.

“Shower…” you mumbled, yawning as the both of you headed down the hallway.

“Okay.” Megumi answered as he detoured toward the bathroom with you in tow. “I’ll get your bag…” he said as he disappeared into his room.

*~*~*~*~*

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a few moments, glad to have had a fresh shower, washing away the stress of the night, and unfortunately more fond memories.

You were finally in Megumi’s home. Alone. Just you and him.

You had packed a few things for this occasion, yet were a little reluctant to be bold enough to use them. But after everything that’s happened, you wanted nothing more than to share some deeper intimacy with him.

He had offered to let you wear one of his tees again, but you declined, since you had other ideas. You had freshened up nicely, the scent of lavender and lemongrass wafting around you, your hair slightly damp from the shower, your scantily clad body covered in only two small articles of clothing: a black nightdress, the fabric soft and matte, lined with a cute lace design both at the low neck and at the hem which barely covered your matching black strappy undies.

Your heels were still in the bathroom from when Megumi removed them earlier. You took a paper towel and your solution from your bag and wiped them clean before slipping them back on.

You were awfully cute… but… should you? Of course you should. Youd been wanting to all night.

You exited the bathroom with a small pink bag in your hand. As you approached his room, you could hear his Bluetooth playing

Comfortable – H.E.R.

You turned the knob on his room door, to see him sitting on the side of the bed, facing you. He was wearing a black ribbed tank, loose fitting black sweatpants, and his boxers. His head was down, elbows bent at his knees as he waited.

You pushed the door wide as you crossed your legs, your hand with the bag hidden behind your back against the frame. As the door creaked open, Megumi’s eyes widened as you came into view, his lips parting as his dark blues scanned your silhouette, his hands gripping his thighs as they slid up his legs.

His floor was only half covered by carpet closest to his bed. The head of the bed was against the left wall, a bedside table next to it. There was a large floor to ceiling window on the far wall opposite the door, on the other side of the bed. You could see lights far away from houses outside.

“Wow.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You walked closer inside through the doorway, then stepped back to lean against the wall facing him, your right hand still behind your back with your bag.

He stood at the side of the bed, staring. A silence fell between you as his tangible gaze covered your entire frame. “You’re home with me now. You have nowhere to hide. I’ve finally got you where I want you.”

Your heart skipped as you blushed down toward the floor. It somehow felt as if he were speaking of more than just this moment. Your body began to feel warm as his eyes raked over you, blood rushing to your cheeks.

He often made you blush. And you couldn’t help it. Unfortunately for you, it was too easy for him to do, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Perhaps that was always his intention.

You pressed your head against the wall behind you, walking the tight line of tension between you, your eyes also raking over him.

“What? No collar tonight?” you asked with a relaxed tone, breaking the silence.

Megumi huffed, “I’d love that, actually.” He muttered, turning his smirk toward the floor as he looked up at you. “We won’t worry about it this time though. Since you weren’t bad.”

“Oh… Okay.” You replied.

You cocked your head sideways as you walked up to him slowly, the sound of your heels firmly clicking on the concrete floor of his room with each step before you reached the area rug. You set your bag down on the bedside table and reached both hands up to cup his face.

As your hands rested gently on his cheeks, you leaned in, pulling him close, then planted a single soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, your finger gliding feather-light from the nape of his neck, past his jaw, across his bottom lip.

Your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you gazed up into his beautiful blue eyes and whispered,

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<< Set 4 | Set 6 >>

Set 6 Preview: "... Likewise, you had carved a space from his heart that only you could refill. Everything about you, from your person, to your beautiful voice, the gleam in your eyes, to the way you received him, gently yet unintentionally massaging his ego and his manhood, you had locked him down into a den of pleasure that he had no desire to leave.

He growled against your skin, thrusting over and over., “Mmgh, everything about you is mine.”

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Boy, Bye

Spooky x black!fem!reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut central (with plot), flirting, mentions of drinking and drug use (relax it's just weed), smoking and driving (but don't be this stupid), Spooky being a nervous boy at the end, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap that bitch up we don't need any more crotch goblins jk), creampie because I'm a sick bitch, Spanish nicknames as usual, probably misspelling bcus I was high as shit writing this. lmk if i missed anything

A/N: This was inspired by Boy, Bye by Ari Lennox, her album age/sex/location is a banger I have rediscovered it and the idea hit me like a brick. I do wanna say I don't mention the readers skin tone or anything but she is a black woman bcus i mentioned a fresh set of braids. and black women should be the only ones wearing box braids, wigs, etc... in case yall forgot :)

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The distinct chatter of club patrons droned out of your ears as a persistent ringing replaced it. You sat at the bar, your back turned to counter and your elbows planted firmly on the surface. Just minding your business. Drinking your rum and coke.

"You look sweet like mangoes." A very hot and unwarranted breath invaded your space and it was a reminder as to why you didn't want to come out in the first place. Men were gross, they ruined everything with catcalls and what they think are sweet pickup lines. You turned your head to look at him, he flashed a drunken smile— his teeth crooked and filled with whatever he'd eaten before he got here. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the crowd.

He wasn't the first to approach you tonight, especially since you dispersed from your group to sit at the bar, your feet killing you from the stupid but cute heels you wore. "Sweet like mangoes huh?" You reiterated. He nodded leaning in closer as you leaned away. "Yeah. I know."

The man chuckled at your lack of a 'thank you.'

"Now why are you acting like that? Hm? A man can't get to know you?"

You wrapped your lips around your straw and sipped obnoxiously but he wasn't budging. "A man whose leftovers aren't in his teeth can get to know me." You bit. The man leaned back in disbelief, your comment seemingly sobering him up. "Well, fuck you then bitch."

You raised your glass. "You wish you could." That added fuel to the fire and he stormed off like a pissed off toddler. You smiled taking the last sip of your drink, turning around to place it on the bar, you needed a bit of time before you ordered another, might be the last before you go home. You hopped off the stool and grabbed your purse heading to the restroom, surprisingly there was no line but a few girls were hogging the vanity reapplying whatever makeup had come off. You shuffled inside the small stall and propped your purse on the hook of the door.

Once you were done handling business the women had disappeared and you had the sink to yourself, you washed your hands and dried them off with the paper towels provided, and you checked yourself out flipping your fresh braids to the side finding that was cuter than just having a middle part. When you were satisfied you headed back out putting a little pop in your hips. On your way back to your spot you noticed a man, a young man maybe about your age, sitting in on the seat next to yours. You shrugged and headed over anyway hopping back up without saying a word.

You pulled out your phone and noticed a notification from the group chat, one of the girls asking if you were okay and where were you. As you typed you remained oblivious to the stranger next to you, unaware of the little glances that he took at you. He tipped his head back as he drank from his Corona, you sighed putting your phone down. "You're good?" He asked, genuinely, to your surprise. You looked over at him and nodded. Your eyes analyzed whatever you could see in the shitty and low lighting. The first thing you noticed was the shaved head, not really your thing but it was cute on him, his bushy eyebrows raised in interest watching you examine him. He sported a small moustache and a goatee, the sides were clean-shaven, his slim and aquiline nose complimented him as well and with a nose like that, you wondered how the rides were on that face.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked breaking the silence, you'd accept it, telling him thanks and allowing him to wave over the bartender. You remembered seeing a whiskey sour on the little drink menu and ordering that while he ordered another Corona. He smiled at you, his cheeks so high it made his eyes squint, and you tugged at your bottom lip. "Don't worry I don't have any corny ass pickup lines like the rest of these putos." He reassured. You playfully dismissed him. "Eh, they aren't so bad." Lies.

He turned himself in the stool, his whole body facing you-- one leg on the footrest of the seat and the other on the floor. Your eyes involuntarily dropped down to his lap and quickly back up to his eyes. "Yeah? So, how come you pushed 'em all away?"

He'd been watching you?

"'Cause none of them bought me a drink." You flirted. "Oooh, so that's why I haven't gotten dissed yet?"

You shrugged. "Maybe."

"I can respect that."

Your drinks arrived and you thanked the bartender. He raised his bottle. "Salud."

"Salud." You copied. You took a sip and shook your head, damn that really is sour. He snorted at the way your face contorted. "Don't like it?"

"Didn't expect it to be that sour."

"I could get you a different drink."

You passed. "It's okay, I can handle it. Plus I wouldn't want one of your little girlfriends seeing you buy me more than one drink."

He rolled his eyes bringing his drink to his lip, "No girlfriends over here."

"Surprised."

"Why?"

You set your whiskey sour down and boldly stated, "You're way too fine to be alone." He turned his head away from you, a warm feeling spreading across his face but he couldn't let you see it. "Thanks, mamita." He responded turning back to your direction. "You sure your man won't fight me for buying you one? 'Cause I can put up a good fight cariño."

You tilted your head to the side, smitten. "No boyfriend's over here."

"Good to know."

— — Your once drastic and boring night was starting to look upward. Spooky, you found out to be his name, was good conversation. Yeah, he threw a corny line here and there but you actually liked them coming from him, he wasn't trying too hard he was just being playful.

Your eyes landed on the imprint on his neck, a crucifix tilted on its side with the name Santos etched down the middle. "Los Santos... hm are you?"

"Am I what?"

You leaned into him your hand finding its way to the side of his neck and gently dragging your nails on his inked skin. "A saint."

His eyes focused more on your lips. "More of a sinner." He mumbled. You giggled tipsily. "Boy, bye."

The DJ had announced it was the last song of the night, you looked at your phone reading 3 AM, your plans to leave early had been disrupted in the best way. Spooky noticed your attention detour. "Ready to go home?"

You sighed now not wanting the night to end. "Guess so."

"I could drop you home."

Your eyes sharpened, you didn't know him... but, fuck, you liked him enough to almost agree to it. "I don't know if I want a sinner dropping me home."

He put his hand over yours, the contact sparked a warm feeling in your lower belly. He guided your palm to his chest. "I'll be a saint,cielito, don't worry."

You laughed wholeheartedly. "That was so fucking lame."

"Made you laugh though."

It did.

You agreed to take the ride and while he paid for the drinks you texted the group:

Y/n: got a ride home ;) I'll talk to you bitches tomorrow.

They gassed you up for any potential activity tonight and hoped that you'd get home safely. Spooky got off first and held his hand out to help you down, he didn't let go as he led you through the crowd, he met up with the boys you assumed he came with and dapped them up with his free hand, his other one never letting go of yours.

Soon, you two were out the door, you lowkey stumbled through the parking lot, alcohol and heels were never a good combo. He helped you though. And you two arrived in front a Red Impala, your mouth twitched with fascination. "Nice car." You blurted out. "Thanks ma, worked on it myself."

"Damn, he's cute and a mechanic? You sure no one is crazy over you?"

He opened the door for you. "No, just you."

"I'm not crazy, yet." You pointed before sliding inside. He closed your door and headed over to his side. Your body was full of tingles, the feeling reaching your toes but you didn't know if it was the buzz from your drink or if it was him. Either way, you were enjoying this.

Spooky pulled off. You sighed and smiled lazily throwing your head back, you were floating— your body felt like it was flying through space. "You smoke?" He asked, you heard a lighter flicker and you shook your head. "I do, but I can't take anything else right now."

He shrugged and inhaled the THC, he reached for the dial on his stereo and turned up the volume, the music he was playing earlier resuming its beat. Sierra Leone by Frank Ocean serenaded your ears. "I love this song."

You hummed along to the slow tune. Spooky caught you in the corner of his eye, he smiled. He enjoyed the show and the company until he pulled up to your neighbourhood and into your driveway. You groaned, did he really have to go?

You notice him turn the car off. "You're not coming inside you know."

He smirked. "Don't worry, I'm just taking you to the door at least."

You slightly frowned, he left you for a few seconds before your door opened and he offered his hand once again. You successfully landed on your feet, your hand moulded with his and now it was your turn to lead him. Up the steps. You fumbled with your keys until you found the correct one, you felt nervous under his gaze. Those low eyelids undressing you, you just knew it. Your key slid into the slot and turned it unlocking your door. "Thanks... for the ride."

"No problem, ma." You looked up as he towered over you. His energy pulled you in, you were drunk but you weren't that drunk. Maybe he could come in for a little bit.

— — Clothes spread across your bedroom floor, the sheets sliding off the bed like melted cheese. You two were in a tangle of limbs, naked bodies pressed against each other, his nose brushed yours as he planted the softest kiss on your lips. Your hands flew to his flushed cheeks pulling him in with eagerness and at the same time, his slender finger running over your blue panties. You smiled against his lips. His kisses were so warm and passionate. 

He used his fingers to tug at your panties, hauling them to the side. You whined feeling him run them between your wet folds, collecting and salivating your juices. He toyed with your clit, slowly and steadily, your hips bucking up to chase his touch. Ending your short misery a finger entered your heat, you gasped in the middle of your kiss and your eyebrows knitted together, your face reading 'finally.' You smiled hazily against his lips once he pulled it out and plunged back in with an additional finger. "Fuuuuck."

He skillfully curled his fingers up hitting that spongey spot, that sweet spot. You squirmed under him with pleasure and anticipation... desperation, for more. You sat up on your elbows looking down and seeing his fingers work their magic on you, your mouth fell open, pushing your hips forward once again. You just wanted more.

You looked back up at him. "You're so pretty when you make that face, cariño." He complimented. The heel of his hand brushed against your pulsing clit, you clenched around his fingers causing a smirk to appear on his face. "S-shit, please."

"Please what mi amor?"

For once, you were in no mood for foreplay, you were very slick and sticky with arousal. "Just fuck me, please."

He smiled shaking his head at your earnest request, he continued his teasing assault on your sweet spot, his lips connecting to your neck, your eyes rolling at the immense pleasure you were receiving. Your hand on the back of his neck holding him in place. "Yes... oh... yes!" He was pulling your orgasm closer and closer, your hips raised off the mattress. "I thought you just said you wanted me to fuck you?"

"I-I do."

"Doesn't seem like it now." He evilly chuckled. The sound of your pussy juice and your frantic whimpers went straight to his dick, his growing erection poking at your leg. "I'm gonna cum." You wept. Spooky slowly pulled out his fingers leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, you groaned glaring at him. He winked wrapping his lips around the fingers that were just inside you, he licked off your essence until his fingers were clean. You giggled dropping your head on the pillow.

Spooky pulled off his boxers and his dick sprung out with a wet thud once the tip hit his lower abdomen, fuck he was so hard, you drooled at the sight spreading your legs further apart. He wrapped his hand around his girth sliding his tip between your soaked folds before carefully pushing his length inside you. Your voice broke at the feeling of him against your gummy walls, enveloping every inch he had to give you. Your bottom lip finds comfort between your teeth, your head tipped back and your toes curled. His sack hits your ass as he bottomed out. Filled you to the brim.

Spooky held his position, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. His warm hands find solace on the back of your thighs, sliding up to the crook of your knee. You felt as he pushed your legs back, your knees touching your chest. He pulled his hips back and pushed them forward flush against your pelvis his coarse curly hair at the base of his shaft brushing against your clit, an additional sensation. 

Your hands wrapped around his wrists as he rocked into you, giving you strokes you've never felt in your life. Your mouth fell open, breathless whispers leaving your throat, egging him on about how well he stretched you, how full you felt with him inside you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That feels so-o good." 

Spooky smirked looking down at you, your various love faces so beautiful being contorted with pleasure. He leaned down, your legs now planted on his shoulders, he kissed your nose and then forehead before pressing his against it. There was a mix of sounds-- his grunting, your erotic moans and the sound of skin on skin bounced off the walls, if you lived in an apartment they'd probably knock on the wall to complain. 

You could feel yourself leaking, dripping, onto the sheets and coating his dick in your desire. "You're so fucking pretty when you're taking me, princesa. Eres muy guapa." He groaned, your head fell back, your high carefully approaching once again. Your nails left crescent shapes on his skin. "Shit! I like being inside you, you're so fucking wet, bebita." 

Your walls constantly fluttered around him. He hissed and you smirked. "I know you feel that, fuck, I'm gonna cum for you." 

His hand slipped between sweaty bodies, his fingers finding your clit once again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, his teeth nibble at your jaw. "Right there! Uh-huh, right fucking there!" Spooky pounded into you, hard yet maintaining rhythm. Your eyes are glossy with incoming tears, the overstimulation of it all. "Fucking squeeze me, mamita. I got you, cum on this dick." 

His words tip you over and your body tenses up and your eyes fall into the pit of your skull. He felt every pulsation of your orgasm, his tip constantly hitting your spot. He held up his weight, his hands rested on your lower back fingers gripping your ass cheeks. His thrusts became sloppier as he helped your ride out your orgasm and his quickly approaching. "Oh my god," You hazily giggle. "Fuck! Yeah, use me to get yourself off, please. Cum wherever you want, baby, give it to me." 

Spooky pushed in one more time, you faintly smiled at the feeling of his warm spend squirting inside of you. You were both out of breath, Spooky leaned back and sat on his knees with his softening dick still buried inside you. He helped take your legs off his shoulder and you mumbled in pain. "Shit... I mean I didn't expect you to actually fold me." 

He laughed. "I said I was gonna do it." He spoke in reference to his warning earlier when you lured him into your house. He leaned down once again to give you an affectionate kiss. "You feeling okay?" 

"More than okay." You confessed. "Good," He kissed your nose before pulling out, you almost pouted at the loss. "You're okay if I grab some water?" 

You nodded telling him there were bottles in the fridge, he shot you a thumbs up and put on his boxers before he left, once he was out of your sight you let out a big sigh of relief and a very bright smile was sure to follow. You felt so giddy, butterflies were making their home in your nervous system. What the fuck was this feeling? 

Spooky grabbed two bottles and made his way back upstairs, offering you one. You thanked him and sat up as carefully as you could. You caught a prideful smirk on his face. "Don't start." You warned him, he put his hands up in defence. 

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asked out of the blue. "Not much, why?" 

"Uh, I'm not one to overstep my boundaries and it's up to you,  really, but do you want to get something to eat?" 

You nodded. "Of course. Any places in mind?" 

"There's a... breakfast bar... downtown." He sounded more nervous with that statement. You blushed. "Breakfast? Oh, so you want to spend the night with me, Spooky?" 

He suddenly felt like an idiot, he was very much a one-night stand or a friends-with-benefits person but with you, he kind of wanted to see if this could go somewhere. "If that's cool with you." 

You set your bottle down on the nightstand, you smiled propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You crawl over to him and kiss his temple, you go down to nibble his ear and whisper; "If you keep fucking me like that, I just might have to keep you." 

He shivered, his dick jumped at the thought alone. Quickly the roles were reversed back his fingers intertwined with yours as he put you on your back. 

"I better get to work then."

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up late

FEATURING. kazutora x gn!reader

DESCRIPTION. even though it's the crack of dawn and sleep is long overdue, kazutora decides to finally let you braid his hair.

TAGS. fluff, implied black reader & timeskip kazutora

NOTE. umm valhalla is getting animated soooo I had to defend my little meow meow somehow 👍🏾 aka just write fluff 👍🏾 naurrr we didn't give kazutora cornrows we just gave him two braids... like the ones on the sides 🤔

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"What's that?" Kazutora turns to you, confusion swimming in his sandy eyes. In response, you place the orange bottle closer to his face.

But instead of focusing his gaze on the presented hair product, he glances at you. He has to fight away an impending smile as you shuffle around in excitement.

"It's detangler, it'll make your hair easier to braid." You nod, waving him over to sit. When he does, he makes the split decision to lay his head on your thigh.

Your heart reels at the subtle action. At times, he acted like a cat vying for your attention. It’s moments like these that you wished to replicate into an irreparable image and store into the safest crevice of your mind.

Nonetheless, it's a contrast to the beginning stages of your relationship with Kazutora. His touches used to be hesitant. Tainted hands were what he used to think he owned, not worthy enough to even give a gentle caress. 

With his hair cast to the side, your eye catches the familiar tattoo that graced his neck. With the pad of your index finger, you lightly traced the dark pattern that speared out like curling flames and mapped into a tiger with bared teeth. At your touch, he lets out a sigh layered with sleep.

"Tora?"

"Mhm?"

"I can't braid your hair like this." He lets up with a small groan. "It's just two braids, after that we can go to sleep."

"Why do you want to braid my hair so badly?" He questions, eyes fluttering shut as you rake through his hair and apply a cool substance. The smell of coconut wafts through, mending with the low whir of the fan to create a soothing, comforting air. 

"I don't know, I just think that you'd look nice. It's different from your usual ponytails." You admit, relieving your fingers through any knots in his hair. 

“I like my ponytails.” You can’t see his expression but a frown is evident in his tone.

“I like them too.” He doesn’t reply as you start parting a line in the middle of his scalp. You tilt your head. “Why’s your scalp so shiny?”

“I use your oil.” He leans backward as you usher him closer to continue with your part. “The one on your dresser.” 

“Really?” Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

“I’m not supposed to?” He cranes his neck towards you, doe eyes on display. Almost instantly, your expression softens.

“No, it’s fine." You shake your head. "Just don’t use too much or your hair will get all greasy and stuff.” He nods, eyes still focused on you.

“What?” You chuckle as he advances forward. Slowly, you trail your eyes from the beauty mark underneath his eye to his pillowy-soft lips.

He’s inches away and you’re suddenly cast with the feeling to clear your throat, look away and avert your eyes.  Kazutora always made you feel like a ditzy teenager with a long-term crush.

You’re not too sure if it’s a good or bad thing.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head slightly, the dim light somehow illuminating the yellow stripes in his hair.

“Just wanted to kiss you.” He whispers, his breath tickling your lips as he presses forward.

When his lips mold against yours, you practically melt. His lips are ridiculously soft, reassuring in a loving way. The kiss is nothing like the fumbled ones of fifteen-year-old you and him.

His arms come to wrap themselves around your waist. Yours, around his shoulders. But as your hands linger closely to comb through his hair, you're snapped out of momentary bliss. And before the kiss can go any further, you pull away.

"Alright." You push at his shoulders, avoiding his annoyed glare. "Sit."

"You're so adamant about doing this." He groans but complies.

"At least you know." You quip, fingers already starting the first braid. Though, you pause when he lets out a hiss. You raise a skeptical eyebrow, the reason for his discontent already weighing on your mind.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes, very much so."

You let out a low laugh at the revelation and continue further down, more mindful than before.

"What's funny?"

"I never thought you'd be tender-headed."

"I’ll act like I know what that means.”

“...Context clues Tora, context clues.”

“Shut up and do my hair.”

“Sir, yes sir.” 

——

“Do you like it?” You exclaim, smile wide as he stands in front of the bathroom mirror.

You watch as he sways, shoulders heavy from exhaustion. He looks like his younger self, the only thing different is his eyes; they're less dull, not abyssal like they used to be.

“Love it.” He slurs, turning to bury his face in your neck. You stumble back for a second or two before regaining your balance.

“Alright, if you love it can i ge–” You pause, your request for a cat put to a halt. “Tora?” 

A light snore is your only answer. 

You sigh, a scowl sitting on your lips. "You're way too heavy to carry to bed."

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BMO part 2

Parring: Spencer Reid x black fem reader!

Warnings: none I think but I if I missed something pls tell me!

Spencer and and the team have a family dinner at Rossi’s, Tara has invited her younger sister, and the team soon discover that boy wonder and Dr y/n Lewis have a lot in common

"Tara I promise you I'm not gonna be late I'm only a few minutes away I'll be there soon"

"Okay y/n you better be or your going to be the one to wake all this dishes at Rossi's"

"Yeah I'm not doing that I'll be there any second now"

Tara had decided to invite me to one of Rossi's infamous dinner parties, Tara and I haven't seen each other for 9 months since hat may not seem like a lot but we are extremely close so to us it feels like life time. She had already told me about her team numerous time but tonight my anxiety was running high these are the people excluding dad and I that she considers family and I don't want to make a fool of myself. Tara told me that the dress code was fancy extremely fancy and I don't have that kind of wardrobe so I had to buy a dress before I left for D.C.

For the evening I was wearing a strapless floor length blue gown gown. I paired this dress with black Stilettos.For my hair I decided to keep it my butterfly locs in that were black and long and fell to my mid back

Spencer POV

Tara had describe her younger sister as the life of the party always outgoing funny but nothing really else she only said that her and I would definitely get along, I mean I'm not really looking to get with someone right now but it would be nice to be friends with someone the same age as me and outside of the team.

Y/N’s POV

My cab had dropped me of right outside Rossi's house and I was awe of his house, really it was a mansion it was modern but still had a touch of character. I paid my fair and hot out the cab with my off the shoulder bag I walked up the stairs a gently knocked of the door. Tara opened the door instantly calming me bringing my heart rate down. Grabbing a hold of her pulling her into a big hug.

"Hey sis ugh I missed you so much how are you how is doug?"

"Awww Y/n I missed you so much and uhhh me and doug aren't together anymore"

"Wait I'm sorry but how much did I missed you guys broke up"

"Yeah you've missed a lot but don't worry I'll will catch you up love, come in meet then team you look gorgeous by the way"

"Thank you ta-" was cut of by an eccentric women dressed in a colourful outfit squealing and taking me into a bear hug.

"Oh you must be Y/n, Tara's younger sister I'm Penelope Garcia it's so nice to meet you and you are so pretty your skin your hair! Omg your hair Tara why have you never gotten braids before?"

I was taken aback but so intrigued she seems like such a fun and outgoing person definitely someone I would love to be friends with. Replying for Tara I said.

"Oh Tara's never really been with the whole braids thing even when when we were younger she's always been more into wigs."

A women with piercing black hair and beautiful eyelashes who I can only assume was Emily standing in the foyer with the rest of the team questioned.

"Wait I'm sorry but Tara that's not your real hair?"

I turned to look and Tara who then looked back at me whilst we both turned to the only other black person in the room who I assume is Derek morgen by the description Tara gave me of her co workers. All three of us proceeded to look at each other then back at Emily after a brief moment of silence Derek and I burst into laughter. Tara interrupted our laughter, "why don't we introduce you to the rest of the team instead of revealing my hair secrets of mmh?" I walked with Tara to go meet Hotch and Rossi whilst I turned to Garcia giving me a cheeky grin and mouthing Your in big trouble.

I said hi to Hotch and Rossi thanking him for inviting me into his beautiful home I was then lead to JJ and Derek greeting them.

"Hi it's really nice to meet you guys" I waved at them and they both gave me a confused looked.

"Oh I don't shake hands to many germs it's actually safer to kiss then to shake hands with someone" they both looked at me stunned then looked to the mystery man talking to Penelope and Emily.

"Not that I don't want to shake your hand I do it's just not my thing... sorry I ramble a lot when I get nervous."

"No it's okay you just remind us of someone that's all" Derek said whilst smirking with JJ.

"Dinners ready let's all meet at the garden" Rossi announced.

I Weaved my arm through Tara's as well began walking to the garden. "So Dr.Lewis how are you finding Washington" Penelope asked me

"Oh it's really nice I'm enjoying the city right now and I'm excited to be with Tara for the next few months"

Spencer's POV

"Wait did you say Dr.Lewis"

"Yeah Spence, y/n is a Dr" JJ said

"Oh so you guys looked me up? I mean I dont mind I could have just told you guys" Y/n said giggling

"Yeah I looked you up, anyone on the teams family is my family" Garcia said matching her giggle.

"Yeah I have a phd in psychology maths and physics, and a bachelors in criminology" Y/n replied weakly.

"Oh come on y/n/n tell him then the rest come on!" Tara said encouraging her sister to speak

"And I have an IQ of 190 and an eidetic memory"

"And y/n?” Tara said encouraging her once more.

"And I can read 25,000 words per minute, but they don't want to here about this boring stuff Tara."

"We do want to hear about this what if someone was like you?" Derek said

By this point we had gotten to the garden and were sitting at the table I was visibly staring at Y/n but I didn't care she was beautiful and her brain was to, she was like me no she was smarter and I wanted so badly to get to know her. As she sat down in between Tara and I she jokingly said.

"if I meet a guy with an IQ and eidetic memory like mine, a Doctor, with a nice personality and was cute like extremely attractive I would date him in a heartbeat but those types of guys don't exist"

I don't know what came over me but I had to reply y/n was talking about me I'm her dream man and she didn't even know it. Tara only said she and I would get along but I didn't know this well she's like the denial version of me but better, her skin glowed under the fairy lights that hung around Rossi's garden making her look angelic. Her dress accentuated every curve and dip on her body her cleavage ever so slightly protruding out of her dress but her body wasn't what intrigued me it was her her mind her personality I haven't even had a conversation with her but I already want to get to know her. So I downed my glass of liquid courage turned to her and I was about to describe Derek butted in and said.

Y/N’s POV

"I think Y/n over here just describe pretty boy"

"I described who"

I turned to Tara slaking her what Derek meant but she wouldn't look in my direction.

"Uhh I think what there trying to say is that you describing me Y/n I have and IQ of 187 I also have an eidetic memory and 3 PHD's but I mean I don't know if I'm-"

"You are attractive...if that's what you were going to ask"

I didn't even know the name of the man who spoke I think it might be Spencer but i didn't care because this was the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life

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[brownsugarwrites]

Backseat ♡

Pairings: jason todd x black reader

Warnings: none. College au. Not smut be at the breaking point of it. Very suggestive. Mentions of smoking and getting high. Jason is very smitten. Reader has acrylics. Mentions of richboy!jason. Inspired by ari lennox's backseat.

It was just a few hours after you and jason's date to the mall to where he insisted on using Bruce's money to spoil you.

You didn't mind it but sometimes he could go a little overboard for you.

If you were hesitating to get something he would just grab your size and go to the cash register to pay. You would roll your eyes at his antics while he would give an innocent smile. He would also buy things you didn't necessarily need. Like a new tiffany necklace or another full bottle of perfume

Sighing you put the joint out in the ashtray before leaning the seat back a little bit turning up the radio that was currently playing ari lennox.

"Did you enjoy today beautiful?" He asked you giving a small smile

“I did. Thank you so much sugar” you gushed at him

Staring at him a bit longer you always thought he was so pretty with his grey patch and pretty eyes

Taking his face in your manicured hand you smiled lazily at him.

Feeling your acrylics trace over his cheeks he felt his face heat up slightly

Bringing his face closer to yours you gave him a kiss. Then another one and another one until the two of you were full blown making out.

its was soft and sensual until your hands found his way in his lap rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his dick.

You knew exactly what you were doing. It's been a while since the two of you were initmate. With classes getting in the way of personal time it was hard for you two to actually have dates and hang out.

And the way the weed was talking to you, you needed him now.

Feeling him pick you up by your waist he pulled you over the console to place you on his lap.

Finding comfort on the nape of his neck you subtly grinded down on him to tease him just a little. Feeling him groan into the kiss you smiled slightly

"You know. We should take this to the backseat" you said before going to kiss his neck

"I would like that alot" he said in your ear making you shiver slightly at his breath fanning your ear

Jason leaned to open the car door. As you were climbing out the car you felt Jason place a teasing slap to your ass. Rolling your eyes you opened the back door sliding in the seat.

Following behind you Jason quickly climb on top of you kissing you again.

"What am I going to do with you" He muttered going towards your neck

Perfect way to end a date.

[twistedcharismaaa]

Create With Me?

Summary: Lakeith goes for a peaceful stroll through the park and stumbles across a gem.

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m back with something new! I don’t what I want to do with this story. I’m not sure if its a one-shot or a series or just what. But this is my attempt at trying to push thru my writer’s block! I hope you guys enjoy! Please leave a comment for ya girl! I love you guys soooooo much!

Lakeith casually walked around the park with both hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. The park was full of childish laughter, dogs barking, and soft music. He watched loving parents chase their joyful children around picnic tables while others spent quality time with their pets. He witnessed some couples walking hand in hand and he also noticed the people who decided to enjoy the fresh air alone. The majority of them had their noses completely submerged in some type of book. After 45 minutes of site seeing, he felt his feet grow weary so he decided to give them a much-needed rest. Luckily, he stumbled across a vacant tree. He sighed loudly as he relaxed his back on the bark of the tree. He enjoyed the shade that the tree provided. It was the simple things that he appreciated the most. The sounds of birds humming sweet melodies, subtle breezes, sunshine, and moonlight. There was beauty in everything and all beauty should be relished deeply. He let his fingertips graze the grass as he looked up at the floating clouds. He smiled faintly before small tears formed in his eyes. Again, he inhaled deeply but this time slower. He tore his eyes away from the sky as he pulled his phone out of his left-hand pocket. He unlocked his phone with a swipe of his finger and opened his favorite music app. Before he could start playing his music, he saw a woman a couple of feet from him sitting at a picnic table. He watched the woman throw her journal down on the ground in complete frustration. He paused completely allured by her natural elegance. He felt his chest tightening ever so slowly. 

“Shit,” he muttered to himself.

With one glance, he forgot to breathe. She literally took his breath away. He placed one hand on his chest and inhaled subtly. He was in awe - a state of shock that someone could be so naturally enticing. Without her even knowing, she had woven the perfect web for him to easily fall in love. Her skin was the color of the richest cocoa - fully chocolate. Her tightly coiled hair was lively, boisterous even. Her mocha hued eyes were soft, welcoming. Her body was uniquely shaped - curvy and unapologetically tempting. Her eyebrows furrowed as she placed her fingertips on her temples gently massaging them in small circles.

Lakeith quickly stood to his feet, grabbed her journal, and approached her smiling widely. Being careful not to startle her, he cleared his throat loudly to make his presence known. 

“Excuse me? I think you purposely dropped this?” he said calmly.

The woman looked up at him in embarrassment. Her eyes grew wide while an anxious smile crept across her lips.

“Oh shit! Did I hit you? Fuck, I’m sorry.” she answered sincerely while retrieving the journal from Lakeith.

“Nah nah, I just saw you and wanted to bring you back your journal. Um, I’m Lakeith by the way,” he said nervously while sliding his hands back in his pockets.

“Ari,” she responded sweetly. “And thank you by the way,” she added while tucking a curl behind her ear.

“It’s no problem …. If you don’t mind me asking, what has you so frustrated?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m an artist who, at the moment, cannot create art,” she admitted.

“Ahh, I get it. You’re blocked. That’s the worst feeling. I still have a poem from five years ago I never finished.” he replied while looking at the grass beneath his feet and then back into her eyes.

“A poet?” she questioned while smiling widely. “That’s dope. Do you still remember the poem?” she continued.

“Ha, I have that shit memorized actually,” he admitted.

“Sit. Share it with me? Please?” she begged.

Lakeith laughed and sat across from her. He interlocked his fingers on the table and nodded in agreement before reciting his unfinished poem.

“How deep is my love?

What do you want me to say? 

Something corny like it’s deeper than the depth of the ocean sea?

Nah, it’s deeper than that.

It’s deeper than philosophy, deeper than religion

And deeper than astrology. 

To be loved by me is to be cradled in unconditional warmth

Constantly having your mind stroked in the most tender way

How deep is my love?

It is breath. It is healing. It is birth.”

“Yea, it went a little something like that,” he said shyly.

“That was beautiful,” she said while absentmindedly grabbing his hand softly. “So beautiful,” she repeated.

“I think you’re beautiful. And I apologize in advance for being so forward,” he said.

Ari felt her cheeks becoming flushed. She giggled and looked around the park before making eye contact with Lakeith again.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I would love to create something with you sometime,” he suggested.

“I would love that too actually,” she answered sweetly. 

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Part 2

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[sintiva]

❝baby, can you suck it?❞ ✧ ೃ༄

ft. toji x black!reader

۵summary: toji’s day of festivities starts with you on your knees 🫶🏽

‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ۵content warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, chubby!reader, reader is into makeup, is a throat goat, slight degradation (toji calls us a slut twice), oral sex 😚, cock worshipping, impact play, spit kink, hair pulling, dacryphilia, throat fucking, cum eating, facial… // wc: 2.8k

‏‏‎ ‎ ۵notes: y’all thought i was playing about that oral fixation, huh👩🏽‍🦯this was supposed to be less than 1k……😭 (ac: @/beesflyy_ on ig!!)

“baby, can i suck it?” you plead. 

you paw and fondle your husband’s bulge that sits comfortably in his sweats. you cup it, rub it, and stroke it while you beg with big, doe eyes. he stares at your all’s shared reflection in your vanity mirror. unimpressed, annoyed, flattered you can’t really tell. maybe if you’re eyes didn’t pathetically dart back and forth between his eyes and dick you’d be able to read him.

you finally finished beating your face and spritzed setting spray to lock everything in. he’d been watching your entire process since the moment you patted your face dry from cleansing. you always started getting ready before him, but you both showered together.

a vanilla bean 3-wick candle was burning, he had the mood lights on in the room, and from your tv; ari lennox’s voice floated through the room. boy bye making you sing your heart out and reenact your own one-man dialogue. there he lay in bed, a towel around his shoulders, and his thumb scrolling through tik toks 

 toji didn’t find it necessary for you to get ready so early, more so, he didn’t really understand why you wore makeup, but he didn’t care. besides, he'd already spent hundreds of dollars buying you whatever products you desired, so he couldn’t complain. so, eventually, he’d learn your routine, and when he noticed you were finished he’d waltz on over. 

only hopping a mere foot off the bed and pacing forward with about twenty steps until he was right by your side. no underwear, no shirt; just sweats and his love-smitten grin, when he’d pull your face, c’mere you look so, sexy, for a kiss that involved way too much tongue. now you’d have to reapply your nude lip. 

grumbling an unpleasant “toji,” you shot a deathly gaze up at your husband. watching as he’d wipe a huge glossy layer off his lips with a smug look. 

“just cause it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you can get away with everything.”

“i can if you let me.” he dips down and pecks your lips again, ignoring the slowly mattifying lipstick you had on your cupid's bow. yet, you can’t really get mad, because you make the wrong mistake of taking too long to adjust your eyes — quite long if i may.

and you “mistakenly” get a look at the thing that has been slowly getting harder as he laid and watched you put on makeup. from watching you get up from your pink heart-shaped spinny chair, then over to the bathroom. he didn’t know what to focus on more, your ass swallowing up your thong; or the cute expression you’d make — especially when frustrated. safe to say both contributed to the small wet spot that formed along his right thigh. 

“it’s leaking, how long have you been hard for creep?” 

i forgot to mention that just before you too got in the shower, you were slobbering all over his dick. sucking on the tip, just so he would cum. you know he wanted to get one out, and you just had to assist. every chance you got you were on your knees begging for him to use your mouth. acting submissive and pouting until he tapped the dark, pulsing tip against your lips. 

you glanced up at him. fluttering your eyes shut — blinking two complete times before you smirked in the mirror. he chuckled; letting a puff of air zip out the corner of his lips with a pshh. the bright apricot-red powder that brought out the contour of your cheekbones lifted with your smile, and toji chuckled even more. 

you didn’t know why he was giggling, considering the fact that you saw the veins in his arms flexing as it moved down the length of his dick through his shorts. cupping it at the tip, and squeezing it real firm and nice when you’d moan out or whine from your arms being tired. 

“who knows,” he jutted his hips out, and crossed his arms over his chest, taking them out of the deep compartments of the sweat’s pockets. now it was more evident, you didn’t have to turn your head at all to see how his dick rested against his thigh, because it was right in your peripheral. the tip was the clearest thing. thick and hard; straining against the flimsy grey material. 

“so,” you peer up at him, and he peers down at you. the scar on the right side of his lip twitches when the corners of his lips raise up, “can i suck it?” 

you flip your wrist towards it and cup it in your hand again. you gawk at the size, and how you have to actually extend all your digits to get a grip on it. you squeeze it gently and fix your hand so that it’s situated “under” his dick. even though it is a bit harder since he’s wearing his sweats you still manage a good grip. 

“ ‘sss i’m still a bit sensitive from earlier.” he groans oddly loud, a bit out of character, but maybe he is that sensitive right now. you can’t really blame him, your mouth was feeling just a bit emptier earlier just like how it is now.  

“consider it another extra birthday present. just… dessert a bit early.” you clasp your arms around his thigh and press your cheeks against it. you bring it in for a hug and ruffle your hair against his leg since you didn’t want to mess up your makeup, and fuck! 

“and imma need dessert later.” he rasps. 

he just couldn’t find it in him to say no, no matter how short he’d last. 

two big arms swooped down to scoop you up bridal style. those two big, bulging arms had hands that lingered on your ass for quite a bit though; squeezing and fondling the jiggling flesh as he spun you in the air. he carried you both over to the edge of your california king and perched you on his lap. his hand slipped between your thighs, and his lips found purchase all over your skin. 

biting, nibbling, and sucking on your brown, glitter-covered skin. his lips tickled the skin of your collarbone and all up to your neck that he swore over and over tasted like honey. you used a tired arm to move your hair out of his path. the longer he kissed you, the more you slip off his lap, landing right by his feet. 

toji was aware of your impatience. you kept pawing at him through his sweats, take ‘em offs, and cute little cries rolled off your tongue. 

these th- take ‘em off, i wan’ ‘em off…

the well-filed shape of your nails, scratch and poke at the skin of his adonis belt making him twitch in a mix of plain and pleasure. 

“be gentle, princess, it’s not going anywhere.” 

you exaggerate an excessive eye roll and wait like a good girl. hands folded neatly against your thighs, and the top of one foot was crossed so it sat in the arch of the other. you wait and clench your fist, you dig your nails into your thighs as you watch him stand up. you’ll be “patient”, you’ll “wait”. when you think you’re just gonna stare and wait for him to drop his sweats his voice snaps you out of your daze. 

“up here,” he snaps his fingers and taps your cheeks with two fingers when you crane your neck to look up, “open.” your mouth opens immediately

he ducks down and spits in your mouth, tells you to “hold it,” with a smirk, “and you better not let any come out.” it’s warm and nearly slid down your throat because you adore every little thing toji gives you. he takes his sweet time with it. 

his fingers dance and skim around his waistband; playing with the elastic and snapping it away from his body. and surely, like always, he tugs them down painfully slow. shimmying out of them as if he’s you trying to get some jeans on. your calves feel sore from the weight of your butt, but you squeeze your eyes tight and shake your head to void that feeling. 

then in that instance, you hear it; the weight of him slapping against his stomach ‘thwack’. you drop your head foregoing any instruction, and moan at the sight, careful not to let his spit pour down the sides of your mouth. his perfectly trimmed hairs are the perfect background, and pre cum already dribbles down his stomach from his belly button. it rolls down and forms little beads in the hair. 

he takes it in his hands; smooths his fingers over his tip and carries the pre along his shaft. your brows scrunch together. you’re very impatient. not until he smacks it along your cheeks, and smacks it against your lips are you thinking this is going anywhere. it’s hot, and its weight has ghosting effects on you. you still feel the weight of it all over your face when he moves. he just slaps it against your cheek over and over. 

then he rubs the tip in between your thick lips. back and forth, “you better not open your mouth.” he moans. his

when he sits back on the fluffy mattress, he spreads his legs, and you scoot all the way forward so that there isn’t an inch of space. 

“i love your dick,” you praise and wrap your dainty hand around it, “‘s so big and perfect.” you suckle on the tip; lovingly and focused. your lips wrap perfectly around it, making it disappear from his view. his hips twitch when you do that, sucking on it like a straw trying to get all his nut out. “shit baby- jus’ tryna make me cum, huh?” 

“ ‘s working?” you look up. “i love it, i love it, i love it.”

you take your lips off him, but now without a well-emphasized smack of your lips, “is that a problem?” he laughed a short stream of air siphoning out his nose, before he dragged a heavy hand down his face, biting down on his lip when you warmed his tip in your mouth once again. he could feel his hips going crazy. rolling against the cushion and testing his shitty resolve.  

you suck his dick politely, but you manage to make it so nasty. slobbering, and drooling so that you both hear the tiny ‘pits’ ‘n ‘patters’ of your saliva dripping to the floor. small bubbles of spit coat his length and rid your lips of the beautiful matte lip you perfected 10 minutes ago. your hands are still planted on your thighs when you turn your head to rub your lips down his shaft. with each pass of your lips, you kiss and worship every part of it. 

“i just love your dick so much!” 

you poke your tongue out of your mouth and trace the veins that spiral his dick. two prominent veins, running nearly parallel to each other, and meeting just before it sprouts to the glans. you love to lick, poke and prod with your tongue then you kiss, suck, and love on it with your lips. your sweet lips drive him up a wall. 

he finds the teasing a waste of time. it’d be a waste if you weren’t spiraling yourself. when you bring your hands up, touch and rub, he grabs a handful of your hair; tilts your head back, and fits two fingers in your mouth. your tongue sucks on them, swirls around them as he pushes them as deep as his dick should be. he feels your mouth buzz around his fingers and your eyes are keen on what should be in your mouth.

you dismiss it and pull your head back. 

“i want this.” you wrap both hands around his dick, and stroke it. your wrap your fingers tightly around his dick. he bucks his hips up into your hand and keeps his hand in your hair. if you keep it up he’ll be cumming a little earlier than expected. 

“then suck it.” he pulls you closer and wraps another bit of your hair around his dick as he guides your mouth back to his dick. he yanks your head back and spits another glob of in your mouth, and you can’t lie his actions make you tear up. your eyes burn and a steady line of tears roll down your cheeks. when he manhandles your annoyance from the teasing, you always cry, because he gets a little rough; rougher than he’d like. the absence of your lips on his dick makes him groan. 

“come on don’t be crying on me, you know i love it when you do.” you attempt to protest, but when you open your mouth again he slides himself right in. he stuffs your face full — right to the hilt and he can feel your throat squeezing around him. you gag and choke around him. you place your hands on his thighs and squeeze the thick muscles of them; trying everything you can to relax your throat. you're trying every little thing possible to adjust to his dick that curves so obscenely down your throat. 

he’s stuffed himself so far down your throat it feels like he’s breaching your heart if he had just one more inch it feels like he’d reach it.

he pulls out, you breathe a short ‘gwah’ coming from you. 

“thought you wanted to suck it,” he grins, “or is it too much when i’m fucking your throat?” 

you ignore him and wipe your face; big mistake. if you know you know.

he returns to the usual; peering down at you for permission to continue. you nod and take a deep breath as he guides you back to him. he gives silent commands. he thrust back into your mouth and now does so in a steady motion. pulling out till only his tip is in your mouth then he’s rutting himself back into you. falling in love with the way your tongue curls around his dick. moaning at the curve of it down your throat. 

balls smacking your chin, and saliva falling all down the column of your throat, to your tits, and to the floor. “you’re a messy little slut, you know that.” 

your gaze raises when he says that, and he can feel the vibration of your whimpering around his cock. he stands up to make it easier to thrust himself in. the muscles of his thighs bulge as he gets up, and his deep purs and moans go straight to your head. making you feel light and capable. he situates both of his hands down your throat as your head bobs along his cock. 

“your mouth’s perfect. sucking dick like my personal little slut.” 

mhmm.

the salacious sounds of your mouth suctioning around his dick have his head feeling hazy. all he can think about is cumming, where? he’s unsure. but the way your throat continuously tightens around him has him ready to shoot white hot buckets down your throat. his tip twitches in your throat, and his fingers lace through your hair. taking a tighter hold. you take your hands and grab his ass. you squeeze tight, holding on for dear life because it feels like he could fuck your jaw right off. your nails dig into his skin tighter and tighter til the last snap of his hips against your face, and he’s pushing your head further into his groin. your nose is fully pushed against him, and you gag when you feel him emptying every bit of cum he has into your throat. 

then he’s pulling you off of him, and letting some of the spurts shoot up on your face. sticking to your lashes, pumping it out all over your cheeks, and groaning with each bit that shoots out the slit. he’s proud of his work, painting his favorite aspects of your face a pretty translucent cream. 

your cheeks puff out as you work to swallow the thick substance down.

it takes three big gulps for you to get it all down. three and then you're showing him your mouth; opening wide so he can see that it’s all gone, minus the bit of it that was stuck to the back of your tongue. your eye twitches from the taste, but you put on a happy smile disregarding the makeup that you’d have to redo. 

“you fuck me all the way up, you know that.” he plops his ass down onto the bed and catches his breath. getting sucked off by you! well… fucking your throat twice in less than two hours has stolen all of his energy. 

you kiss his tip one last time, and stand up on your feet. your thighs shift, and you can feel the wetness that grew in between your legs. you grow hot, but you bend down and give him a kiss, “happy birthday, my love.” 

“thank you, baby,” he gives a soft smile, and wraps his arms around your waist, “but do we really have to wait for dessert?” 

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