#despite sleeping on the same bed and literally fucking kissing on screen

[gangrel-pride]

love how the hh crew saw people saying Vaggie and Charlie’s relationship was “ambiguous” and went “FINE THEYRE FUCKING IN SEASON 2 YOU GALPALING FUCKING BABIES!”

[mournings-stars]

What's ur take on vox aftercare imagines? :3

tell me why i was so in love with this ask, wrote a whole fic and literally forgot to post it omg ANYWAY i love vox with aftercare cus that television does NOT know what he’s doing

yes he’s used to having to reign in val but convincing someone to not be criminally insane and telling someone they did a good job is a tad bit different yk (LMAO)

i doubt he’s ever actually received aftercare or given it before getting into an actual relation(situation)ship so he fumbles with it at first

he’d definitely get the hang of it tho! like i think in private he’s a very doting s/o (in his own way) like he gives you the princess treatment all day every day (as long as no one else is there to see it)

so i think despite that he kinda lacks in the aftercare department cus he literally doesn’t know it exists until you try to initiate it

anyway for this lil blurb my idea was that reader and vox have been hooking up for a while and have gotten closer (it’s not like vox would let just anyone sleep in his bed) so here u go

Vox would really try to give aftercare. Every time since you started spending the night, he’d clean you up and change the sheets. He’d get you something to wear before he took care of himself, and made sure you had anything you could physically need, but that was it. He wasn’t good at the rest of it. He didn’t think to get you tea (especially because he didn’t even like “leaf water”) or a warm blanket, he didn’t think to tell you how he was feeling or how well you did, and he certainly didn't tell you if he needed anything.

No one, before you, had ever even introduced the idea of aftercare. There was a night where you sleepily told him how well he did, and he told you to “go to sleep if you want to stay here tonight,” but you said, “I have to make sure you’re alright first,” like he was ridiculous, laughing as you kissed his shoulder.

“Of course I’m alright… Are you?” He asked awkwardly, thinking you were trying to hint that he’d done something wrong, maybe hurt you.

“Mhm. Just cold.”

“Then… use your blanket?” He pulled his sheets over you as you groaned, shaking your head at him. “What?”

“Nothing… Nothing.” You tucked the blankets over you, turning away from him as you shut your eyes. “Night.”

And it took him hours to fall asleep. Not only was he utterly confused by you, but he had a very needy feeling in his chest. He had half a mind to check and see if he was hard again, because he certainly didn’t feel it, but that was the only thing that made sense.

That is, until he looked at you, tucked into your blankets and finding himself thinking he would be much warmer than some stupid blanket. Why the fuck were you holding on to a blanket and not him—?

And then he had to pause and collect himself because who the fuck gets jealous over a blanket…?

He gently and reluctantly woke you up, feeling bad for it when he watched you blink your eyes open groggily. He came up with something arbitrary, “you’re pushing me off the bed, pretty.”

“Mmm, sorry,” you mumbled and scooted over. He took the opportunity to scoot closer, gently grabbing your waist to pull you against him. You turned toward him, assuming he wanted something else and sleepily bringing your mouth to his neck.

“As much as I like ‘sleepy sex’,” as you called it, “with you, I just want to — hold you.” You didn’t miss the way his screen glitched when he spoke, and he didn’t miss the smile that came to your face before you went back to sleep.

But of course all the niceties were gone the next day when you left before he woke up, which you always did because that was the agreement you had — but surely that didn’t mean things had to be the same in the bedroom.

So he started researching and apparently, “why the fuck is my… partner… being so nice after sex?” Was a commonly searched question in Hell, as it populated almost immediately after he typed “why.”

That led him to trying, really trying, to give aftercare. The first time, you were shocked, telling him you’d clean up, but he insisted and you relented. You let him do what he wanted, thinking he might just be in a mood, but when he very awkwardly asked if you were alright, you realized what he was doing.

“Why don’t I make us tea?” You suggested, getting up from his bed after he’d given you something to wear. “Is that alright? Or, do you want me to keep you company?”

You were much more attentive, and you always knew what to say. That alone made an error appear on his screen, but you didn’t joke or say anything about it. “That’s fine,” he finally brought himself to say.

“Alright. Be right back.” You gave him a smile, gently squeezing his hand as you passed him by and went to the kitchen.

He wanted to tell you to be quick, as he suddenly felt very lonely when he lost the feeling of your hands on him, but he stopped himself.

As if you read his mind, you came back very quickly, also bringing a bowl of fruit with you (and hot water with lemon and honey for him because, again, leaf water). “Blood sugar,” you said, making him laugh.

“So, you like to eat after…?” He concluded, because “blood sugar” was certainly not a valid justification in Hell. You nodded and he did the same in return. “What else?”

“What else, what?” You asked as you sat next to him in bed after setting the tea and fruit on his nightstand, tucking your legs beneath the covers.

“What else do you like… after?”

This time, you didn’t ignore the error screen, taking it as him pushing for too much. “Don’t worry about that — it’s more about what you need… Like, you like to cuddle,” his screen glitched as he cleared his throat, “because you need a little bit of comfort. I don’t need much; maybe, just, something to wear and sleep — but I’d rather not sleep alone.” He nodded along. “I’ll get everything I like; tea, fruit, whatever.” You gave him a very sweet smile, but he understood you were telling him to not ask any more about what you liked — or, he thought he understood that you didn’t want to get personal. “What do you like?” Then you caught him off guard.

No one had ever prioritized what he liked — or, rather, needed after sex before now, and he certainly never wanted to tell anyone. Who knows how they’d use it against him? But you… you just felt genuine.

[dick-chugger]

Alright, some notes about this

Dee:

Has fucked Charlie

Has kissed Charlie multiple times on screen

Enjoys spending time with Charlie

Was ready to eat human meat with Charlie ❤

Dennis:

Sleeps on Charlie's chest when given the chance

Wants to see Charlie shirtless

Keeps touching Charlie

Is more concerned with Charlie's well being than anyone else's

Made out with Charlie in Dee Day (and smiled afterwards unlike Charlie)

Mac:

Sleeps on Charlie's chest when given the chance

Wants to see Charlie shirtless

Had a threesome with Charlie

Wants to be Charlie getting fucked by Dennis

Frank:

For some reason lives with Charlie despite being able to afford literally any house

Sleeps in the same bed as Charlie

Fucked a mannequin while pretending that it's Charlie

Had a threesome with Charlie

The most important thing about the gang's dynamic is that everyone wants to fuck Charlie and Charlie doesn't want to fuck any of them.

[mmvalentine]

Lover Like Me pt 10 | Feysand

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 ** Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Work on Monday drags.

Rhys gets up a couple of hours before me, silences his alarm quickly and then presses warm kisses to the back of my neck and the crook of my shoulder before he gets out of bed. I turn my face, and he kisses my lips, but whispers “keep sleeping.” I don’t need to be told twice.

When I wake at eight, Rhys is long gone. My clothes are folded in a pile at the corner of the bed, with a post-it that says, There’s pikelets in the fridge x

I shake my head and smile. My kitchen is literally next door, I’m hardly at the mercy of his hospitality. Plus, I don’t usually like sugar for breakfast.

I pull my clothes on and shuffle into my own apartment. As I cook my eggs, I think that it’s strange how my morning routine just picks up like usual. Strange that only my cold and unrumpled bed knows I wasn’t here last night. Strange that everything, and nothing has changed.  

I take a shower and despite the steam, I’m shivering under the water as a I remember everywhere Rhys touched me last night. My fingers probe my throat for bruises, both wary of how it might look at work but also looking for proof that he was there. I find nothing, and am embarrassed that I’m a little disappointed.

Work is slow, there aren’t many customers and I’m checking my phone incessantly. I know that he doesn’t have the down time that I do in a work day, and so I try not to feel insecure. I’ve tucked his post-it into the back of my phone case because I’m a giant sap, and look at that occasionally instead. Around lunch time, he texts me.

Rhys: Hey you

My phone buzzes in my pocket and when his name comes up on the screen my heart hits the roof of my mouth.

Feyre: Hey :)

Rhys: How’s your day going, beautiful?

I bite my lip and blush at the flashback. You’re beautiful. That’s all.

Feyre: It’s good, it’s slow.

Feyre: How’s yours?

I watch the bouncing grey dots like a kid with a crush.

Rhys: Same old.

Rhys: Come round after work?

I grin. By now, his apartment is basically a second home to me, but this time there’s a thrill of anticipation in my veins. This time, 'come round’ means ‘come put your mouth on mine,’ and if Rhys wasn’t also working I would be tempted to just up and leave this minute.

Feyre: Definitely.

Rhys: Good girl.

I swear I get wet right there at the cash register.

Somehow the second half of the day passes even more slowly than the first, but finally I get to hang up my apron. I get on the bus and the whole way home I’ve got a knee jiggle going. I try to plug into my usual podcast but I realise quickly that I’m not hearing a single word. I look at the time, I know that Rhys has finished too but he drives in with the others and so he’ll beat me home.

Half way there, we get stuck. There’s an accident on the road and the bus has to wait for it to clear before it proceeds.

Of all the fucking days.

I keep glancing at my phone but every time I do it’s only a minute that has passed. After five minutes, I google how long it would take if I just got off the bus and walked home. Forty minutes. Probably worth staying on the bus then.

Twenty minutes after that, I’m not so sure.

I’m just considering whether to call Rhys and have him collect me- but no, I can’t ask that of him, he’s probably tired after work and it’s still plenty early, it’s not like I’m stranded or in trouble- when we’re given the all clear and the bus starts moving. There’s a little cheer from the passengers. I just sigh and try not to check my phone the rest of the way home.

As I walk into Velaris, I do think about going straight to Rhys’s door. But I make myself go home and have a shower and change my clothes. I barely manage to shove my keys into my pocket before I’m standing on his doorstep, I’m knocking, and it’s opening and there he is.

However beautiful I thought Rhys was before, it’s got nothing on how he looks in this doorway.

Not now that I’ve spent the night in his bed, now that I know the shape of his skin, now that the taste of him is on the tip of my tongue when I see him.

“Hi,” I say, and if it comes out dumb then Rhys doesn’t seem to notice.

“Get. Over here.”

I take one step forward and then Rhys is pulling me the rest of the way in, fist in the front of my sweater and hand around the back of my neck. He kisses me like it’s been a week instead of a day, and I am trying to stop smiling so that I can kiss him back properly. The door thuds shut behind me and Rhys walks backwards, falling into the couch and taking me with him. I sprawl over him and giggle, and he scoops me more completely into his lap, and the whole time he’s kissing and kissing my lips and I’ve never felt this before.

I finally stop laughing when Rhys lets out a frustrated growl and nips my lip hard. I gasp at the sudden pain but as soon as my mouth isn’t stretched into a grin, Rhys gets his tongue between my lips and oh, yes now he has my attention.

“What took you so long?” Rhys mumbles.

“Accident on the road…” My words are eaten up and I don’t explain any further.

I clasp my fingers behind his neck, and when his hands slide up my back, under my sweater, I arch toward him like he’s the sun.

“You want to go to bed?” Rhys asks, and it’s so low and rough that all I can do is nod. I lean in and press a sucking kiss against his neck, and the groan this produces makes me preen. I do it again, and Rhys slide a hand beneath my hair and holds my head to his throat as I move down to his adam’s apple.

“Fuck, let’s go to bed.”

I am inclined to agree, but at that moment there’s a knock on the door.

“Nope,” Rhys calls toward it. “Not tonight.”

But the door barges open, and I quickly slide out of his lap onto the couch next to him.

“Oh good,” Cassian says. “Feyre’s already here.”

Cassian is followed by both Mor and Azriel. Mor is wearing pyjama pants and Azriel is carrying a stack of pizza boxes.

“Guys come on, are there no boundaries at all?”

“It’s Monday,” Mor states. “It’s movie night.”

She sits down on the couch next to me in her usual position, and I shuffle over to give her a little more space. Rhys just sighs, then reaches over and hauls me back into his lap. I blush, and lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Are they supposed to know?” I ask him. “About us? Are we telling?”

“We already know,” Mor says. I whip my head around, and she just shrugs. “Ask Azriel.”

“We knew before you did,” Azriel comments. He doesn’t look over at us, he’s busy fiddling with Rhys’s laptop and getting it to connect to the TV.

“You guys didn’t know?” Cassian asks, looking genuinely puzzled.

“Rhys is right, we need better boundaries,” I mutter.

“We can still kick them out, you know,” he says. I sigh.

“I mean it is Monday. To be fair to them.”

“Pick a short movie,” Rhys says to the others.

“We’re not picking based on run time,” Cassian says. “How about you show some respect for the sanctity of movie night?”

“How about you get out of my house and watch your own TV?” Rhys snaps back.

“You know that’s not how it’s done,” Cassian replies simply.

In the end, they settle on the live action Cinderella. Azriel flicks off the lights and Mor puts a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and I settle against Rhys.

The truth is I have so loved being a part of movie night Mondays. It’s the thing that makes me feel like I belong here, and although of course I want alone time with Rhys, I can wait a couple of hours to preserve the ritual.

Rhys has other ideas.

Bluebirds fly over the screen, and in the dark room Rhys’s hands slip beneath my sweater again. I sigh contentedly, loving the warmth of him on my skin. He presses his mouth to the top of my shoulder, and I lean into him. I think he’s just going to hug me then, but his hands don’t stop moving. They stroke over my stomach, slow and heavy. His thumbs rub circles in the small of my back, his fingertips dip just under my waistband to skim across my hips. I’m soothed, I’m excited, I don’t know what to feel. After a few minutes, he leans forward and kisses the nape of my neck. Brushes his lips there, at first, then licks the spot before biting softly against my skin. I shiver in his lap, and he just squeezes my waist.

I don’t think I can handle this, not while there are people around, so I shift in his lap and tip my head against his shoulder. Move my neck out of reach. This does not phase Rhys, he only tugs his teeth against my ear instead. Traces the tip of his nose against my temple, then sucks my earlobe into his mouth. Runs his tongue along the inside edge of my ear and why does that feel good?

Meanwhile his nails are scratching up and down the outside of my thighs, hip to knee and back through my tights.

I turn my head in the dark room, knocking my nose against his. Rhys catches my lips and kisses me under the cover of a swell of music, and even though we barely move, I can feel my heart thud against my ribcage.

At that moment a cushion smacks us in the face.

“Oi, we said we know, not we want to watch,” Cassian says.

“And I said use your own TV,” Rhys replies mildly, and puts his mouth on my throat.

I laugh but pull back, shy now that we’ve been caught out. I try to slide out of Rhys’s lap but he doesn’t let me. Just hugs me back to him like a kid with a squirmy cat. Doesn’t try to kiss me anymore though, so I let it slide.

Ten minutes later, his hands are moving again.

Rhys’s arms are folded around my waist and one of his hands slips back beneath my sweater, stroking at the side of my ribs. He doesn’t do anything else, there’s no breath on my neck there’s just his fingers moving, steadily beneath my clothes.

I try to ignore this for a while, but the longer it goes on the more I feel it. It’s so harmless at first, but my skin loves his touch. I start leaning into it, and then it’s not enough. I want him to keep touching me, but I can’t do anything about it while we’re in a room full of people. Rhys’s movements move a little lower, he skims my waistband and suddenly I’m struggling.

“Tell them you’re tired,” Rhys murmurs in my ear. “Tell them you need to go to bed.”

I shake my head, feeling that there is nothing subtle at all about that statement and not being prepared to announce it to the group.

Then Rhys’s fingers move lower, and trace the centre seam of my tights.

I startle in his lap, and three pairs of eyes look to us.

“I… Rhys is terrorizing me,” I say. Rhys’s eyebrows go up. His hands sit innocently still at my waist. “I’m…” I give up, and mutter, “I’ll let you guys watch the movie in peace.”

I stand, and Rhys is a second behind me. I head for the door but Rhys puts his hand on my shoulders and steers me to his bedroom instead.

“Good night,” Mor calls, and she’s already turned back to the movie.

“Gross,” Cassian adds, but he too has his attention on the screen.

“See you tomorrow,” Azriel says, and his mouth is full of pizza.

And I marvel that it’s just not a big deal to them, this is normal, just like that.

Rhys shuts the door behind him, and it’s dark. I turn to say something to him, but he’s got his mouth on mine and I’m being backed into the bed. I can still hear the movie on the other side of the door, and I’m conscious of how close our friends are even as we’re pulling clothes off each other.

We slide between the sheets and there’s nothing like kissing Rhys while we’re naked. His skin is satin and heat, and I’m trying to press into him at every point of contact. Rhys’s hands never stop moving, they’re on my jaw then on my breasts then smoothing down my back then squeezing at my backside. When his fingers slip between my legs I have to bite down on a moan.

Rhys tugs my lip from my teeth.

“I like hearing you,” he says, before kissing from my chin to the hollow of my throat.

“Not with the others outside,” I whisper, but as I say it he pushes a finger inside me and I have to hide my face in his neck as I try to keep it together.

"But you're so sexy when you feel good." Rhys mutters it into my neck, moves his mouth on my throat. I give a brittle laugh.

"Tamlin used to get so embarrassed..."

There's a growl from Rhys, and at first I feel a flush of guilt for bringing him up. Again.

But that's not the issue.

"Then he's an idiot," he tells me. "All I want to do is make you scream."

He's moving his fingers inside me, as if to make a point, and my teeth clamp down hard on lip. "I can't," I gasp.

"Well," he mumbles. I can feel myself soaking his hand now, and my hips grind foward against his palm. "If you're feeling shy..." Rhys rolls me over and then draws me back in, so that my back is to his chest. "I can keep you quiet."

His hand slides between my legs again, and his teeth play against the back of my shoulder. But now his free hand comes up to cover my mouth, long fingers clamping over my cheeks and jaw. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers.

“Shhh.”

And then the head of his cock is pressing at my entrance, while his fingers move deftly over my clit and I’m glad of his hand on my mouth because I whimper into his palm.

“Good, darling?”

I can’t answer, of course, so I just nod and press my hips back, trying to move further onto him. After waiting all day for this, I don’t just want his fingers. He chuckles low under my hear. “Greedy little thing.” But he gives me what I want, pushes an inch inside of me and I'm falling apart. My hands clutch at his forearm in front of me, but I don’t pull his hand back from my face. He gives me another inch and it’s not nearly enough. I reach back for him, finding his hip and trying to tug it closer even though I’m straining with what I already have. Rhys pulls back and then thrusts hard into me, all at once, and I cry out. His fingers tighten across the lower half of my face, and I’m breathing hard through my nose.

“Fuck you’re good,” Rhys groans. “You’re so good, so good…”

He gives me time to adjust, or maybe he’s adjusting because when he drags a breath in it shudders.

“You want more?” he murmurs. I nod my head eagerly, and I can feel the smile behind my neck. “Of course you do,” he says, and he’s drawing out and pushing in and I’m home.

I don’t know how I used to go about my day, but all day today I’ve been on edge and willing the hours by and now, here, I’m finally breathing slow and deep and with every stroke I’m back in my body. I want Rhys’s arms tighter, I want him to bind me back into myself. I can’t speak but I meet his hips every time and I clutch his arms to myself where I can reach them. Rhys seems to understand, puts one of his legs through mine and draws them back toward him, keeps my head against his shoulder using the hand over my mouth, and hits that spot inside my harder and harder with every pass. I can’t stop the moans but they are muffled by his fingers. Rhys is doing better than I am, but with his mouth at my ear I still hear the catches in his breath as he speeds up.

“Have you been thinking of this, too?” he whispers. “Had difficulty concentrating at work? Rather spend your time getting fucked?”

I arch my back to get him deeper, and hope that answer will suffice.

“Have you been holding onto this all day?” His voice drops into that growl that I have no defences for whatsoever. “Need to give it to me?”

I would nod, but he’s holding my head so tightly now that I can’t move. I just whine against his callouses. And all the while those fingers circle between my thighs.

“Then give it to me.” That voice… it vibrates deep in my spine and I shiver in his arms. “Give it all to me, come for me.”

And it’s not difficult, I start to fall apart but Rhys keeps me in place as he fucks through my climax, not letting the rhythm drop, and I’m wrung out and wrung out on his cock.

“Good girl,” he breathes, and that kicks off an aftershock. “Good girl, good-” he cuts off, and the feeling of him coming has me spasming all over again. He’s silent as he shudders into me, and his fingers twitch on my jaw.

And I love it. His orgasm feels as good to me as mine, and by the time we’re panting softly into the dark, by the time he’s lowered his hand from my mouth and is stroking my flank instead, by the time his forehead is leaning against the back of my neck and the music from the movie is drifting back in under the door, I’m heavy and content and well on my way to sleep.

xxx

The rest of the week passes like this.

I will away the hours at work and then arrive breathless at Rhys’s doorstep. We occasionally tolerate the presence of our friends but spend most of our time wrapped up in each other, and the only times I spend in my own apartment are the few hours between when I wake up alone in Rhys’s bed and when I have to get on the bus.

By Friday, Rhys has a key for me.

“A key to your apartment?” We’re in his kitchen, I’m leaning against the kitchen counter while he makes tea.

“Sure, everyone else has one, why not?”

I laugh. “We’ve barely been dating a week.”

Rhys turns around and puts his forearms down on the table opposite me. “Is that what we’re doing?” His voice is dark and velvet.

“Oh, I, um… I guess we haven’t... ”

Rhys leans forward and kisses me until the kettle whistles.

“I can deal with that,” he says. He steps away to take the kettle off the stove.

“So… you’re my boyfriend?”

“Use whatever label you want.” He turns back to me, and reaches out in a motion that tucks my hair back and then trails to my chin. Pulls me forward. “As long as it means you’re mine.” His lips ghost over mine. “Okay by you?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I like ‘boyfriend,’” I tell him, and then he puts his mouth on mine and that’s the discussion done.

And it feels fast but it feels good, and if there is a part of me that is wary of the haste, no one else seems to think it odd. In fact our friends have almost no reaction to us being together, and so although I am self-conscious at first about how casual Rhys is with his affection, the touches of his hand on my hip and his lips on my hair become as natural as sitting on his couch and eating pizza. So I make a copy of my key for him too, and it doesn't feel like we're neighbours, it feels like we live in one big giant house where everyone has their own room but are never far.

When Rhys’s court date comes up a couple of weeks later, it’s something I had forgotten about entirely, and so I am not prepared when Tamlin’s name appears printed on the summons on the table in his apartment.

***

Holy shit I was going to wait until i hit chapter 12 and say something about how it's my longest fic (The Bargain is 11 chapters) but i realised that it has twice the word count of that whole thing.

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[bitch-for-bo]

"Worried I'll Replace You?", "No." (Ushijima Wakatoshi x chubby reader)

TAKES PLACE POST- TIMESKIP 

Despite the fact that you and Ushijima have been dating for years, he still doesn't want to introduce you to the team. You find out that it isn't because he's embarrassed, it's for selfish reasons of his own.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY

When you had told Wakatoshi that you were going to be attending the Japan National team’s practice later that day, you didn’t expect him to react. Why would you? Toshi rarely reacted to anything you said in explicit ways, he was a stoic man. Sure, he was a stoic man that you happened to love, but a stoic man nonetheless.

You had been curling your hair in the bathroom mirror as Wakatoshi took his morning shower when you brought the fact that you’d be attending his practice up.

“I’m going to be there with Kuroo-san planning some advertising strategies.”

“Do you have to be with Kuroo?” Wakatoshi’s deep voice rumbled from behind the shower curtain.

“Why?” you asked, leaning against the counter and looking at the shower curtain through the mirror, seeing Toshi’s large outline through the light material.

“I don’t appreciate the way that Kuroo speaks to you. He isn’t your boyfriend, I am.” He replied before ducking his head beneath the showerhead to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at Wakatoshi’s blunt statement. No matter how many times you told him that Kuroo was only kidding when he teased you, Toshi was still unnecessarily possessive of you.

Not that you minded. It was nice to feel protected by the powerful ace, even if that meant having to almost hold him back when he saw Kuroo playfully ‘flirting’ with you.

The shower turned off and the curtain was slung back, revealing a fully nude Wakatoshi. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as your eyes followed him lustfully in the mirror, admiring how the beads of water ran down his broad, tanned back as the muscles flexed and relaxed with his movement.

“I also don’t want my teammates meeting you.” He said, walking up behind you beside you to the counter to continue his morning hygiene routine.

You scoffed lightly at that. You knew that his words held no ill intent or malice, but if Ushi would have said that sort of thing in public, and someone overheard the conversation, they would’ve thought that Ushijima was embarrassed by you. So much so that he didn’t want his team meeting you. Again, deep down you knew this wasn’t the case, but that didn’t stop the small ball of dread from making its way into your heart as you began to question if Toshi really was embarrassed by you. You knew that the only way to find out what he meant was to ask, or else you would be upset the rest of the day and lord only knows that Wakatoshi was too bad at verbal communication to ask you why you were mad at him.

“Why?��� You teased, grinning at your boyfriend in the mirror despite the small pang of hurt in your chest. “Scared I’ll find someone more attractive to replace you with?”

“Why would a be scared of that? I am the most capable partner for you on the team.” He replied, turning to look at you in the eyes with an expression of slight confusion.

You couldn’t help but giggle at your big dumb boyfriend.

“Awful confident about that aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

You just laughed more, stepping towards him and craning your neck to place a small kiss on his jaw. It was mean to bully Toshi like that, especially since he took every word you said so literally, but it was too fun not to.

“How about this,” you offered, wrapping your arms around his bare hips and encouraging him to do the same to you, forming a loose hug between the two of you as you stood in the doorway of the bathroom. “I’ll go do my job with Kuroo, but you don’t have to tell the team I’m your girlfriend. We can both pretend we’re strangers.”

You weren’t gonna lie, you really wanted Wakatoshi to introduce you as his significant other to his friends, after all, you’d been dating for almost 5 years, but you understood that PDA made him uncomfortable so you could deal with your own butthurt feelings if it meant that he was more comfortable.

“Are you sure?” Wakatoshi asked, his eyes looking down at yours, seemingly into your soul.

“Yes.” You smiled, kissing his chin, “Who knows,” you added, “it might make for some hot foreplay too…”

Wakatoshi chuckled and kissed your forehead, letting his lips rest against the skin for a couple of seconds before pulling away and detaching the two of you from your ‘loose hug’.

“When do you have to go?” You asked, glancing at the bedside clock that read 5:50 AM.

“I have to be there by 6:30.” He responded. You groaned in reply, turning back to your own routine as he moved out of the bathroom to get dressed so he could go to practice.

You absolutely hated the days where Toshi had to go to practice early in the morning. He would wake up at almost 4 AM to go on his jog. And of course, being the huge oaf that he is, he’d always wake you up with him as he tried to maneuver his bulky frame out of bed. It wasn’t too much trouble though, because usually, you would just go back to sleep. The best part was when Ushijima got back from his jog and joined you in the shower for some pre-practice ‘endurance training’.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t happened today. You had to be a work kind of early too, so you had already taken your shower and done your makeup by the time Wakatoshi was back.

You were almost finished curling your hair when Wakatoshi came to wish you goodbye, wrapping his large arms around your waist as he pulled you into one of his kisses that never failed to take your breath away and leave you weak in the knees.

After he had gone, you finished getting ready in the bathroom and went to decide on something to wear.

You wanted to wear something nicer than usual to make a good impression on the team, even if Ushi wasn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend. It was rare for Wakatoshi to see you in your work clothes, so you also wanted to wear something that would get his attention, and if you were lucky occupy his mind all day until he could rush home and fuck you.

You settled on a black lace blouse tucked into a pair of red slacks. Kuroo had told you that the two of you would get ‘bonus points’ with the bosses if your clothes matched the team’s colors. Plus you knew that Wakatoshi loved the way that the outfit looked on you. The top displayed an appropriate yet sexy amount of skin with its black velvet bodice and long lace sleeves and the high waisted slacks hugged your curvy hips and made your ass and legs look amazing.

You looked in the mirror, admiring your ability to look professional and badass at the same time. If only your highschool self could see you now. Highschool You wouldn’t have been able to see the way that the outfit complemented your plush form. She would’ve been focused on the small yet noticeable bump of your stomach underneath the slacks, or the way that the light hit the stretch marks on your arms, making them visible despite being covered in black lace.

It had taken a long time to love yourself, you’d gone through the first twenty years of your life despising how you looked. Finally, you learned to accept who you were and with the help of your friends and family, you learned that you were worth more than what YOU saw in the mirror.

You remembered the first couple of times you went out with friends after gaining your confidence. They convinced you to accompany them to a small sports bar. You remembered that night fairly clearly, you had worn a flowy maroon blouse with a pair of high waisted black jeans and a pair of 3-inch nude heels. It was one of the first times that you had looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

You and your friends drank and watched the games on the TVs that were situated around the bar, a different sport playing on almost every one of them. You remembered that you were attracted to a volleyball game that was one. You had played volleyball a lot with your brothers when you were young and over the years, the fondness towards the sport never died. You took a seat in front of the television, sitting next to a tall, slender red-head who was nursing what smelt like a vodka cherry limeade. Your eyes were fixed on the TV, smiling as the players volleyed back and forth, admiring the strength and power it must take to perform like that.

“It’s impressive isn’t it.” The redhead next to you spoke, looking at you with wide, analytic eyes. You nodded, your eyes barely leaving the screen to give him a quick ‘hello’ smile.

“You like volleyball?” You asked, giggling a little as the man tilted his head at you.

“I used to……” He said wistfully, taking a long sip of his limeade that he happened to be drinking through a straw. “I played in high school. I quit cuz I knew that I’d never be serious enough to play like them.” He waved towards the players on the TV before continuing, “My buddy is still obsessed with it though. He’s in the bathroom right now.”

You nodded, you weren’t sure why the stranger was telling you so much, you figured that it was kind of due to the alcohol so you let him speak, plus you were enjoying the conversation.

“That’s cool.” You smiled, bringing your own drinks up to your lips as the two of you continued to watch the game in silence for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, he looked over.

“Listen,” He said, “my friend that I mentioned, the one in the bathroom…”

You nodded.

“He’s had his eyes on you the whole night.”

As soon as he said those words, your face lit up with the biggest blush you had ever had. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ before opening and closing like a fish. No one had ever looked, let alone stared! at you (to your knowledge). You had no idea how to react seeing as this was your first time anyone was so brash with you.

“I-I’m sorry- are you sure that it’s me and not one of my friends?” You asked, still in disbelief that anyone could find you attractive enough to stare.

“Of course I’m sure!” the redhead confirmed, his eyes scrunching as he looked back at you in just as much confusion as you looked at him.

He wondered if you were completely oblivious to all of the attention you’d been getting from the inhabitants of the bar. You looked gorgeous with your long legs, your thick thighs…..hell he would’ve approached you if it hadn’t been for his best friend expressing his interest in you first.

“It’s actually kind of a miracle that you sat here.” The redhead continued, “Wakatoshi isn’t very good at talking to people. Unless it’s about volleyball, which you also like!”

The blush on your face was unrelenting at the thought of a guy approaching you. A guy that you didn’t even know if they really existed. This guy you were talking to might have been a complete crazy who had gotten a little too much to drink.

“Well, I-” You started, only to be interrupted by possibly the deepest voice you’d ever heard, coming from behind you.

“Tendou, who is this in my seat?”

That’s how it all started. In those first couple of minutes, you were terrified of Ushijima. His face was so serious. Handsome, yes, but also very serious. Tendou had acted as a buffer that first night, giving you a smooth transition and kind of teaching you how to talk to Wakatoshi.

Over the next couple of months, you and Ushijima went on dates. Every week on Friday. He would pick you up at 7 pm sharp without fail. He never talked much, he much preferred to listen to you, always watching your face closely as you spoke. He made you feel safe and listened to and before long, five years had passed and the two of you were living in domestic bliss.

The sound of the phone broke you out of your little daydream, Kuroo’s caller ID flashing across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Where are you, Kitten? I’m at the gym. I see your super ace boyfriend here, but not you.”

“I’m coming” you replied, pulling a pair of black block heels on as you walked out the front door, “Also, I promised Wakatoshi that no one would tell the team that I’m his girlfriend so please behave!”

**********************

“Waaaah?? Girlfriend??” Hinata Shoyou exclaimed, leaning closer towards Bokuto who had just gathered the team while Ushijima was in the bathroom to tell them all what he had overheard from Kuroo’s phone call.

“She’ll be here today!” The owl-like hitter whisper shouted, excitement practically seeping out of his pores.

“I can’t believe Mr. Stone Solid has a girlfriend and I don’t” Miya Atsumu groaned, hiding his face in shame. As the team started to speculate about what she would look like.

“I bet she’s really pretty”

“Dumbass Hinata! Of course, she’ll be pretty! Why would Ushijima date her if she wasn’t!!” “The real question is, why would she choose Mr. no-emotion. He has the emotional range of a crayon!”

They all nodded at Atsusmu’s statement, even Iwaizumi, and Aran, who had been silent in the conversation regarding Ushiwaka’s mystery girl.

They all flinched at the sound of the gym door opening and sprang away from the huddle as they heard Ushijima coming into the gym. They all had quickly gone back to practicing as if they hadn’t just been gossiping like middle schoolers, and Ushijima being the oblivious idiot that he is, noticed nothing as he picked up a volleyball, wondering when his girlfriend would be arriving with her work partner.

Not even ten minutes later the gym doors opened again and in walked the coach, Kuroo, and you.

“Holy shit!” Atsumu whispered to Hinata, imaginary blood bursting out of his nose as he took in your figure.

The team was enraptured with you from the start, even Kageyama had stopped setting to look at you. They couldn’t stop looking at you, eyes drinking you in disbelief as to why you were with someone with Ushijima. And while you didn’t notice all of the male attention since you were currently talking to Kuroo and the coach, Wakatoshi did and a mix of possessiveness and jealousy burst into his chest.

His eyes roamed your body, fists clenching at how devilishly perfect you looked in your outfit. And even though Ushijima wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, he could figure out that you’d worn the outfit just to make him feel like this.

He looked across the faces of his teammates, even the athletic trainer’s eyes were on your body as you made your way towards the court, your heels clicking lightly on the glossy wooden floor.

No one was really listening to the coach’s words as he introduced you and Kuroo to the team. They hadn’t even heard the coach ask them to introduce themselves until Ushijima began to speak.

“Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He said, shaking Kuroo’s outstretched hand and then yours, staring deep into your eyes.

‘Just wait till tonight’ his dark eyes read, making something in you keen in arousal.

“Well you all know me, this is my associate, Y/N,” Kuroo said, causing you to break Wakatoshi’s gaze. It jarred the others out of their dazes as well.

“Hello.” You said brightly, smiling. You and Kuroo then went down the line of them, shaking all of their hands and learning their names.

“Are you a model?” Hinata asked, his eyes wide as you towered over him in your heels. You almost looked like a goddess to the short spiker.

“No, but thank you Hinata.” You laughed, shaking his hand gently. You shook your head in amusement and moved to the man standing next to him. A dark-haired man with a blush dancing across his cheeks and his mouth turned down in an attempted frown.

“Y-you are tall,” Kageyama mumbled, holding out his hand to shake. You merely nodded and responded with an ‘it’s mostly the heels. It’s nice to meet you’

You continued to greet them one by one, feeling extremely awkward as they one by one stumbled over introducing themselves. You wondered what was wrong with them, painfully ignorant of the fact that they were all in awe of you.

‘I kind of see why he didn’t want me meeting them’ you thought.

“Aright!” Kuroo exclaimed as soon as the two of you had given all of them handshakes and introductions were finished. “Y/N and I will just be casually monitoring the practice and thinking of advertising strategies. Anything to add?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry for the intrusion!” You said, smiling at all of them once again, “Please play like normal and do your best!”

Ushijima scowled, he could pretty much hear all of his teammates’ brains exploding.

***************

It was a long but successful day, you thought, sliding your key into the front door of your apartment. Wakatoshi was home, the team was let out at 2:30 but you and Kuroo had headed back to the office for a couple of more hours before you came home.

“Toshi?” you called out into the seemingly empty apartment. There was no smell of dinner being cooked or sounds of the shower or sink running. You wondered where he had gone. Tendou wasn’t back in town, so unless Ushijima was out with the team you hadn’t the slightest idea where he was.

You flicked on the lights.

“AHH!” You screamed, hurling your messenger bag at the figure sitting in your living room. Your hands coming up to search for something else to protect yourself with. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you sighed. “Wakatoshi what the fuck? You scared me!”

Wakatoshi said nothing, a frown painting his face while his eyebrows were angrily scrunched towards the midline of his face.

“Toshi?”

“That is why I didn’t want you to meet my team,” he said, taking you completely by surprise.

“What?” you asked, confusion prominent on your face.

“I didn’t want them looking at you like that. You’re mine.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Toshi, they were just being nice to me. That’s all” you replied sweetly. A small smile worming its way onto your face at your boyfriend’s childish jealousy.

“You are mine.” He repeated, a bit more assertively this time, getting up and walking towards you.

“I know Toshi.” You whispered soothingly, your arms opening up and accepting his huge form into a tight hug. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your perfume as he sighed in content at your affection.

“I felt jealous as they looked at you. Why did you wear those clothes?”

“I wore them for you Toshi…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh. I see.” He said, his hands slowly beginning to draw firm circles in your lower back.

“Why were you jealous Toshi?” You whispered sweetly, you couldn’t stop the sly smile from gracing your face. As mean as it was, you loved it when Wakatoshi got all possessive like this.

“They looked at you.”

“People are allowed to look at me Toshi, how would they talk to me if they weren’t?”

“They’re not allowed to look at you the way they did. Only I can. Only I own you.”

You felt your stomach twist with arousal at Toshi’s deep voice, whispering into your neck. You knew that he didn’t realize the effect that he had on you when he talked like that, but you couldn’t help the want from building in your core as your thighs pressed together.

“Show me Toshi.” You breathed out, your arms tightly wrapping around his neck, pulling his face even closer to your body, “Show me you own me.” Wakatoshi obliged, groaning lowly as his mouth began pressing bruising kisses to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving his rough lips wider access as you let him guide you into the bedroom, pressing you up against a wall.

His hands were gripping your soft hips, pulling you closer to him as his hips rolled against you. You could feel the hard outline of his cock through the thin sweatpants he had on, making your mouth water.

“Shit Toshi…” you moaned, your arms trying desperately to pull his body against you. You reached down between the two of you to feel him through his sweats. As you pressed your palm to it, his hands came down and caught both of your wrists before bringing them above your head.

“Did I say you could touch me?” He growled, his tone changing from the usually even, calm tone, to one of domination.

“Please Toshi….” You keened, a light whine of frustration slipping out of your lips.

Wakastoshi didn’t move, his eyes roaming down your body, taking in your heaving chest practically begging to be bitten and sucked, your thighs pressed together around his muscular leg that had forced its way between your soft ones. He couldn’t’ stop the surge of incredible pride that swelled in his chest as he looked down at you, hunger evident in his eyes. Your pupils were wide and blown out, lips parted and gasping for breath.

‘All mine’ he thought, slowly and firmly taking your mouth with his, demanding that you submit to him. He loved how pliant and submissive your body was beneath him. He loved how you trusted him with your pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

“Fuck!” you gasped as he pulled off of you, allowing your lungs to breathe in deeply, relishing at the feeling of air. Your panties were sopping wet, and you were afraid that if you didn’t take them off soon, your slacks would be in the same boat.

“Please……” You begged, your hips bucking pitifully against Wakatoshi’s firm grip. You needed relief, your brain was beyond clouded with want and the only end in sight was Wakatoshi fucking you hard and deep against the wall.

“What do you want Love?” He asked, his baritone voice invading your brain, making you involuntarily arch your back towards him, a breathy plea slipping from your lips.

“Fuck me Toshi…”

Without a word, Wakatoshi tore your blouse down the front. A small surprised shriek leaving your mouth.

“Toshi! Yo-”

“I will buy you a new one. Their filthy eyes ruined this one.” He growled before reaching down and doing the same to your slacks. You couldn’t even be mad at the incredibly hot strength of your boyfriend. Your shredded clothing fell to the floor as the super ace yanked down your soaked panties, his fingers sliding through the wet folds as he groaned softly against your ear.

“Open your legs.” He commanded, gently yet firmly grasping your thighs as he guided them apart. His fingers glided over the outside of your pussy, dipping in and pressing against your clit while his other hand fondled your breasts, pinching at the nipples.

“Toshi….” you whimpered, yearning for the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you and his mouth on your chest. He seemingly understood your pleas as his fingers slowly thrust into you, stretching you out with two straight of the bat.

“Fuck!” you squeaked, not expecting the brutally fast pace that followed.

“I will not be gentle tonight. When you see the team tomorrow, they will know you belong to me.” He growled, mercilessly finger fucking you with two fingers, using a third to draw small circles around your clit.

You were gasping for air as your head tossed back against the wall. There were no words to express how you felt, even if there were you wouldn’t be able to say them with how Wakatoshi was fucking every breath out of your body.

He didn’t let up, not until you were almost to climax, your nails digging into the meat of his bare shoulders. One of your legs was wrapped around his waist as three of his fingers pressed in and out of your g-spot at lightning speed. You could feel both of your thighs shaking under your body weight, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold your one thigh up around him.

“Wakatoshi....please….” you cried, raking your fingers down his shoulder blades, reveling in the way that they flexed against your grip. “I’m so close!”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asked, taking his fingers out of you and turning you around before pushing your top half down against your vanity in the corner of the room. You could feel your dripping pussy exposed at a new angle as Wakatoshi quickly kicked off his own pants, stroking his thick cock in his hand before stepping up behind you and rubbing it against your slit, wetting it with your juices.

“Yes, please!. Pleasepleaseplease!” you babbled, the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing up and down your pussy becoming too much to bear.

With a single thrust, Wakatoshi was completely inside of you, ripping a scream from your lungs as his cock split you in half. Usually, he took his time, but you could tell that tonight he wanted to show you that you truly belonged to him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, thrusting his hips into you at an intermediate pace. He wanted to teach you who you belonged to, but he didn’t want to hospitalize you by going full speed right away.

“Mmmm….” you moaned, “love the feeling of your cock baby.” you tried to bring your hips back to meet his thrusts but were immediately stopped by his big hands pressing them into the wood of the vanity.

He continued his onslaught, snapping his hips and thrusting in and out of you, quickly building up to a seemingly inhuman pace. He wove his finger through your hair and pulled your head up to look at him through the mirror of the vanity.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as your eyes were met with the sight of him fucking you into the piece of furniture. Your face was red with exertion, your hair sticking with sweat. It wasn’t a superficially erotic sight (at least in your opinion) but the fucked out expression on your face was a dead give-away of how badly you enjoyed Wakatoshi dominating you like this.

Wakatoshi groaned, the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of your tight hole as he brutally fucked you was glorious. His eyes never left your form in the mirror as he stared at the way your pretty tits and stomach bounced with each push of his hips.

Fucking you in the mirror was his favorite was to take you, the ability to watch your face, your tits/stomach, and your ass/thighs all at the same time was quite possibly his favorite thing in the world. He felt himself getting close as his eyes continued to watch your blissed-out face through the glass.

One of his hands reached down and his fingers began to circle your clit again, making your eyes, that you hadn’t even realized were closed, spring open and another cry slip from your lips.

“Ooooooh…. Toshi…:” you panted. “I’m close…”

“Tell me who you belong to.” He growled, his free hand coming up and wrapping around your neck as his lips pressed against your rapid pulse. You could feel yourself beginning to lose yourself, you were so close to orgasm that tears began to run down your face.

“You! Toshi- only you!”

“Are you sure?” he asked meanly, flicking his thumb out maliciously over the oversensitive bud of your clit.

“F-fuck YES! Fuck yes Toshi….. p-please....let me cum!”

“Cum.”

Your body began to practically convulse as your orgasm ripped through your body, leaving your vision white as you shook with pleasure, you could feel yourself clenching around Wakatoshi’s cock as he moaned deeply and began to cum inside of you, letting himself be milked by your walls.

You cried as you came down from your high, your legs feeling like jelly as Ushijima’s strong arms wrapped around your body, supporting you and making sure you didn’t drop to the floor from exhaustion.

He gently pulled out of you and carried you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter as he went to turn on the shower, the sight of his broad back covered in scratch marks making you bask in the glow of your orgasm even more.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked guiltily, concerned eyes sweeping your body worriedly. You let out a half giggle/ half hiccup and shook your head.

“I love you Toshi.” You whispered, opening your arms so he could pick you up and carry you to the shower with him, which he contently did, his thick biceps flexing against your back as he held your body against him under the hot stream of water.

“I love you too. You are mine.” He said as he lathered shampoo into your hair. You smiled, shivering at the feeling of his fingers against your scalp and his words of love in your mind.

“I’m yours.” You said sweetly, before turning in his grasp to return the favor.

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again, your new john stones fic blew me away!!! Amazing. Please feel free to write about him all day every day!! <3

thank you again!! here’s another sweet one inspired by my own 1am experience tonight :) i wish I had a john stones

My hero

Your heart is quite literally thundering in your chest. There’s no feeling like it, this kind of fear that sticks you to the ground beneath your feet. You honestly feel like you can’t catch your breath, tears streaking down over your flushed cheeks as you hold your phone in your right hand with trembling fingers, one thumb finally letting go of the little microphone shaped drawing in your iMessages app. Even the whooshing sound of the message you knew was about to send to your best friend catches you off guard, making your shoulders clench and raise in fright.

“Are you seriously alright??”

She texts back, her confusion and teasing is something you know is laced into those letters across the screen creating a glow in the dim room. You roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your vision up while sending another voice note back; “No, seriously. Why does this only ever happen when I’m alone??”

“Probably because you live alone?” She replies back, and you curse yourself for a choice of friends who clearly have no empathy for what you consider to be a very serious situation. You know you won’t hear the end of this teasing once it’s all over. But the fear to you is all too real.

“(Y/n) I got your text! Came right here, are you alright?”

The sudden voice makes you literally clench your entire body, nearly shooting off the floor in fright and making one of those internalised fear noises that sounds like you just been attacked with a taser. You hear keys dropping down by the door and then a pause of his footsteps as you try to catch your breath. Your heart swells a little at the thought of him being here.

“John!” You yelp, your voice coming out something more like a strangled cry. The tall defender hears that sound and finds himself in panic, those long legs carrying him quickly and easily up the stairs of your small home until he spots you standing now in the doorway of your bedroom. He rushes towards you, seemingly checking you over for potential injuries the best he can in the darkness only broken by the lowest setting of flashlight on your phone. The first thing he notices when checking over your face with his hands is the wetness still making its way over your cheeks.

“Are you alright? what happened? Is there someone in there? Are you okay? Did someone hurt-“

You cut off his rambling with a finger over his lips, creating even more confusion for the fluffy haired brunette who had very clearly rolled himself out of bed to hurry over here. He was wearing shoes without socks, dirty shorts from training that he’d thrown off before going to bed only to pull back in to come to your, and an old sweater that usually sat somewhere downstairs in the closet closest to the door. It was obvious he had come in a wild rush the second he got your erratic message.

“It’s a wasp, John!” You whisper, as if the little creature that sitting on your lightbulb unwilling to move from the place you couldn’t reach and wouldn’t dare to even if you could, was able to hear you.

“A wasp?” John repeats incredulously. “Seriously?”

You nod vigorously, and and as much as the exhausted footballer wants to complain or even sigh at you, he doesn’t. Maybe he can’t. Because he’s got his arms around you and he definitely can feel you quivering against him. He had expected something more along the lines of a one night stand gone wrong or even someone breaking it, but as his consciousness began to catch back up with his previously very sleepy self, it made a lot more sense. In the event of a break in, you would probably have been bloody calmer than you are now to be honest. John had seen you after a pretty dangerous car crash completely still and relatively calm as you gave statements to police officers with blood still trickling down your face. But put an insect in your path and you scaled the closest thing to you for protection.

It just so happened that closest thing was often John Stones, and he was happy to be that person really.

It has become a norm between the two of you in the years you had been friends. Winter was the worst for spiders, but he generally didn’t mind the mildly irritating insects. He just got rid of them one way or another while you hid as far as you could get and then he’d come get you when the coast was clean. But you hated summer for this particular reason.

Wasps.

They fly in, fly into things and somehow never make it back on the window on their own despite it being the most easy thing one could ever imagine. Then, they try and sting you as if they aren’t in your house. They just creep you out, even the sight of them with their nasty little bodies. Bees aren’t a problem, they’re fuzzy looking and don’t intrude in your home nearly half as much. Also, they don’t try to sting you all the damn time.

“Where abouts?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of any destain or irritation he may harbour. “On the light,” you tell him shakily, following close to him back as you both enter the room. “Right up there- careful!”

John sniggers a little to himself, much to your dismay. He kicks off his shoes by your bedside table and climbs up onto the bed with ease on those ridiculously long legs. By luck, chance or both, he has some toilet paper in his hoodie pocket that he’d probably used to wipe his nose or something like that earlier, he can’t remember. He holds it out at arms length, only inches away form the unsuspecting black and yellow insect. “Where?” He asks again, “I can’t see anything.”

“There!” You insist, pointing up with a shaking finger. “I don’t see anything (y/n).” He repeats, making you whimper slightly, more tears suddenly appearing as you try to come to terms with the fact it might’ve moved while you were outside the room. The thought of having to sleep in your house while not knowing where it was would send you absolutely mental. “It was there I swear, look-“

“Ahhh, I got it. Stand back.”

He leans forward with relative ease, careful with the force he used so close to a live electric source and grips the buzzing creature in his tissue. “There we go,” he hums, stepping down from the bed. “All go-“

As if on cue, it flies out of the paper and you let loose a literal shriek as you dive backwards, crashing into the wall and then jumping forward in fright at that. “Woah!” John calls, “it’s alright, it’s right there. Calm, calm. Take a deep breath. Look,” he tries to calm you. That deep accent with his fatigue coating each word seeps into you, carefully calming your firing heart as he grabs it tighter from the floor, making sure he squashed it this time and immediately takes it to flush it down the toilet. John doesn’t know if you’re supposed to kill them or not, but at this moment in time he genuinely does not care. Was he fuck going to chase a wasp out of a window at half past one in the morning. Not a chance.

When he returns from the bathroom now empty handed, you still seem upset.

“That was scary.” You announce.

John smiles, pearly whites all on display. “I noticed.” He teases, making you scowl tiredly at him.

That scowl falters when his smile breaks into a light, soft laugh and he moves to stand in front of you. You absolutely don’t mind the fact that he’s babying you a little, using the sleeves of his sweater to wipe your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and taking you into his strong arms. In fact, it’s very much welcomed. His arms are the safest place in the world to you and even the residual discomforted shivers from the concept of a wasp in your bedroom couldn’t get through that defender. He looks after a lot more than just the Manchester City goal line. No, he’s the sole defender of something much more precious that he doesn’t even realise.

Your heart.

“You okay now?” He asks softly, his tired voice rumbling through you. You nod against him, “Feeling a bit better. Thank you Stonesy.” You mumble, words muffled by the muscled chest that your face his resting against. “Anything for you, lovely.” He responds easily, pulling back from you in a way that aches his heart. The sudden lack of your warmth and presence against him is utterly brutal. He loves holding you, but hates it in the same breath. He would love to hold you if it was something he got to do freely instead of fleetingly.

His eyes are stuck watching you sit down on the edge of your bed to grab your phone and check the time with an element of shock rolling through your eyes when you realise it’s nearly two.

“You got training tomorrow?” You ask sweetly, a yawn following the tail end of your words adorable in a way that makes John’s heart flutter like a teenage boy. He nods, “Not till after dinner though, around 5.”

It’s your turn to nod, seeming to be chewing over something in thought as you lie down in the middle of your bed.

“Wanna stay then?”

John has to pretend to think about it at least a little bit so he doesn’t look like he’s jumping right up at the opportunity, which is exactly what he wants to do. “Why not,” he shrugs, chucking off his hoodie to the foot of your bed, “Scoot over.”

He clambers in, long limbs moving nowhere near as coordinated as they are on the pitch as he lays down by your right. It’s like a familiar dance, one you both know so well as you shuffle around so you can lay against his chest, one leg hooked over him as his arm wraps around you to pull you even closer. A silence falls between you as he feels your eyelashes fluttering shut, tickling his chest. He can’t find that same relaxation, can’t seem to shut his eyes for the thoughts flying through his mind all at once.

“I should teach you how to catch them.” John states, rumbling voice interrupting the peaceful quiet in which you had nearly found sleep. “You know, for the future.” He adds almost flippantly. Almost.

“Why?” You hum groggily, sleep croaking your voice ever so slightly. “I got you.”

John has to pretend your half asleep admission doesn’t send his heart flying into his throat. You do always have him, right there in the palm of your hand. Always.

“I don’t think other guys would appreciate me barging into their house in the middle of the night.” He suggests, making you quirk an eyebrow in question, but you still don’t look up at him and he isn’t even sure if you’ve got your eyes fully open. “No other guys here,” you state, “Single, living all alone.” You add lazily. The words almost make John wonder if he has fallen asleep, each one spoke playing straight into the dream he’s had for years for you to be his.

“Yeah, I know but…but there will be, at some point.” He suggests. You give no response for a moment and he briefly thinks you’ve fallen asleep at some point in this conversation.

“Bet those other guys wouldn’t come get rid of wasps for me in the middle of the night like you do.”

“Maybe,” John shrugs, “but I think there’s plenty of guys like that, especially for you.”

He feels you shake your head against him, your words decisive as you speak;

“There are no guys like you, John Stones.”

His words and his breath are caught on his throat, his heart erupting in his chest as he replays those words in his mind, trying to figure out if he had actually just heard them or if his tired mind was playing tricks on him because it was so late and he hadn’t had enough sleep.

But then you look up at him with tired eyes and a sweet smile. You know what you’ve just done, know the bomb you’ve just dropped and you’re hoping with everything crossed that he feels the same way.

“You’re my hero, Stonesy.” You say softly, your voice now a little sheepish and he can barely just make out the flush of your cheeks in the dim room lighting. “And I love you with everything I have.”

He doesn’t know what to say, his eyes wide as his heart beats as erratically as he had felt yours beating when he first arrived with fear coursing through his veins thinking you were in some kind of mortal peril.

“John?” You ask timidly, voice sheepish as you sit up in fear.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, pushing himself to a seated position, allowing him to lean forward and slide his hand around the back of your head to pull you into him, your lips crashing down onto his.

It’s just about everything he’s ever wanted.

“God I love you.” He says against your lips, a groan leaving his throat from pure satisfaction, pure relief of finally getting those words off of his chest. You giggle, resting back against his chest. “Can we sleep now, please?”

He nods, both of you shuffling so you can resume the position you had been in before a life changing confession that had spun you and the Barnsley brunette into the kiss that had been years in waiting. This was the happiest either of you had probably ever been.

“Guess we have the wasps to thank for this eh?” John lulls just as sleep is about to encompass you. He feels you shiver against him, the hairs on your arms immediately raising to attention at the mention of that which you hate so much.

“Don’t say that! That’s basically an invitation for them to invade my house!” You hiss, giving his chest a gentle swat as he pulls you closer to his side.

“Let them come,” he says almost triumphantly, “You got me now, always.”

You cosy yourself against him, a soft sigh of complete content and comfort tickling his chest as it dances across him. He feels that gentle smile that settles onto your gestures as your heavy eyes allow sleep to truly begin to take you.

“Always,” you mumble, words diluted by sleep “My hero.”

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

[mirukostallbabygirl]

BNHA boys after passing No-Nut-November

Yeah. It’s what it sounds like. Prepare to have your backs blown out folks 😌🤚

Characters: deku, denki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Hawks, Mirio

All characters are 18+

Warnings: Cockwarming, Overstimulation, rough sex, phone sex

Deku ~ Izuku Midoriya

Dude was literally DYING all of November

Because now that he has a girlfriend why wouldn’t he have sex??

But you seemed excited and suspicious of his ability to do it, so— like a true hero— he took on the challenge

He didn’t realize how used to sex he already was, and he sometimes woke up to himself humping a pillow in his sleep (but shh he didn’t tell you about that)

The two of you were texting during the night of November 30

And you could feel the desperation in his texts

Seeing the minutes tick by... 12:30... 12:45... 12:5

It was maddening

He didn’t want to come on too strong, so he decided that he would rather FaceTime you, because he though it would be less awkward (and there aren’t receipts if you say no)

But you were one step ahead of him

You had your alarm set to go off at 12:00 AM December 1st

He was startled when the annoying chime blasted out of your phone, stuttering on what he was saying

So you cut him off, turning your screen to show the time and asking “hey baby, do you want to come over?”

This mans eyes SPARKLED LIKE A KID ISTG

He didn’t even reply. You just saw a shaky view of his room and the sound of shuffling clothes and shoes, then the click of a door lock

He showed up at your door a few minutes later, after having hung up without another word on his way there

You opened the door and there were lips on yours, strong arms gripping your waist

Then groping your tits and ass

He never goes insanely hard

But that was the roughest sex you two had ever had

It honestly made not being able to have sex with him worth it for the absolute monstrous fuck you guys had

And it was a LONG session

You thought about calling in sick from work to stay with him and see if you could make your torn-apart body go for another round

Denki Kaminari

He gets zappy when he’s horny (like— literal electricity)

And he’s horny a lot because you refuse to let him have sec with you, and even worse— he can’t even Jack off to the thought of you

He tried to get away with it a few times only for you to feel the change of static in the air and come to his bedroom

He DEFINITELY would not have made it through if you hadn’t held him accountable the whole time

And even though at those times you were helping, you weren’t making it easy for him otherwise

You’d wear the short skirts that he liked and purposefully bend over to grab things from the floor, flashing yourself to him

It was funny to see how red he got and then how hard he got— smirking when you caught a glimpse at the tent in his trousers

So on November 30, he had it all planned out

He picked out an outfit for you, and set up his room all elegant

And he asked you to come over to spend the night

You were excited

It’s not like the two of always had sex impromtu, but there was never this level of preparation

You came in around 11 for a late-late night dinner (because what’s a sleep schedule— neither of you knew, that was for sure) of boxed macaroni

His lack of cooking ability was endearing

After dinner, he handed you a bag to go change into

It had thigh high socks, thigh harnesses, and a black and gold lingerie set

You looked hot— you couldn’t lie

When you came out you saw that the clock read 11:57

And Denki turned around, turning a bright crimson

You teased him “you picked this out, silly, why are you getting so flustered?”

He pulled you down to straddle despite how red he got

The two of you kissed until the clock hit 12

And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t kissed all month, but it felt special when you’d be intimate for the first time in a while

He brought you to the bedroom and the two of you spent a whole 3 minutes being romantic before both of you were ravaging each other

It was hard to tell who missed sex more between the two of you

But you were both relieved it was over

Red Riot ~ Eijiro Kirishima

During all of November, he decided that whenever he was missing your body, he would train

And he did OH HOW he did

He was big and strong and he’d taken on extra hours to work on his hardening quirk, and had shown a lot of improvement

You suddenly had to cope with the fact that your boyfriend got EVEN HOTTER, and you weren’t having sex with him

You even gave in a few times, begging him to fuck you, but every time he denied, “that’s not very manly of me to fail the challenge” he would explain and then head out to the gym

It’s fair to say that it sucked for you

So when November was ending, you made a plan

He worked long hours at his agency, so he wouldn’t be back until it was almost 12, which (you being the night owl you are) has never been a problem

But it was today

So, here you are at his agency, rapping on his office door during his lunch break

He hugged you and pulled you inside of his office like he’s done every day you showed up at his office since you started dating

But you were horny and so was he and the tension was high between the two of you

No one wanted to make the first move, because that would be admitting defeat

So you walked to the side of his desk, his eyes following your ass, and bend down to grab his lunch from the left drawer

You hiked your skirt up enough so that he could see a flash of your panties

You weren’t going to make this last day easy on him, but you weren’t trying to make him lose either

But he was on you after that

Hands on your hips, cock pressed against your clothed ass

And you were so in

You both lost your stubbornness quickly when the lust grew too hard to handle

So you let him pull your panties to the side and start thrusting

God you missed this

And he was so much stronger now

You let out moans as he co tinued, not caring if anyone out in their cubicles heard

You were Red Riot’s and he was yours

You both came, multiple times

And when he relaxed back on his desk chair which you collapsed on his chest

You decided to make the final blow

“You realize you lost, right babe?”

And deep red eyes met yours with a seriousness rivaling that of some prestigious heroes (which was hardly eijiro— everyone loved him as a refreshing kind savior rather than the usual aloofness of heroes)

“I could keep going if you want to be a brat.”

Eraser Head ~ Shota Aizawa

He’s not a very sex-motivated guy

But he definitely liked it every once in a while— especially with you

His baby girl struggling to take him, writhing in pleasure, cumming 2,3,4 times

He loves it

And he decides that he’ll still get to see his baby get pleasure, and just not get any of his own

So most of the month, if you were in the same room as him, you had a vibrator buried deep in your cunt

It didn’t feel the same as him feeling you up, but it was hard to sit still or focus when he was indirectly doing such lewd things to you

So November was long for you

And not in a bad way, but you were ready for it to be over, and you could tell he was, too

He was near his wits end from not getting to unload into his little girl, and it reflected on his teaching

You wondered if his students could tell he was lashing out because of sexual frustration

The thought made you laugh

So he cancelled or denied any plans anyone made that night, and so did you

You spent the afternoon together, watching tv mindlessly as you sat on his cock

That was something you two had done a lot more— cockwarming

It was nice to be so close to him

And he argued that the challenge was that he couldn’t cum, not that he couldn’t have his dick in you

So you agreed

And now it was nearing time, and he started slowly thrusting into you, both of your heads turned to the clock as you counted down the seconds until you could both cum

And when the clock finally shone 12:00, it was over for you

Brutal thrusts from underneath you left you with a cream-filled pussy, and then again on your hands and knees against the couch, and on the kitchen counter, and the bed

He had to make up for all the time he wasn’t able to pleasure you himself

So you let yourself be completely destroyed by his cock multiple times

Your legs were t even working past your 3rd orgasm, so he’d just carry you to his new destination

Hawks ~ Takami Keigo

He loved you, but this was not a hard challenge for him

He hadn’t got laid for most of his teenage years

And the two of you did it only on occasion before you teased the idea and he said that he didn’t think you could do it— not have sex with him

So it was more like no-nut-November for you

But you wouldn’t let his teasing be confirmed

So you stood your ground

The two of you made it through the first week with fire in your eyes— encouraged by the want to win against the other

Even the second week was fine

Then you walked in on him fapping like a teenager in your bedroom, surrounded by a few of your sentimental stuffed animals from when you were a kid and a pair of dirty panties

You didn’t intrude

You just let him

And your fingers made their way to the waistband of your panties

You were egged on by his moans seeping through the wall and to your ears

Gorgeous, erotic, and effortless moans that could make you cum without touching yourself at all

But here you are, rubbing your clit and dipping your fingers into your puffy cunt as he jerked himself off on your bed

The two of you never mentioned this

Neither of you were going to admit that that could t even last 3 weeks

You weren’t even sure he saw you, but you sure saw him

And it didn’t happen again, as much as you wanted it to

The sex wasn’t life changing when he could do it again

The real reason you two were together was because you love the other, and that didn’t go away just because you couldn’t fuck

So the two of you were solidified in the shared opinion that you would be happy no matter what happens

And you spend the night bare against his chest, wings brought around your body in a protective shield

Togata Mirio

He made it through the month just fine, usually too busy training and working to have time for you two to have sex

Instead the two of you work together and cuddle at night

And it’s satisfying, but it’s not mind-blowing for either of you

You’d much rather be able to have sex when he has an off night

He actually has a business trip spanning from November 27-December 3, which was a painfully long time for you

You had gotten your hopes up to be able to be destroyed by him

Instead you two FaceTime every night

And he’s too shy to mention it, but once November has passed, he’s aching to get back to you

Aching to get his cock back buried deep in you

You start touching yourself on FaceTime the night before his flight back

He didn’t notice at first

But he saw your arm flexing as you rubbed tight circles on your clit while listening to his voice

“Whatcha doing there sweetie?”

He asked it all innocent but you know better

You slide the phone down to show your pussy dripping with need

You hear him mutter a soft “fuck” before you hear the sound of unzipping and clothing falling to the ground, keeping yourself in view for him while he shows his equally needy cock on the camera

It’s blushing red on the top, so ready for you you wish you had a teleportation quirk

But the two of you were relieved to be doing just this after so long

And after you both came on your fingers, he promised he would give it to you so good when he got back

And he did not disappoint

[t0wnspersonb]

Sleepless Nights (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

Anonymous said:

Hi hi hope you're doing well! I was wondering if I could request a fic with giving kageyama a blow job for the first time? You can take it further if you want, whatever you want! Love your writing 😊

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,973

Warnings: SMUT, oral sex (male recieving), language, Kageyama being a perfect angel baby.

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I didn’t think that I was a simp for Kageyama but like maybe...?👀👀👀 I hope that you guys like it! It was a lot of fun writing lmao. Also bonus points if you can catch the reference I made😂 I’m still shuffling through my inbox, I won’t be doing all the requests that have been asked but I will still be doing a select few. Please enjoy:)

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You shifted nervously in your seat, weakly smiling at the orange haired male that was blatantly staring you down.

 This was incredibly awkward.

 “Stop staring at her dumbass!” Kageyama growled, setting down his milk cartoon to slap the middle blocker, who easily dodged his advances. 

 “Why are you dating Kageyama!? He’s a bad guy!” Hinata yelled getting in your face.

 “OI!” Kageyama grabbed the back of his uniform, yanking him away from you.

 You furrowed your brows in confusion at his statement, a bad guy? Kageyama was far from it.

 “I really like him.” you blurted out, pausing their fighting, the tall setter looked at you with a shocked face, blush coating his cheeks in embarrassment. Hinata on the other hand looked mortified at your statement. “He’s very kind and strong.” you finished, glancing down at your bento, now you were embarrassed at your confession.

 “He’s not kind at all! But he is strong! His tosses are the best!” Hinata declared, returning his attention to his large sandwich.

 Kageyama ignored him, his blue eyes focusing on you completely. You guys had only been dating for a couple of weeks but… those past couple of weeks he’s never been happier.

 You were in the same class as Yachi, but the store that he went to often was the same store that you worked at part time. Before you knew it, a friendship began to blossom between the two of you, and then you guys literally ran into each other during a morning run.

 Come to find out that you guys went to the same school and were in the same year. Although, you were completely unaware of the tall male and his club activities. You were on the swim team, on the complete opposite side of where the volleyball gym was.

 But after that friendship began to bloom, something new took its place. Something more vibrant, and far sweeter.

 You were the first one to confess your feelings, despite the nerves, despite the fear that he wasn’t going to feel the same. You knew how hard he worked at volleyball, you figured that he wouldn’t have time in his life for a girlfriend, but the secret ate you up inside. When you had confessed, you were already prepared for the rejection that he would give you, only it never came. 

 He liked you too.

 Naturally you guys began dating, and it was pure heaven. Despite his awkwardness, things slowly became more natural. It wasn’t until now that he started to introduce you to his friends. 

 Hence the strange interaction you just had with the middle blocker.

 “Is Y/n-chan going to come to the game tomorrow?” Hinata asked with his mouth full of food.

 You perked up at that, beaming at the small male. “I am! It’ll be my first time seeing a volleyball game! I’m very excited.”

 “Eh!? You’ve never seen a volleyball game before!? What have you been doing!?” Hinata exclaimed.

 Kageyama scowled at him. “Y/n isn’t a volleyball player. She’s on the swim team, she doesn’t have time to focus on volleyball like you do dumbass.”

 Before another fight between the two began you started talking. “I’ve never been interested in the sport. I’ve always been really busy with swim meets and fundraisers. But when Tobio talks about volleyball it sounds like a lot of fun! Your team sounds so strong!” You said brightly.

 Kageyama felt his heart thump harder in his chest at your praise. The clear happiness and excitement on your face was undeniably adorable. 

 “What do you do when you swim Y/n-chan!?” Hinata asked excitedly.

 “I only swim free.” You said proudly, grinning at the smaller male. “It’s the only style I swim during meets.”

 “She’s really good too.” Kageyama stated, thinking back when he had gone to his first ever swim meet. You were incredible in the water, breathtaking. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you swam, you were elegant and beautiful, your movements gliding through the water easily.

 He had never seen anything more perfect before.

 “I don’t know what that means but it sounds cool! You’re cool Y/n-chan!” Hinata said brightly.

 You couldn’t help but grin back, all traces of awkwardness gone now. “Thanks, Hinata!”

 Lunch ended without a hitch now, the conversation was easy with Hinata, despite the constant fighting, it was incredibly fun.

 Before you could head back to class Kageyama grabbed your hand gently. He stared off into the distance, blushing softly as he glanced over to you quickly. 

 “Will you wait for me after practice?” he asked.

 You squeezed his hand carefully, ignoring your racing heart. “Of course! Let’s walk home together Tobio.” you smiled sweetly.

 He nodded once before releasing your hand and walking off; Hinata was already long gone by now.

 You smiled softly to yourself, the tall setter had a hold on your heart like no other. You couldn’t wait for the game on Saturday.

 ****

 As promised, you stood outside of the volleyball gym, kicking lightly at a rock near your foot.

 “Y/n-chan!” you heard a familiar voice call out, you looked up smiling at the orange haired male jumping and waving his arms around, several others looking at you in curiosity.

 “Shut up Hinata! Boke!” Kageyama growled grabbing his head. After a couple of shoves, Kageyama made his way over to you.

 “Ready?” you asked sweetly, beaming up at the tall setter. He felt his face flush but nodded, reaching to carry your bag.

 “Yeah let’s go.” he said, slugging it over his other shoulder before taking your small hand into his own.

 “What? Is that Kageyama’s girlfriend?” Tsukishima asked, intending for it to be a joke.

 “Yeah! She’s super cool!” Hinata said excitedly. “Y/n-chan is on the swim team! She only swims free! Whatever that means!”

 “... WAIT WHAT!?”

 “KAGEYAMA HAS A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE ME!?”

 “BUT SHE’S TOO CUTE!”

 “THE UNIVERSE HAS FORSAKEN ME!”

 “SHUT UP AND GO HOME EVERYONE!”

 “... Yes Daichi.”

 ****

 Kageyama couldn’t help but notice that your hand was cool, and that your hair was still wet from your swim practice.

 “Are you cold?” he asked, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

 You shook your head. “I’m fine. Besides, we're already at my house.” 

 You looked up at the dark-haired setter who was scratching the back of his head, not meeting your gaze. 

 “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, finally looking at you, his face slightly flushed. 

 “Bright and early. You’ll do great.” You smiled, hands resting on his uniform. “Sleep well?”

 He nodded and stooped down as you stood up on your tiptoes, his slightly chapped lips gently brushing against yours before sealing your lips in a gentle kiss goodnight.

 This wasn’t your first kiss with Kageyama. Surprisingly, kisses came incredibly easy for the awkward setter. He loved how soft your lips were, and how he could taste the melon lip gloss on his lips afterwards.

 Your heart raced in your chest, and you were tempted to pull him in deeper, wanting the kiss to develop more and last longer, but all too soon he pulled away, giving you a soft smile before taking his leave.

 That boy was going to be the death of you.

 The rest of the night progressed uneventfully, and you soon found yourself freshly showered and ready for bed. 

 Practice must’ve been incredibly draining for you, because as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out cold.

 It had to be at least three in morning when your phone began to ring. You sleepily fumbled around for it before squinting at the bright screen.

 Kageyama.

 “Hello?” you answered, voice thick with sleep.

 “I’m sorry for waking you.” he said softly. “I just couldn’t sleep. Is it okay if I come over?”

 “Yeah. Let me open my window.” you mumbled quietly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, turning on your bedside lamp before shuffling yourself out of bed to open the window. 

 This also wasn’t the first time you’ve done this either. 

 Even before you guys had started dating, Kageyama frequented your bedroom many nights to hang out.

 You could barely keep your eyes open as you waited for Kageyama to show up, it had been about fifteen minutes before you saw a familiar figure slip through the open window and quietly close it behind him.

 You gave Kageyama a sleepy smile from your bed, noticing his grey sweatpants and black pullover. He looked good, incredibly good.

 You hadn’t noticed his sharp intake of breath. Kageyama swallowed thickly as he took in your sleepy appearance. Your hair was tousled from sleep, the baggy white shirt did nothing to hide your hardened nipples that were now straining against the thin fabric from the frigid air. Your soft legs were incredibly exposed to his eyes and… oh fuck, your pink colored panties were on full display now.

 “Why can’t you sleep?” you asked, yawning, stretching your arms above your head. This caused your shirt to pull up more, revealing the delicate white bow on the front of your panties.

 Kageyama couldn’t tear his eyes away, his pants tightening ever so slightly.

 “T-Too pent up for the game tomorrow.” he said, finally snapping his eyes away from your figure. 

 His palms were incredibly sweaty at this point, blood roaring in his ears as he attempted to calm his racing heart. 

 “I see.” you said tiredly. “Well we can play a game on the console until you feel tired.” you stretched your body out on the bed as you reached for your side table drawer, your upper body lying flat, your bottom swaying slightly in the air.

 Kageyama’s eyes zeroed in on your ass, the panties hugging your cheeks perfectly, and the urge to grab at those perfect mounds of flesh caused his fingers to twitch at his sides.

 This definitely wasn’t good, because now he was pent up for an entirely different thing.

 “Here it is.” you mumbled to yourself, completely unaware of the internal conflict that was going on in front of you. You looked over at him, sitting up on your knees and patting the spot next to you on the bed. “Come here.”

 He sat down next to you stiffly, carefully resting his back against the wall. 

 “Get comfortable Tobio.” you said in amusement, yawning once more. He nodded robotically as he situated himself a bit better on the bed, making sure to rest his legs in a position that prevented you from seeing the increasing tent in his pants.

 You handed him the game, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling him stiffen slightly before relaxing as he started playing.

 He had only begun playing for a couple of minutes before your eyes began to droop in exhaustion, you wrapped your arms around his bicep as you settled against him comfortably.

 But he could feel your breasts pressing into his arm, his character dying in the game as he started to focus more on you.

 While your relationship was still relatively new, you guys definitely weren’t strangers to cuddling or gentle touches.

 Kageyama was definitely familiar with the desire that was now coursing through his veins. The first time he had experienced this was the first time he had gone to your swim meet. While the swimsuit that you wore wasn’t necessarily the most flattering thing, you were definitely beautiful, and the revealed skin of your body did something to him.

 “Y/n,” he whispered, causing your head to jerk up as you were startled awake. But before you could even process what was happening, Kageyama tossed the gaming console at the edge of the bed, twisting his body slightly as he moved to cup your face, and pressing his mouth against yours.

 A noise of surprise was made in the back of your throat, but you kissed him back. Arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him into you. The tiredness you were feeling began fading away, want and need seeping into your body now. 

 The kiss developed quickly, your tongue carefully tracing his lips before they parted in surprise. Your fingers were twisting in his black hair now as you pulled him in deeper. Your tongue massaging his, in a hot, slippery mess. 

 One of his hands rested on the side of your neck, keeping you to him, while the other was placed carefully on your waist. 

 This wasn’t enough though. You needed more. Carefully you swung your leg over his hip, maneuvering yourself so that you were now straddling him, your core pressing directly into his crotch.

 And that's when you felt it, a growing hardness that began pressing against you in your most intimate areas. 

 Kageyama ripped himself away from your lips, his expression dazed as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I-I’m sorry.” he breathed out. 

 You ignored him and carefully grinded your hips down against him, wanting more. A choked sound escaped his swollen lips, his hands darting out to grip your hips tightly, preventing you from moving further against him.

 “What are you doing?” he panted, his pants were incredibly tight like his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

 “Let me.” You whimpered, tugging at his hands. “Let me help. Let me take care of you.”

 You scrambled out of his lap, his face confused and dazed as you settled yourself between his legs. Your hands gently ran up and down his strong thighs, you could feel the muscles flexing under your sweet touch. 

 “You want to sleep right? I’ll make you tired.” You whispered and started tugging at his pants. You didn’t know what came over you, but all you knew was that you wanted to see Kageyama unravel before you. You wanted to hear more of those noises escape his lips.

 “W-Wait.” he grabbed your hands, staring at you with wide eyes. “Are you… what are you -” “trust me.” you interrupted him, “I’ll make you feel so good Tobio, please?”

 The pleading that was escaping your lips made you feel a bit pathetic, but that feeling was overshadowed by the complete need to make him feel good.

 He stared at you for a bit longer before nodding, his hands released yours as you pushed his pullover up slightly, working his pants and underwear over his hips and then… fuck. Your mouth watered at the sight. His member contrasted beautifully with the hard lines of his lower stomach; the splatter of dark hair caused your stomach to twist pleasantly. Carefully, you wrapped your hand around him, the skin soft and hot beneath your fingers.

 Kageyama’s breath became more labored, coming out in short and quick pants. His eyes fluttering shut at your touch. 

 You stared in awe as you began stroking him up and down carefully, his cock pulsing in your hand. 

 You wondered… your tongue darted out, flicking softly at the swollen head, tasting the bitterness of the leaking precum.

 A strangled groan escaped Kageyama’s mouth, his hand shooting out to grab your wrist. Your eyes flickered up to look at him.

 Fuck. You had always thought that Kageyama was beautiful, but this time.... You wanted to burn that image of him into your mind forever.

 His eyes were half-lidded, the pupils blown completely, sweat stuck to his skin causing his hair to cling to his forehead. His cheeks flushed a beautiful red, his lips parted and swollen from his constant biting.

 He was perfect.

 You ignored the hand that was gripping your wrist and lowered your mouth further onto the head of his cock. He flinched, body shuddering as you started sinking down lower. Your mouth was like a furnace, hot and wet, Kageyama didn’t think he could get any harder than he was.

 “W-What are you doing?” he choked out, reaching to pull you off his member. “Y-You shouldn’t put that in your -” you started swirling your tongue against his head. He whimpered loudly, biting at the neckline of his pullover, muffling the sounds that started to pour from his lips.

 You started moving, slowly dragging your mouth up and down, your tongue dragging against the underside of his cock. You continued this movement for a moment, before increasing the pace, and sucking harder.

 His hips thrusted up in a short and tight movement, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged at the sudden touch, felt tears sting at your eyes, but it was worth it.

 His long fingers carefully reached down and dragged gently against your cheek, he was staring at you, pleasure contorting his face beautifully.

 “You’re so pretty.��� he breathed out, his breath getting caught in his throat as you began flicking your tongue rapidly against his head now.

 “I… ngh… I’m not - not gonna last… l-long.” he stuttered out. His cock throbbed violently in your mouth, and then you began to feel thick spurts of cum hit your tongue, you hummed softly at the taste of him, easily swallowing his load down your throat. 

 Carefully you pulled your mouth off of his softening member, watching him as he struggled to breathe, his eyes were screwed shut still, his brows furrowed.

 “Tired?” you asked softly, your hand gentling rubbing against one of his locked thighs. His eyes fluttered open, staring at you in awe. He nodded softly before tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his clothes. 

 He held an arm out to you wordlessly, your body easily tucking into his side as you guys laid on your bed. His scent wafting into your nose, causing your eyes to flutter shut, you were tired now too.

 “I think… now I’ll be able to win my game tomorrow.” he said quietly after a moment. 

 Your lips twitched into a smile as you pressed your face deeper into his chest.

 “Go to sleep Tobio.”

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We Fall In Love With People We (Think) We Can’t Have (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Alex Morgan x Reader: They have a friends with benefits relationship, but R catches feelings, so she tells Alex b/c it seems like there were mixed signals indicating that she may like her too, only to be rejected. They stop their sexy times and R finds comfort in Sonny. Over time, Alex notices this and becomes more and more jelly. She snaps when the team starts sharing fan vids of them together. R runs after her when she leaves and then Alex kisses her. Angst and fluff like fuck me up pls.

Mentions of smut and a WHOLEEEEEEEEEEEEE lot of angst.

You should’ve known, you should’ve known, the fleeting touches, the longing gazes, all hints in your mind, were only hints in YOUR mind.  

All of the time you spent together, all of the time you spent waking up at night, the two of you entirely bare, the room clouded with the scent of sex and your bodies sore, meant absolutely nothing to Alex Morgan.  

“You knew when we started this that this was sex and ONLY sex.”  

You remember the look on her face, the complete and utter confusion, mixed with something akin to pity.  

She pitied you.  

Pitied you because you’d fallen in love with her, all those nights you spent by her side, watching her sleep peacefully, your bodies dotted with purple bruises, had meant absolutely nothing to her, while it had meant the world to you.  

You’d nodded, tears in your eyes as you turned and sprinted out of her hotel room, essentially ending the ‘relationship’ or lack thereof between the two of you.  

Nothing would ever be the same between you again, because you had the audacity to fall in love with someone who wouldn’t ever love you back.  

And that someone was Alex Morgan.

                                                           ***

After that night, you steered clear of Alex Morgan, willing your eyes to stay off of her in an attempt to dull the utter heartbreak you were feeling.

“Whoa, what’s wrong with Y/N? She looks heartbroken.” Kelley frowns at the look on your face and Alex sighs, shrugging.  

“I don’t know.”  

Kelley scoffs.  

“Don’t give me that shit Morgan, Emily said Y/N was crying when she came back to their room last night.”

Alex’s blue orbs disappear behind her closed eyelids, a lump forming in the woman’s throat.  

The last thing she EVER had wanted to do was hurt you.  

“I mean, you guys were banging weren’t-

“I don’t want to talk about it, Kelley.” Alex bites, Kelley holding her hands up in surrender.  

“Alright, alright, calm down Jan.”    

Alex glances your way out of the corner of her eye, catching the small smile on your face as Emily wraps her arms around you, the woman giving you a tight squeeze.  

The second your arms slip around her neck, Alex’s stomach twists violently, her heart clenching in her chest.  

She could have that.  

She could have that, but she’d screwed up.  

Screwed up because she’d told you she didn’t feel the same, but in reality, she did, she did feel the same.  

But she was Alex Morgan.  

And there was NO way Alex Morgan could be bisexual.  

Right?

                                                           ***

The more time Alex spent away from you, the more she missed you, missed the feel of the rising and falling of your chest against hers, missed the feel of waking up beside you in the morning, missed the smile on your face that had been directed at her.  

In this case though, that smile wasn’t directed at her.  

It was directed at Emily Sonnett.  

Emily rests her head on your shoulder and moments later, you rest your head on top of hers, the harmless interaction between the two of you making Alex’s stomach twist in jealousy, her eyes burning a hole in the back of Emily’s head.  

“Hey.”  

Alex turns her glare away from Emily as she turns to Kelley, the defender’s eyes widening at the look at her face.  

“Al, they’re just friends.”  

Alex scoffs.  

“It’s not like I care anyway.” She growls, turning away from her best friend.  

Kelley rolls her eyes, lips parting to snark at the forward, but at the look in her blue orbs her mouth snaps shut.  

Alex wasn’t just feeling anger at the sight of you and Emily together, it was sadness as well.  

                                                           ***

“Has she tried to talk to you?” Emily whispers from her place on the bench beside you and you shake her head.  

“No, not once.”  

Emily hums, her hazel orbs locking on the forward’s form, a forward who’s currently glancing your way.  

“I think she wants to.”  

You follow her gaze, catching familiar blue orbs on you before their owner abruptly turns away.

You shrug.  

“What if I don’t want to talk to her?” You mumble, Emily frowning as she places a hand on your back.  

“You do.”  

You turn to Emily with a frown.  

“What if I don’t like what she has to say?” You whisper, trying to hide the tears growing in your eyes.  

Emily cups your cheeks, the woman resting her forehead against yours, uncaring that the two of you are literally being watched by thousands of fans.  

“Listen to me, if she doesn’t want to be with you, it’s her loss.” She whispers, the woman smiling as she kisses your forehead, the blonde, much like yourself forgetting where you’re at in that moment.  

You didn’t bank on the fans taking notice, as well as a certain forward on field, the woman’s hands balling into fists.  

                                                           ***

“Ohhhh, look at the USWNT’s newest shippp!” Megan sings, passing you her phone, a picture of you and Emily on the screen, the blonde’s forehead resting against yours.  

Emily’s cheeks flush, as do yours.  

“Ugh, that picture was taken out of context.” Emily mumbles, swiping Megan’s phone from you, the woman glaring at the screen.  

“C’mon, you guys look cute together.” Lindsey teases.  

Further down the dinner table Alex clutches her fork tightly, a hard lump forming in her throat.

Kelly watches worriedly, Alex’s irritated state noticed by a number of her teammates within her vicinity.  

Christen and Tobin share a glance, as do Ali and Ashlyn, the two turning back to Alex who looks as if she’s about to blow a gasket.

She can feel the silverware bend in her hold, the woman’s stomach cramping.  

She couldn’t believe it, after only 4 months you were flaunting your relationship in front of her like what happened between the two of you hadn't mattered.  

Alex’s heart sinks in her chest.  

She’d done this.

She was the reason you’d even HAD the opportunity to get with Emily.  

She was the reason you were currently finding comfort in arms that weren’t hers. 

Alex shakes her head, blinking back the tears gathering in her eyes, tears she hopes no one sees, tears Kelley sees, tears Tobin and Christen see, tears Ali and Ashlyn see.  

Tears she was shedding from thinking about what could have been.  

What could have been if she hadn’t turned you down.  

What could have been if she realized she loved you sooner.  

                                                           ***

It wasn’t hard to see that Alex Morgan was exhausted, the bags under her blue orbs a dark purple, looking as if she’d either been in a fight, or hadn’t slept in weeks.  

She noticeably had been slower on field, prompting Vlatko to take action, meaning ordering her to get what she needed, rest.

The woman unable to participate in practices and games until she felt better.  

But she wouldn’t feel better, because right now, she was experiencing what you had when she first spurned you.  

She deserved to feel this way.  

“Jan, I can’t see you like this...” Kelley frowns sadly.  

“Like what?” Alex snarks. “I’m fine.”  

“Al, you’re-

“I said I’m fine.” Alex growls, cutting Tobin off, the forward frowning sadly, worriedly.  

“Listen, you can’t stay in bed all day, it’s movie night tonight and you’re coming with us...” Kelley gives her leg a nudge and Alex groans.  

“I’m not going.” She grumbles under her breath, snarling when Christen jerks the covers off of her.  

“Yes, you are. You need to spend time with the team, it’ll help.”  

Alex shakes her head, hiding her face in her pillow.  

“No, it won’t...” She sighs, whispering into the pillow so the others can’t hear.  

“It won’t because she’ll be there.”  

                                                           ***

Unfortunately for Alex, she ends up in the hotel room packed with her teammates for movie night, the forward keeping her distance away from not only you and Emily, but everyone else as well.  

Her teammates worriedly glance her way, though none of them speak, scared that it could drive her back into her hotel room, back into solitude.  

Alex can’t keep her eyes off of you, tired blue orbs on your profile, tired blue orbs that you find yourself gazing into every once in a while, the forward abruptly turning away from you.  

You frown sadly.  

You wanted to help her, you wanted to hold her like you used to, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t because she didn’t reciprocate your feelings, feelings you had yet to get over.  

You could see it, even from across the room, Alex’s eyes were puffy and swollen, despite the time she spent curled up in bed, it looked as if she hadn’t been sleeping. Her skin was pale, lacking the usual glow she had, and lips were cracked, chapped from neglect.  

“Ohhh, look at thissssss.”  

You turn to Ashlyn, the woman’s voice pulling you out of your trance, she and Megan grinning your way.  

“You and Emily have a new fan video.” Megan teases, missing the way that Alex tenses up.  

Emily rolls her eyes.  

“We’re just friends.” She pouts and Ashlyn snorts.  

“NOT according to THIS.” She holds her phone out, sappy music playing through the speakers as photos of you and Emily play on the screen as well as a number of clips where the two of you were celebrating goals, Emily kissing your cheek.  

Abruptly, so abrupt in fact that everyone jumps, Alex moves to her feet and makes a mad dash for the door.  

“Al! Wait!” You call out, chasing after her, but just as you’re slipping through the door you hear another door slam, presumably the one to Alex’s hotel room.  

You move towards the door, wrapping your knuckles against its hard surface.  

“Alex, come out and talk to me, please.” You plea, but your pleas go unanswered.  

You knock until your knuckles flush so red, you know they’ll be bruised in the morning, but you don’t care, you just want to get to her.  

Eventually though, the knocking ceases and on the other side of the door, Alex’s tears begin to fall.  

                                                           ***

Considering you’re in town for a tournament, you don’t do much bus riding, so catching Alex on the bus was a no go, though each and every time you tried to catch her coming out of her hotel room, she’d somehow slip passed you and out of your grasp.  

Attempts to talk Kelley into giving you her hotel key had failed, the defender wanting to protect her best friend, which you completely understood and didn’t blame her for.  

It isn’t till days later that you FINALLY cease your opportunity, catching Alex alone in the locker room after a rough game against Sweden.  

The woman doesn’t even see you coming considering she’s sitting on the bench, her hands covering her face.  

Your teammates silently slip out of the room, giving the two of you the much needed space you so crave.  

“Alex?”  

The forward’s head snaps up, her tired blue orbs wide, she’d been so lost in her pity party at having a terrible game that she hadn’t realized that the locker room was empty and that the two of you were the only ones left.  

Alex jumps to her feet, ready to make a break for it, but the look on your face makes her still, a look of utter sadness, but also, hints of anger.  

“Alex, please tell me what’s going on... I can’t see you like this...”  

Alex closes her eyes, your words falling on deaf ears as she tries to fight back what she’d been wanting to do for months, fought back the urge to run to you and take you into her arms.  

“Are you even listening to me!? ALEX! TALK TO ME DAMN IT!” You snap as you advance on the woman, the woman who can no longer keep herself back.  

Alex’s lips meet yours in a kiss like none you’d ever shared before, her lips soft, the kiss in no way filled with lust, but something else.  

She pulls back, tilting her head to change the angle of the kiss, kisses that are growing more heated, that is until you’re guiding her backwards into a locker, the woman ending up sitting in the locker as the two of you kiss.  

It isn’t long before your tongue is pushing passed Alex’s lips and swiping against her own, the woman moaning into your mouth as her hands run down your back. 

Your tongues tangle, flicking and rubbing against one another in such a way that makes your body shudder, the feeling of her tongue against yours bringing back a multitude of memories, night’s you’d spent together, bare and covered in sweat.  

Alex pushes you back suddenly, guiding you back into a wall, her tongue swiftly dominating your own, that is until the forward starts to slow the kisses down, her tongue no longer in the picture as her lips meet yours in a way that makes your heart warm, a warmth that spreads throughout your chest.  

Alex’s nose brushes your own, you think on accident, but you quickly realize it’s purposeful, a smile stretching across her face, a smile you hadn’t seen in weeks. 

You cup her cheeks, resting your forehead against hers as you stroke the bags under her eyes.  

“I think we need to talk... Don’t you?” You whisper and she nods, blue orbs fluttering shut as she leans into your touch.  

“Yeah, we do.”  

                                                           ***

Your eyes narrow as you stare at Alex, the forward shuffling nervously under you gaze.  

Alex stiffens when you reach for her, taking her hand and leading her to the bed, the two of you sitting on the end of it.  

“Al, please talk to me...” You whisper, stroking the back of her hand with your thumb.  

Alex takes comfort in the feeling the woman’s eyes fluttering shut as she blurts out her confession, a confession that had been bottled up inside, wanting to escape the confides of her throat.  

“I was jealous.” She whispers, the woman unable to open her eyes, unable to find the courage to see your reaction.  

Your brows furrow in question before your eyes widen.  

“Emily?” You ask, the forward tensing.  

You shake your head, chuckling, that chuckle making Alex’s eyes flash open.  

Alex’s heart skips a beat as you cup her cheeks.  

“She was just a shoulder to cry on, we’re only friends.” You whisper, leaning in to rest your forehead against hers.  

“So...” Alex swallows hard.  

“You’re just friends?” She asks and you nod.  

“Just friends.”  

Alex nods, the woman swallowing hard.  

“I’m sorry for what happened...” She whispers, your eyes slamming shut as you pull away, the woman already missing your touch.  

“Does that... Does that mean you just want to be friends?” You ask, the forward shaking her head.  

“No!” She cries, clearing her throat when she realizes she’d basically screamed at you.

“No...” She whispers, cupping your cheeks this time.  

“I didn’t realize my feelings were as strong as they were until I lost you, until I thought you loved someone else.” She whispers, her head hanging in shame.  

“Could you ever forgive me?” She sniffles, eyes welling up with tears as she thinks of the prospect of you not forgiving her.  

You lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.  

“Of course I forgive you.”

Alex’s head perks up, her eyes widening as tears stream down her cheeks, tears you’re quick to wipe away.  

“There’s something I need you to do for me.” You whisper, the woman sighing as she rest her forehead back against yours.  

“Anything.”  

You pull away, kissing her forehead as you give her arm a tug.  

“Get some sleep, I know you’re exhausted.” You say, your index finger brushing beneath her blood shot, red and puffy eyes.  

Alex grabs your hand before you can pull away.  

“Will you...” She swallows hard.  

“Will you stay?” She asks and you smile.  

“Of course.”  

The two of you crawl up to the head of the bed, a grin stretching across your face as Alex spreads your legs and settles on your chest, burying her nose in your neck, the woman releasing a sigh, a relaxed sigh that tells you how much she’d been missing you.  

The woman nuzzles into the soft flesh just behind your ear, remaining silent for a moment before she whispers, words slurring as she fights off sleep.  

“I want to try this... With you...” She whispers, your eyes widening.  

Alex Morgan, the woman who’d spurned your advances before was now asking you if you wanted to take those feelings to the next level.  

You smile, your lips parting to give her an emphatic yes, that is until you realize she’s fast asleep in your arms.  

Your grin, turning your head to kiss her forehead.  

“I want to try this with you too.”

[cherienymphe]

She’s Mine (Peter Parker x Reader)

Finally, here is the sequel and final part to She’s With Me

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers​}

WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-DON, VOYEURISM (?), biker!Peter Parker

summary: you face the aftermath of your daring decision

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You were awake for a while, enjoying the silence of the quiet house before eventually opening your eyes. In all the cheesy movies you’d seen, the morning after was usually filled with confusion. The character, male or female, always took a moment to gather their bearings, an entire minute passing before the memories came rushing back. Not you.

You remembered everything.

Peter’s side of the bed was empty, cold even when you slowly slid your hand to the rumpled sheets. The memories of what you did assaulted your mind, and you found yourself clenching at the memory of Peter’s hands on you. Per habit, you glanced around for your phone only to realize that in your haste last night, you hadn’t brought it.

With a sigh, you slid from the bed, taking the sheet with you as you wrapped it around yourself. You glanced around Peter’s room, chuckling at the superhero poster on the back of his door. The rest of the house was just as quiet when you exited, and you looked around with a frown.

“Peter?”

Only silence met you, and part of you wondered if he’d gone to see Tony. You recalled him saying that the plan might not work, that Tony might think him a traitor and decide to deal with him. Your heart clenched at the thought. Yes, Peter had all but forced you into sleeping with him, but it was hard to hate the brown-eyed boy, and despite the turn of events that you had not been all too eager to consent to, you didn’t want to see him hurt.

You decided that you would take the time to go by the house. You needed to get your phone and…well, basically anything you could quickly fit into your car. You wouldn’t be returning home again, that much was clear. Having gone to bed during the early hours of the morning, you’d slept a good chunk of the day away, and Steve nor Bucky should be at your house.

As you got dressed, you wondered if Sam was okay. You wondered if he was free, and if he was…was he home. The quick drive to your house was nerve-wracking, and you were slow as you neared it. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you saw that the yard was empty of any motorcycles. You were quick to park and run inside.

Your phone was exactly where you’d left it on your bed. The screen lit up as you scrolled through the endless notifications. Missed call after missed call and text message after text message bombarded you. Most were from Steve. Your heart both swelled and dropped as you read the most recent message that had been sent this morning. It was from Sam.

What have you done?

You bitterly smiled at the message, relieved to know that he was okay. With a sad smile, you grabbed your backpack and a duffle bag, yanking clothes out of your drawers before tossing them inside. You were swift as you did so, acknowledging that you had no time to linger. Since Sam was okay, it was highly likely that they were out looking for you and could be back at any moment.

There was no way Sam would ever let you leave, and Steve would be all too eager to trap you as well. The thought of the blond made you shudder, and you quickened your pace. You struggled to drag both bags down the stairs with you, a curse on your lips that you quickly swallowed when you entered the living room.

You stared in shock as Bucky stood at the door, jaw clenched and blue eyes cold. Your mouth parted, wondering why you hadn’t heard the familiar roar of his bike. You tightened your hold on your bags, and a bout of guilt tore through you as you noticed the dark circles underneath his eyes. You swallowed.

“Bucky…”

Your voice was quiet and unsteady. You didn’t know what to say…

“What did you do?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Is Sam alright?” you questioned, ignoring his own question.

His nostrils flared, and it was then that you noticed the phone in his hand.

“What the hell did you do?” he spat.

“Bucky, please… Is Sam okay?”

He angrily eyed you before huffing a sigh.

“Yeah…yeah he’s alright…”

Tears kissed your eyes as you nodded.

“Good…that’s-that’s good,” you whispered.

Bucky took a step towards you, face softening now as he eyed you, this time worriedly.

“Y/N…what did you do?” he whispered, fear coating his tone. “They just…they just let him go, unharmed and just like that.”

You shook your head, frowning.

“How…how did you even get here? I didn’t hear you-.”

“I was already here. I watched you pull up and walk in. Sam asked me to watch over the house in case you came back. They’re out there looking for you!”

You flinched, and for a brief moment, he looked apologetic, but it was gone as quick as it appeared. He heaved another sigh, reaching for you, but you stumbled back, frantically shaking your head.

“I have to go, Bucky-.”

“Absolutely not! I’ve already texted them…” your eyes widened “…they’re on their way.”

“No! Bucky-no! I have to go. You guys can’t keep me here,” you told him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, face stony.

“Watch us.”

“You’ll just make things worse,” you cried, and he frowned at that. “You have to let me go. Th-they’re gonna come for me if you keep me here…”

You barely whispered that last part, and his frown deepened as he worked to understand what you meant. He scoffed a laugh, but it lacked humor.

“What? You’re under their protection now or something?”

You opened your mouth to answer him, a yes right there on your tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. Your heart thudded in your chest, and you caught the way Bucky’s face fell just before you looked away. The silence that followed was thick, and he eventually scoffed in disbelief.

Shock registered on his features when your eyes met his, but that shock quickly bled to understanding then disgust…and finally fury. His eyes hardened, nostrils flaring as his jaw ticked. He stared you down.

“Who?”

You briefly glanced away.

“Peter,” you defeatedly whispered.

It was quite a sight to see Bucky visibly retrain himself from losing control. You noticed the way his lip curled over his teeth and the way his hands clenched into fists. He trembled as he looked away, and his eyes were cold when they met yours again.

“Is that where you were last night?”

“Bucky…please…”

“What do you think Sam is going to do, how he is going to feel, when he finds out you gave yourself- fucking sold yourself to one of them to save his life? Huh?” he demanded.

You shrugged.

“Sam is safe,” you said, as if that excused what you did.

Bucky’s shoulders sagged, all of the anger seeming to leave him as he released a tired sigh. He rested his hand on your neck, eyes tortured as he gazed at you.

“We…we would’ve gotten him back, doll,” he quietly said.

“Would you?”

He hesitated.

“Yes…eventually,” he admitted.

You shook your head, eyes tearful.

“See! Steve can pretend all he wants, but he had no plan. None! None of you knew what to do. I could see it-I could see that you all were scared…and worried…and so I…”

You trailed off with a shrug, eyes wide as you fought to make him understand. You heard the familiar rumble of motorcycles coming down the street, and your heart threatened to jump out of your throat. You glanced at the door and then back to him, eyes pleading.

“Bucky, I’m begging you. You have to let me out of here now,” you told him.

Not only would keeping you here just stir up more trouble that you’d literally sacrificed yourself to fix, but deep down, you knew why you were really afraid. Sam would be furious with you, but only because he’d be worried. You were his sister, and you’d done the unthinkable to save him. He’d be beyond pissed…but he’d get over it.

Steve would not.

The thought of the blond finding out what you did made you want to throw up, but it’s not like you could tell Bucky that. It’s not like you could tell them what their friend was really like. If you were being honest with yourself, part of you had done what you did to get away from him, and it was looking like it was all for naught.

Bucky at least looked conflicted, but you could see in his eyes that he was not going to do what you asked. In a panic, you dropped your bags and ran towards the kitchen, aiming for the back door. Bucky was faster. His arms wrapped around you and he restrained you with ease. Your feet pushed against the wall, making him stumble on his own feet.

“Y/N, stop-!”

He turned you around, and you shoved yourself away from him with a frustrated scream just as the door opened. You both were huffing, glaring at each other, and this was the sight that your brother and Steve were met with.

“Jesus!”

You were wrapped in familiar arms, and reluctantly, you returned the gesture. Realizing that you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, you allowed yourself a moment to breathe him in, basking in the fact that he was alive and well. Sam did the same before eventually pulling away, looking at you with a frown.

“Where the hell were you? What did you do?” he demanded.

You swallowed, unsure of how to tell him.

“You wanna tell them sweetheart, or should I?” Bucky wondered.

You stepped away from Sam, worriedly eyeing him as he looked between you and Bucky. Your eyes briefly met Steve’s who was standing in his usual spot by the window with his arms folded over his chest. There was a myriad of emotions in his eyes, some of which you refused to name, and you watched them narrow just before you looked away.

“Tell us what?” Steve demanded.

“We have a bit of a situation,” Bucky started.

“What kind of situation?” Sam questioned him, but you could feel his heavy gaze on you.

“The kind where Tony and his crew will probably be driving through here in less than an hour,” Bucky replied.

Your eyes met Sam’s.

“Why?” he demanded.

This was directed at you.

“I’m under their protection now,” you quietly told him.

Confusion filled his features, and you noticed Steve straighten up behind him, having heard you.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why?”

It was then that he glanced down, noticing the packed bags. His eyes met yours again, and you could see that he was putting the pieces together but was having a hard time understanding just what he was piecing together.

“Parker gave her an ultimatum she couldn’t exactly refuse,” Bucky chimed in, sarcasm strong.

Sam turned away from you, shoulders heaving, and that’s how you knew just how angry he was. He wouldn’t even look at you. You watched as he ran his hand down his face, the other placed on his hip as he mulled over what you’d done.

Against your better judgement, your eyes met Steve’s again. He looked equal parts stricken and murderous, and you couldn’t help the smug feeling that enveloped you. He took a step away from the window, and you merely raised your chin, eyes sparkling with triumph. You raised an eyebrow at him and watched as his hands clenched into fists.

“So…is that what you were doing this morning? While we were trying to figure out how to get Sam back you were-.”

“Actually doing something to get him back? Yes,” you harshly interrupted, not appreciating Steve’s tone.

“I can’t believe this,” Sam mumbled, looking at you now.

He looked stunned and disgusted and angry and hurt all at once.

“Sam, I have to go,” you whispered.

“Like hell,” Steve said, nearing you.

“You are not in charge of me! You never have been, and now you never will be,” you spat.

“Steve’s right,” Sam cut in.

“He’s not! None of you are! Do you understand what you’re doing?”

“You’re not leaving this house,” Sam told you.

You looked to Bucky, but he was no help.

“Let them come here,” Steve said, and you glared at him.

You knew that by “them” he meant Peter. Before you could say anything to that, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Opting to keep your mouth shut before you said anything you regretted, you simply walked upstairs to answer it.

“How did you get my number?”

You closed your door behind you.

“Your boss,” Peter answered, voice clipped, making your eyes widen. “Now, where are you?”

“I came by the house to get some things, and I didn’t know Bucky was going to be watching it.”

It was silent on the other end, and you could just imagine Peter rolling his eyes.

“They’re not letting me leave,” you told him.

You heard him say something on the other end, but it wasn’t directed at you. Your grip on your phone tightened when you suddenly heard the roar of motorcycles in the background.

“Peter, they want you all to come here. Steve wants you to come here. Don’t,” you said.

“You’re not one of them anymore. You’re with us now, me, and I’m coming to get you.”

“Peter-!”

You were cut off by your door swinging open. Your eyes connected with Steve’s, and you quickly hung up. You glared at him as he stood in the doorway, blocking your exit.

“What?”

His already taught face pinched even further, eyes narrowing as he stepped inside.

“What? What? That’s all you have to say?”

“Is there something else I’m supposed to say?”

He huffed before letting out a humorless chuckle.

“If you were anyone else, you’d be labeled a traitor-.”

“For saving Sam? Seriously?” you demanded.

“For going to them for help! We take care of our own, and you went outside the crew. You sought help from the enemy,” he spat.

“Admit it, Steve. You had no idea what to do or where to even begin! Sam is here right now because of me,” you threw at him.

His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as he looked down his nose at you, fire in his eyes.

“Yes…because you opened your legs for Parker,” he hissed. “That is what you did, correct?”

You didn’t answer him, finding no need to. He took a step towards you.

“Was he good?”

Again, you didn’t respond, simply crossing your arms over your chest.

“He’d been sniffing around you for weeks, trying to get in your pants, but I never thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for it.”

You finally looked up at him.

“Stupid? Well, my stupidity is the reason Sam is unharmed,” you scoffed. “I did more laying on my back for an hour than you did in an entire day.”

His nostrils flared, and you just knew that he was itching to put his hands on you. You went to move past him, but he caught your arm in an iron grip, pulling you close. He trailed his eyes over you.

“When Parker gets here, I’m going to put a knife through him for touching what doesn’t belong to him,” he whispered.

You jerked yourself out of his hold.

“He didn’t touch without permission. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him,” you quietly said.

You turned away from him without a backwards glance.

Your heart sank when you eventually heard the roar of motorcycles approaching from down the street. You looked up with wide eyes from your place on the couch, nerves on end as you eyed the window. You clenched your jaw as Steve and Sam opened the door, leaving you alone with Bucky.

You glared at him as you stood, arms crossed over your chest as you paced. Your heart sped up when the familiar sound came closer, eventually right outside of the door. Nothing happened for a moment, and then it was silent. Bucky’s back was to you as you paced, blocking the kitchen, and you eyed him.

You noticed a familiar black weapon strapped to his hip, and you bit your lip. You knew that Bucky never put the safety on. Sam was always complaining about it. You had never used a gun a day in your life, but that didn’t stop you from swiftly snatching it from him. He turned to you with wide eyes as you pointed it at his face.

“I just don’t want anymore fighting. I just want to leave…”

“Y/N,” he warned.

“I did what I had to do to save Sam’s life. I made a deal with Peter and he in turn made one with Tony. It goes beyond just fucking him, you know,” you told him.

He sighed, disappointment in his eyes at your actions.

“I have a bargain to uphold, and if you all prevent me from doing that, things are going to get messy, and you know it.”

He didn’t reply.

“Why are you all being so stubborn about this?”

“Because you’re family! You’re one of us and now you’re suddenly not and that’s not okay,” he spat.

You swallowed.

“I’m sorry. I really am, but we can’t afford for things to become any worse than they already are. Now, I am going to grab my bags right there, and I am going to walk out of that backdoor and go into the front yard and get into my car. I will drive away, and you will let me.”

He glared at you, but stepped aside nonetheless. You kept your aim as you did what you said you would. You both knew that you wouldn’t actually shoot him…at least not in the face, but your uncharacteristic behavior gave Bucky pause. It made him doubt just a bit.

You turned to face him in the open doorway, slowly setting the gun down on the floor before turning and leaving. You ran around the house, eyes widening at the bikes in the yard. You took in familiar red hair and dark eyes and finally the head of brown hair that you’d been so used to seeing. Your eyes caught his from where you were standing beside the house, and you ran towards him as he opened your car door.

“Y/N!”

You ignored Sam but glanced up to see that Bucky had joined them outside now. Sam ran towards you, but Steve was faster. Nat stepped in his way, staring him down as he slowed, glaring down his nose at her. You threw your things into your car, glancing up in time to see Steve cut his eyes to Peter. Peter’s face was unreadable, dark eyes boring into Steve’s as you sat in the driver’s seat.

“Don’t give me a reason to finally punch those perfect teeth, Rogers,” you heard Nat say.

He clenched his jaw, hands placed on his hips as he reluctantly took a step back. Peter leaned down as you shoved your key into the ignition, hands shaking.

“Did he touch you?” he quietly asked.

You shook your head.

“N-no. Not really,” you answered, avoiding his eyes.

He didn’t respond, just blew out a deep breath before reaching in and playing with your hair. You hesitantly glanced up at him, and he briefly glanced at Steve, the corner of his pink lips slowly curving upwards into a small smirk.

“I know he thinks I’m going to kiss you. Hell, you probably do too,” he said, looking at you again, thumb brushing along your jaw. “…but I don’t need to prove to him that you’re mine. You just are.”

He pulled away and shut your door, walking towards his bike. You eyed him for a bit before finally starting your car. With one last apologetic look thrown Sam’s way, you pulled out of the yard. 

Naturally, you beat Peter to his house, and you sat in your car as you waited for him to pull in, hands still clenching the wheel. You turned your head as he parked beside you, unmoving. Somehow, you couldn’t get your body to do so. Reality was finally setting in, and you found it hard to breathe.

Sam was okay, but everyone knew the truth. They knew that you’d given yourself to Peter to make it so. They were furious with you, and despite the fact that Steve’s anger mostly came from his jealousy and possessiveness, he had indeed been right. In a sense, you were a traitor. It didn’t matter that what you did saved Sam’s life, you had still gone to the enemy for help.

You were crying when Peter opened your door, reaching for your hands and slowly prying them off of the wheel. He helped you out, and you stood on shaky legs. He steadied you, dark eyes studying you as you blinked away tears.

“You should’ve waited for me to go with you,” he murmured.

“I didn’t think anyone would be home. I thought I’d get in and out,” you quietly replied.

He sighed.

“What did Steve say to you?”

You shook your head, looking away.

“Nothing…that’s worth mentioning,” you mumbled, sliding from in between him and your car.

He stopped you by grabbing your wrist, and you looked over your shoulder at him. There was a frown on his boyish features.

“You worried about him?”

You hesitated.

“A little…yeah. He threatened to hurt you…”

Peter let out a small laugh.

“He can try,” he said with a smile.

You gave him a reproachful look.

“Parker…”

“Wilson.”

“I’m serious. Steve…he’s been after me for years. He won’t just get over it,” you told him.

Peter just threw his arm over your shoulders as he steered you towards the house.

“Let me deal with that. We have more important things to talk about.”

“Like?” you wondered.

You hesitantly sat down on the couch as he shut the door. You were a bit unsure of how to behave around him now, how to behave in this new setting that was now yours as well. You’d slept here last night…naked. Peter saw you naked, he’d been inside of you. It was strange to think about. You looked up at him as he neared you, eyes serious.

“Mr. Stark wants to meet you tonight.”

Your eyes widened, but you shouldn’t have been shocked. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

“…oh.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“…and…because you’re with me now, there is a bit of an initiation. We all have to go through one,” he continued.

“I see.”

That was to be expected.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Normally, Mr. Stark decides, but since he’s grooming me to take over, and since this is an interesting circumstance with you being the sister of an enemy and all… He’s leaving it up to me.”

You waited for him to continue. You watched him as he eyed you, dark eyes running over your frame, thoughtful.

“…I haven’t quite decided yet though. Although, I do have something in mind…”

You mumbled a quiet ‘oh’ and looked down. You felt awkward, and you shouldn’t have. You’d known Peter for years, and you two were never friends but it was never awkward between you. You didn’t know why that changed just because you had sex with him. Maybe it was the circumstances surrounding it… Why you’d done and what it had caused.

“Sam’s not angry with you. He’s angry with himself.”

You lifted your gaze to him, finding him still watching you.

“He’s angry that he got caught…that you felt you had to do what you did to save him when he should be the one saving you, protecting you,” he elaborated, sitting beside you. “He thinks he’s failed you.”

You leaned back into the couch, heart clenching.

“He’s protected me all my life, I couldn’t just not do something. If I had left it to Steve…”

You trailed off, scoffing at the thought of the blond.

“You know…this might sound insane, but there’s a really small part of me that thinks Steve wouldn’t have tried his best to get Sam back. They’ve been friends forever, practically like brothers, but I was really scared he’d just leave him because if Sam wasn’t here, then he’d have easy access to me. Nothing would stop him from…”

Your words died in your throat with a sigh.

“I slept with you not just to get Sam back, but to get away from Steve once and for all,” you whispered.

You looked at Peter.

“Even though I basically hopped out of one frying pan and into another, when you kissed me last night…I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.”

Peter reached out to brush his fingers over your collarbone as he faced you, brown eyes darkening.

“I’m not going to pretend like I made you that offer for your brother or even to save you from Steve…at least not in the sense that you’d think,” he quietly started.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

“I wanted you away from Steve because I wanted you all for myself.”

This was not shocking to you. It might have been a week ago, but you were learning that Peter was not at all who you thought he was. He was in Tony’s gang for a reason. Nat had told you that, and although you never doubted her, you didn’t understand the full weight of her advice then.

“Growing up, you were always Sam Wilson’s sister. Untouchable, and God did I want to touch you,” he brushed his lips against yours. “So, when you came to me, sad and hysterical and soaking wet, like some pathetic little puppy, I did what I could and said what I could to get my hands on you.”

He firmly pressed his mouth against yours, and you closed your eyes. He groaned against your lips as he pushed you back. You hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders, parting your legs and allowing him to rest in between them.

“I really wanted you to be here when I got back today,” he whispered. “I wanted to get my hands on you again.”

Your only reply was a soft moan when his hands slid into the sweatpants that you’d borrowed from his bedroom floor.

“…but we have to get you ready for tonight,” he sighed, head falling against your shoulder.

“Peter, it’s hours away,” you said.

He lifted his head.

“I have to prepare you. Mr. Stark is a hard man to please, and just because you’re with me, that won’t guarantee him to like you.”

He helped you up and his words worried you. It must have been evident on your face because he ran his hands along your arms. He smirked at you.

“Don’t worry. I know him like the back of my hand,” he said pulling you along. “Do as I say, and you’ll be fine.”

He told you not to worry, but you couldn’t help it. In a matter of hours, you’d be face to face with Tony Stark himself, preparing to go through an initiation whose details were unknown to you. Peter said it was up to him to decide what it would be, and although that should’ve eased your worries bit, it didn’t.

Peter helped you off of his bike, and you stood on unsteady legs. The low kitten heels you had on felt strange on your feet, recalling that the last time you’d worn heels of any kind had been at prom. Peter let out a light laugh at your visible uneasiness.

“You good?” he asked with a grin.

You gave a shaky nod.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

Like most nights, the air was cool, and you shivered a bit. Peter had gotten you a dress to wear. It was white and light and flowy with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that kept sliding down your shoulders no matter how much you adjusted it. It kissed the tops of your knees as you smoothed your hand over it.

“You look great,” he murmured in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I feel silly,” you confessed.

“Well don’t. You look good enough to eat,” he whispered, lips brushing along your ear.

You placed your hand on his, hoping it would bring you some comfort. You stared up at the house before you with unease. Tony Stark was the richest man in town, and in a small town like this, that meant more than you could imagine. His house was no mansion, but it definitely made your former modest two-story house look laughable in comparison.

The yard was littered with bikes, and even though Peter had told you that everyone in the club would be in attendance for your initiation, you realized that you had never known just how many people were in Tony’s crew. You assumed that Peter had made a decision regarding what it would be. He’d bought you a dress after all, but he had yet to share it with you.

You didn’t even have time to admire the interior, because the man himself was there as soon as you walked inside.

“…and this must be the bold little birdie who’s been stirring up trouble on my side of the road.”

Tony Stark’s dark eyes connected with yours, and despite the urge to look away, you remembered what Peter had said. You held his gaze, and he smirked at you. His hand wrapped around yours as he neared and brushed his lips along the skin there. His eyes met Peter’s when he pulled away, and his smirk grew.

“Mr. Stark,” you greeted.

He chuckled, looking at you again.

“Please, call me Tony. Between you and the kid, you’re going to make me feel like I have one foot in the grave.”

You chuckled with him, surprised to find that he didn’t seem as intimidating as you thought he would. His face gradually grew serious, and he folded his hands in front of him as he studied you.

“As you can probably guess, I have my reservations about you, Y/N,” he started.

You swallowed, and Peter rubbed circles into your back.

“You’re the sister of my enemy, and you know how the saying goes…blood is thicker than water and all that jazz…”

You nodded.

“I understand your fears, Tony, but…I’m here because of my love for Sam,” you told him. “I did what I did to protect him, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

He took a step towards you.

“I should hope not. I would hate to have to use your brother to keep you in line…”

You frowned.

“…and I would hate to have to use you against him.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a possibility that you had never considered before being thrown in your face. Tony stared you down for a moment before he eventually grinned.

“Let’s hope that tonight you can prove you fully belong to Peter, and the crew in general by extension, so that it won’t have to come to that,” he said with a light laugh

He turned and walked down a hall.

“Come along,” he called.

Peter’s hand never left you once as you both followed Tony. You felt like you were a dead woman walking, and although Peter’s presence should’ve been comforting, not knowing what tonight entailed put you on edge. You blinked when Peter’s hand slid lower to the small of your back, just above the swell of your butt.

Tony slowed when he neared a set of double doors, and you felt like you were going to be sick when he opened them. There couldn’t have been more than 30 people standing in the room, but it felt like hundreds. You were the only one dressed up while everyone else wore their jackets and t-shirts, Peter included. You whispered this to him.

“You’re the guest of honor,” he simply said with a genuine smile.

Your eyes landed on some familiar faces as Peter led you to the center of the room. A long oval table was before you, almost the entire length of the room with about two dozen chairs surrounding it. You absentmindedly wondered if this was where they held meetings. Peter slowed as Tony made his way to the head of the table, and you looked to your left, nervously eyeing it. You looked to Peter, feeling his gaze on you.

His dark eyes were hooded, reminding you of last night when he’d cornered you in his house. You suddenly felt very hot, and he stepped closer, chest brushing against yours.

“Get on the table,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened, stomach churning as suspicions started to arise.

“…what?”

You glanced over at movement in the corner of your eye, watching as Tony pulled out the chair at the head of the table. His eyes briefly met yours, and he threw you a smirk. Peter’s hands were on your face, turning you to face him.

“I told you this was a special case…”

“Peter-.”

“Most people join with a clean slate, but not you. You were the enemy before you even walked in here-.”

“So what? I have to be made an example out of?” you demanded, lips trembling and eyes misty.

Your voices were hushed, and you could feel Tony’s eyes on you. You could feel a lot of eyes on you, just waiting for you to prove them right. Peter’s hands trailed down to your throat, thumbs tracing your skin as he looked down his nose at you.

“You’re mine. I know it, and you know it…” before you knew it, he’d reached down and deposited you on the table, stepping in between your legs “…and now they will too.”

He pressed his lips against yours, and you made a noise of protest. One hand was on the back of your neck while the other pressed into your waist, pushing you down. You winced when your back harshly met the wood, hands pressing against his chest.

His hands never stayed in one place for too long, and when the memories of last night came to you, your body reacted. You trembled beneath him, a few tears spilling over as you registered what was about to happen in front of these people.

“They’re not here, right now. It’s just you and me,” he whispered, trying to reassure you.

You shook your head.

“Peter, I can’t do this. We can do something else,” you said, pushing against him.

With a huff, he grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the table. You gasped in pain, and his tongue found yours when he kissed you again. You struggled against him, but his chest and hips pinned you down. From above your head, you heard Tony sit down, and soon the sound of more people sitting down reached your ears.

Peter kept his mouth on yours, swallowing your cries as he moved both of your wrists to one hand. The other reached in between you as he pushed his thighs underneath your own. You closed your eyes and turned your head away when the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. You couldn’t open them, if you did, you’d see the many faces staring back at you. Your struggle was anew when you heard the sound of his belt clanking.

“Come on, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “Moan for me like you did last night…”

He pushed himself into you, and your breath caught in your throat. He set a sharp pace, hips slamming into yours as he fucked you against the hardwood. Your shoe slipped off of your feet, and it clanged against the table. The other soon followed.

You felt air on your breast, and you hadn’t realized that Peter had reached up to pull the top of your dress down. His teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him. His lips moved to your collarbone and then your neck, and he let out a low chuckle.

Your head was thrown back as he thrust into you, the table shaking from the force of it. You only realized that he’d let go of your hands when both of his dug into the skin of your thighs, hard enough to bruise. Your own hands gripped his shoulders, now unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He wrapped his lips around a hardened bud, and you arched your chest towards him. Your eyelashes fluttered, vision blurry, but you could make out the upside-down shape of Tony Stark, watching you. Peter clearly wanted all of your attention because his hand found your hair and jerked your face back to him.

He forced his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth. His other hand pressed into the table beside your head, holding himself over you as he curved his hips into yours over and over again. You forgot all about the other 20 odd people or so, sitting around the table, watching. Like last night, you couldn’t swallow down your moans, no matter how hard you tried.

Your stomach tightened, and your legs started to tremble. Your arm was thrown over his neck, the other pushing against the table, trying to get closer to him for several reasons.

“Half the men in here want to be me, right now,” he murmured against your lips. “Show them that you’re mine…”

He snapped his hips against yours, hard, and you yelped into his mouth.

“Say my name like you did last night…”

You bit your lip, determined to swallow it down. His heavy breathing sounded in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N,” he dragged it out with a soft chuckle. “I’ve already got you squirming for me. I’ll get what I want eventually.”

“I fucking hate you, Parker,” you groaned.

“That’s nice,” he dismissed. “You’re like a kitten, you know? You put up a fight, and its cute, but you start purring the minute I get my hands on you.”

He reached down and brushed his thumb over you, making you jerk beneath him. He did it again and again, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and your breath hitched. Your vision grew hazy, chest and stomach tightening as stars burst behind your eyes. You mumbled his name over and over again, drawing it out in a low moan as your back hit the table again.

He had yet to halt his movements, fucking you through your climax as he maneuvered one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He kissed you.

“When this is over, everyone will look at the sister of the infamous Sam Wilson and know that she’s mine.”

~

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[hwangsbbg]

don’t wanna talk to you - Hyunjin

3k words, makeup sex, reader is mad that Hyunjin is neglecting her and ignores him. Reader is foreigner.

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"It's like I sacrifice my precious vacation time to come all the way to Seoul and spend time with him but he's always busy with her" I complained to my best friend Juyeon who was over at my house along with Eric after I had called them, frustrated with my oblivious boyfriend.

"So you think he's cheating with you?" Eric asked as Juyeon ran his hands through my hair, my head sat in his lap as the TV played in the background, none of us really caring what was on anyways.

"It's not that. But he knows she likes him. She's always shown it. She tried kissing him at the JYP family event this year knowing he was with me and whenever she's around him she acts all flirty" I explained getting more and more riled up at the thought of Hyunjin hanging out with her.

"But why would he hang out with her then? That makes no sense?" Juyeon quirked an eyebrow as I sighed.

"JYP thought it was a good idea to make them do a collab dance stage so they're working on it. He could have said no though. He's supposed to be on a break but he accepted because he didn't want to let his boss down."

"Ok so if it's just work, why're you so riled up?" Eric asked.

"Because! He goes out to eat with her and they're always texting now ad it's just so fucking annoying" I replied.

"So did you tell him that its bothering you?" Juyeon inquired after listening to my mini rants.

"No. I'm just gonna ignore him. If he doesn't bother spending time with me or considering my feelings then I won't bother acknowledging him" I replied making Juyeon shake his head.

"Stop. I know it sounds petty but he really deserves it" I spoke up before Juyeon could say what was on his mind.

Hyunjin and this girl have known each other for a long time. She's liked him for a long time. She works in the same company as him and always gets to see him. She flirts with him all the time when I'm working and when I come to Seoul during my vacation, he still spends time with her.

"So how long have you been ignoring him for?" Eric grabs some pringles chips and stares at me through the lenses of his golden rimmed glasses, awaiting my response.

"Like 2 days" I answered truthfully. "And do you think he noticed?" Juyeon asks.

"I mean he sent me a message two nights ago and I ignored it, then he sent like three more the next day along with two calls and I ignored them. But I hung out with Chan and Jisung yesterday and texted them so I'm pretty sure he knows" I told them.

"Wow. I don't even know what to say. This is between you two and I'm sure you'll figure it out" Juyeon gave me a small smile that I returned.

"Okay but you hang out with so many guys though? Us and the rest of our members, the rest of stray kids, txt, ab6ix, nct, seventeen, too and so many more. Isn't it a little unfair for you to get mad at him" I lifted my head from Juyeon's lap to look at him after he tried to reason with me.

"All of these guys have never tried to kiss me and respect my relationship. If it were Yeji or Ryujin, I wouldn't worry but it's because it's her. On top of that, I always make time for him and he literally forgot I existed although I came here for him and my friends" I huffed.

After more talking and me basically venting my anger out, we decided to watch a movie before they had to go back to their dorms.

"Love you guys" I hugged them, waving goodnight and closing the door behind me. It was only 8pm but I was pretty sure I wasn't going to go anywhere tonight.

I decided on taking a shower. It was well needed as it gave me time to just think about anything I wanted to underneath the hot and powerful taps of the shower drops.

After showering I put on some body lotion and got dressed in an oversized shirt along with a pair of underwear as it was quite hot this night.

"What the fuck" I stopped scrolling through my phone as I heard the door to my house knock even though I wasn't expecting anyone at this time. It was already about 9pm.

I walked out of my room and towards the door, phone in hand. My house was one story but with several rooms.

As soon as I opened the door I groaned and closed it again. There stood my beautiful boyfriend whom I was very mad at dressed in ripped black jeans and a white button up.

The door was knocked again right as I closed it and I rolled my eyes opening it again.

"I don't want to talk to you" I huffed, trying to look tough despite the 12 cm difference between the two of us, glaring at him even though he towered over me.

"Well we're gonna talk whether you like it or not" He pushed himself inside the house, clearly as frustrated as I was before kicking the door close behind him.

"It's been two days. Two fucking days you're not talking to me and I don't even know why" Hyunjin runs as hand through his hair, staring at me as I stood in front of the front door watching his movements.

"I get that you're mad at me but can you at least tell me what I fucking did" he follows me into the living room as I start walking away from him.

"Why don't you fucking ask Yuna" I glared at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about" He asks, still oblivious to the issue.

"Are you fucking serious Hyunjin. I decide to come to Seoul and spend time with you during my break. And you fucking go on lunch dates with a girl who's clearly into you" I yelled, trying to hold back tears of frustration. I tend to cry when I'm angry or worked up.

"You know we're practicing together for the collab stage and that's it so I don't see the problem" He tells me.

"That's not the problem. The fact that you keep hanging out with her and always texting her, going to eat with her and so on, that's the problem. You haven't spent a minute with me in like a week and you're on a fucking break" I replied.

"I'm only going out to eat with her and hanging with her because even if she likes me, we're still friends and she's my partner. It's not my fault if you're jealous" He shoots back at me.

"Fine then I guess you don't mind me sleeping over at Sunghoon's place" I was purposefully trying to incite a reaction out of him. Sunghoon is a close friend of mine that used to like me.

"The hell you are" He glares at me.

"Who are you to stop me? I'm only hanging with him because even if he liked me, we're still friends. It's not my fault you're jealous" I used his words against him.

"I'm your fucking boyfriend. And I don't understand why you're being like this"

"Because I care about you and you don't act like you care at all about me. Its been a week you're hanging out with her all the time, only texting me as if we weren't in the same country. And you only come to me when I start ignoring you" I wanted to hit him with his own album that I saw resting in my bookshelf.

"You're acting like such a bitch right now. I don't have to spend every fucking minute with you. I have a life you know" He spat.

"You know what you're right. I guess I'm not as important in that life of yours I had thought." I couldn't help but let a tear fall at his words. I turned on my phone that was resting in my hand and quickly unlocked it.

"Babe? Baby are you crying? Fuck I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit I'm sorry" His tone immediately softens as he walks closer to me, cupping my face in his hands and wiping away the tears.

"Are you seriously looking up flights back to the US" He asked incredulously after glancing at my phone screen.

"I mean you clearly don't care if I'm here or not" I huffed, removing his hands from my face.

"Of course I care, so much. And I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't. You know this project is important for me. Solo projects like these give more attention to the group. And I know you don't like her but trust me, nothing will happen." He began apologizing.

"It's not about trust Hyunjin, it's the fact that you don't even remember I exist and spend all your time with her" I huffed.

"I'm sorr-" "I mean what girlfriend wouldn't be fucking jealous if their boyfriend decided to spend every minute with a girl who likes him" I cut him off.

"Oh so you're jealous huh" He smirked as I glared at him.

"That's besides the point. You really fucking pissed me off" I rolled my eyes

"Okay I'm sorry baby. Ok? I promise tonight and all day tomorrow I'm all yours" He gave me a small peck and this time I didn't reject his actions.

"And you know I might've been spending time with her but it's you I'm always thinking about" he wrapped his arm around my waist, resting his forehead on mine, smiling.

"Cuz you're fucking mine, not hers" I replied, kissing him once again, my hands unconsciously moving to wrap themselves around his neck and pulling him slightly downwards so I didn't have to go on my tippy toes to reach his lips.

"Of course, I'm yours. I'll always be just yours" He whispered, his hands holding onto my waist, pulling me closer, closing the distance so there was not a millimeter of space between our two bodies.

His pink, plump, soft and addictive lips moved against mine and I almost forgot why I was mad at him to begin with. I smile into the kiss as I felt him tug at my bottom lip and smiled even wider when his tongue entered my mouth.

He moved his tongue in sync with my own as his hands travelled down, cupping my ass, rubbing on them and using them to bring me closer to him even if there was no distance between us.

"Fuck baby, jump" He pulled away as I looked at him with a smirk, my arms still hanging onto his neck, jumping slightly so he caught my thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Having a dancer and performer boyfriend came in really handy as he could easy carry me like this with no problem.

I began leaving small kisses and sucking on his neck as he carried me to my room. He obviously knew the way as he was accustomed to the house more than anyone else.

With no words said he used his back to close the door before laying me on the queen sized bed, giving me a small smile whole kicking off his shoes.

"You're so fucking beautiful" He easily slid off his shirt, moving between my legs and lowering his body to plant kisses on my neck.

His fingers trailed on my bare thighs as I realized my shirt definitely rose up so he had a perfect view of everything the underwear wasn't covering.

One of his hands slid under my oversized shirts, cupping a breast and rubbing on it while the other lazily rested at my waist as he continued to suck dark purple marks on my dark skin.

My legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer causing him to rut against me making both of us to let out different noises but for the same pleasurable reason.

I lifted my back a little and he immediately understood what I meant as his hands went to the hem of my shirt and in a swift action, he pulled it off, throwing it to the ground next to us.

He groaned, staring at my bare breasts, his lips immediately attaching to one as if it were a magnet. He teasingly held my nipple between his teeth ever so delicately making me whine before he placed his soft lips around the bud and began sucking on it, grinding his prominent bulge against my underwear covered core.

He tried to pull away and my hands instinctively went to the back of his head, keeping him in place as if to not lose the pleasure. I heard him chuckled lightly before slowly lifting his head, staring at me, my nipple still in his mouth, before he released it with a loud pop, moving to the next one.

He began sucking on the breast, already leaving dark purple marks before sucking on the dark and hard nipple that was patiently waiting for his mouth.

"Mm please" I didn't actually know what I was begging for but I was in too much pleasure not only from his lips but from the way his hips moved on me.

He let go of the nipple after a while, blowing onto it before standing up straight, unbuttoning his jeans ever so slowly. It's almost like he wanted to tease me however he was only making himself suffer by imprisoning his erection in those tight clothes for a while longer.

His lip stuck out of his mouth as his brows furrowed in concentration as he removed his jeans and underwear at the same time. He was quite impressive, not only blessed with good looks.

"You're soaked and we barely even started" He smirked, running a finger along my covered slit making me let out a small whine that didn't go by unnoticed by him.

He began chuckling before grabbing the hem of my white underwear and pulling them down, easily.

"As good as you look right now I really need you" He was referring to all the foreplay he wanted to skip and I was completely fine with that.

"You're still here tomorrow" I gave him a small smirk before sitting up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back onto the bed with me, engaging a passionate kiss. I took the lead as Hyunjin focused on positioning himself.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" I moaned out as the tip of his length slowly entered, already stretching my walls and he moved his head to rest at the crook of my neck.

"So fucking tight. Fuck" He mumbled, slowly pushing the rest of himself in until he was buried deep inside.

He placed both his hands on either side of my body and slowly began moving. His thrusts were slow and precise and had the both of us cursing and breathing heavily.

I stared at his sweat covered forehead with strands of hairs sticking to it all the way to his glorious lips that were swollen from the kissing to his abs that I could drool over for days.

"HO- FUCK" I might've reacted a tad bit too loudly as he hit a certain area that made the pool of heat in my stomach bubble and a certain knot form.

"You're so fucking hot. Look at you. Under me. So hot. You're gonna make me cum" He grabbed one of my thighs and moved my legs up to his shoulder, resting it there to give him better access.

He continued for a while before I stopped him and flipped us around.

I kissed all over his neck, sucking on a few areas on his chest, shoulders and collarbones and of course the nipples before I positioned myself.

I hovered over his waist, carefully grabbing his length and positioning it at my entrance before sliding on to him.

I began moving slowly as he watched me, jaw slightly parted, his eyes darting from my face to my breasts to his cock being buried deep inside of me.

"Mmm fuck babe c-can you speed up" I began moving faster at his words and he began matching ever bounce I made with a thrust upwards.

"Yeah who fucks you like this huh?" "Only you baby- fuckkk" I was pretty sure the neighbors could hear us considering how loud we were being.

"B-babe I'm coming" his voice for some reason dropped and came out a bit broken as he reached his high.

I felt his cock twitching inside of me and like he predicted, a few seconds later, he released, painting my inner walls white as I rode him until he was finished.

"Keep- keep going you didn't come yet" He looked out of breath when he grabbed my waist as I tried to slide off of him.

"It's fine you don't have too, it was great for me as well so don't worry" I reassured him but he shook his head no.

He gave weak thrusts and I smiled at his attempts to make me feel good as I began moving again, slowly.

It didn't take much time or effort after that for me to come and to get off of him roll over onto the other side of the bed

"I bet Yuna can't give it to you like that" I finally let out after recollecting my breathing.

"Would you let that go already" He chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes before grabbing me and pulling me closer to him.

"I love you. Really. I love you so fucking much. And I might not always show it but I do. And nobody could ever compare to you babe" He kissed my forehead as I tried to suppress the huge grin making way on my face.

"I love you more Hyunjin" I breathed out, moving closer to him as his grip around me tightened.

[chaoticminhos]

chained

pairing: seo changbin x reader

genre: smut, halloween !!

warnings: home invasion

word count: 2.7k

a/n: happy halloween my babies!!! enjoy sex demon changbin :)

summary: bombarded with chain messages the night before halloween, y/n expects nothing but her friends being stupid, or maybe some practical joke. what she didn’t expect, however, was for the message to play up to its threats, landing her with a surprise visitor.

you rolled your eyes as the message flashed across your screen for the nth time in just that day alone. nearly a dozen of your friends, and even some people that you wouldn’t call more than an acquaintance, had forwarded the same long, obviously bullshit chain message to you.

“the veil will be thin this halloween. send this message to 10 of your friends to lock in your safety. if you ignore, something bad will happen halloween night.”

it was the same type of shit that got thrown around in middle school and the fact that people still believed these cheesy things was really diminishing your confidence in your college for letting them in.

completely ignoring the message jisung had sent before the chain message asking if you were going to a halloween party the next day, you clicked off your phone. if he made you deal with stupid messages, he could deal with being left on read.

you made your way to your bathroom, setting your phone on the sink and ridding yourself of your clothes. you stepped into the shower, wincing at the cold. curse the cheap apartment for never having enough hot water, but it’s all you could afford.

despite the water being less than warm, you took your time. living in the situation you did, you actually sort of got used to the cold showers, and even liked them sometimes. of course you still wished it wasn’t temperature roulette whenever you needed to take a shower, but at least cold showers weren’t the most terrible things in the world.

eventually, though, your toes started to stiffen and the cold became unbearable. maybe the water heater was more busted than usual or maybe you were just in a cold spell, but either way, you could only handle so much of the ice cold water. even when you semi-enjoy them, a cold shower is only soothing for so long.

you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel securely around yourself, wrapping your hair in another to dry.

just as you bent down to pick up your dirty clothes from the floor, your phone buzzed on the ceramic of the bathroom counter. you reached for it, pressing the clothes from the floor against your body to hold the towel up with the other arm. unsurprisingly for it being nearly the middle of the night, the name on your phone read jisung, jisung, jisung. no one else was usually up this late on school nights, and when they were, they weren’t texting you. unless it was jisung. as your best friend, he took it as his personal duty to keep you from getting a healthy night of sleep, ever.

you unlocked your phone and went to messages, where you had 5 unread messages from jisung just since you’d been in the shower. clingy, as always.

upon opening the chat, you were met with 5 more messages matching the chain message he’d already sent you. as you were typing a reply and telling him to stop being annoying, another message came through. same person, same words.

with a huff, you deleted the start of the grumpy message you’d been forming and decided you’d stick with leaving him on read. he would get bored eventually. or so you thought.

nearly half an hour passed and you were still getting regular messages from jisung, all the same exact thing, copy and paste. you’d resorted to silencing your phone to avoid the constant vibrations signaling a message, but they kept coming. by now you had well over 30 of the same text from jisung, and you were getting fed up with it.

seeing that ignoring him obviously wasn’t doing what you’d hoped, you wrote a message and hit send.

can you not be a pain in my ass for literally two seconds?

you watched as the message tried to send, only to be stopped by a red error mark.

“message could not be sent. check your network and try again.”

great, so not only were the showers freakishly cold, the wifi decided to play favorites as well, working enough to deliver jisung’s messages to your phone but not allowing you to reply.

you took a deep breath as you sunk into the couch you were sitting on, willing yourself not to explode. your phone lit up in your hand with another message, jisung, of course, and you caught a glimpse of the time on your screen. it only made your bad mood worsen.

it was 10 past midnight, making it officially halloween, and instead of being happy as you should on your favorite holiday, you were busy trying not to walk straight to jisung’s dorm and strangle the ever living fuck out of him.

your phone screen dimmed and shut off. you took a deep breath and decided to follow suit, lifting yourself from the couch and making your way to your bedroom. maybe you just needed some sleep. maybe it was just as funny as jisung seemed to think it was to be spamming you like a middle school girl and you just couldn’t see that through your sleepy grumpiness.

you let your shoulder hit the door, gently pushing it open as you stepped into your bedroom. not bothering to turn a light on, you tripped over something, probably a pile of clothes, arms flinging out to your bed to catch yourself, only you didn’t come in contact with the soft fuzzy feeling of your favorite blanket. instead, your frantic hands were met with another pair on arms. a stronger, really steady, definitely-not-your-roommates-because-you-didn’t-have-one pair of arms, so who the fuck was sitting on your bed?

a scream erupted from your throat before you even had time to process the current situation. you immediately put distance between yourself and the intruder, tripping backwards over the same pile of whatever you had stumbled over in the first place. you fell backwards, luckily not close enough to the wall to have hit your head, and shuffled until your back was flush with the wall.

you watched in shock as the shadow of whoever the fuck had broken into your apartment leaned across the bed and to the table you had beside it, turning the knob on your reading lamp until the room filled with light.

he leaned back into his original position, the only difference from before being that how you could see him. he didn’t look like what you’d have imagined someone breaking into a young girls apartment to look like. he was sporting a bright white t-shirt and black sweats, his hair brushed out of his face. not really the best outfit for someone to avoid detection in.

unless he didn’t want to avoid detection because it didn’t matter if you saw him because he was going to kill you and it didn’t matter if you’d seen his face because you’d be dead and... oh fuck.

the words that left your mouth would have made you cringe at how cliche they sounded if you hadn’t been in fear for your life.

“w-who are you?”

you’d expected anything other than the reaction he had. he cocked his head, a small pout forming on his lips.

“think.”

your jaw moved and you tried to get something coherent to form, but nothing came out.

he chuckled at your reaction, keeping the pout on his lips as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with his hands intertwined in between them.

“it’s been, what,” he glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table, “five minutes since the last message and you’ve already forgot?”

your guard fell a little as the confusion of his words set in.

“what messages?”

he rolled his eyes, moving his arms behind him to support his body as he leaned back, and began reciting the message you’d been receiving nonstop for the entire night.

“the veil will be thin this halloween. send this message to 10 of your friends to lock in your safety. if you ignore, something bad will happen halloween night.”

you blinked at him, “i still don’t understand.”

he stood from your bed and began towards you. you knew that you should run, hit him, make a grab for your phone, anything, but you were frozen. you watched with wide eyes as he crouched down right in front of you, his knees touching yours, which were pulled up against your chest.

“it says something bad would happen.” he raised his hand for you to shake, “so hello, i’m something bad.”

when you didn’t take it, he sighed and let his hand fall to rest on your leg. your eyes snapped to his hand on your knee.

“of course,” he let his hand slide down from your knee and onto your thigh, “i don’t have to be a bad thing.”

your head was clouded and the only processable thought going through it was how warm his hand felt against your thigh. you knew that logically you should have done anything to get him to stop touching you, he was a fucking home intruder for gods sake, but you honestly didn’t want to. every moment he was near you, you felt the initial fear in your body melt into wanting.

he cocked his head, “i won’t even hurt you.” he raised an eyebrow, “unless you want me to.”

his eyes trailed up from his hand on your thigh and across your torso until he locked his gaze with yours. a smirk grew on his lips at how compliant you were being. he raised his free hand to your other leg and gently pushed your legs from against your body until he could fit himself in between them, leaning forward so his lips were only inches from yours.

if he’d doubted for any second that you didn’t want him, the way your legs trapped him close to you and your eyes were locked to his lips wiped it all away.

surprising him, you were the one to close the gap between you two, pressing your lips roughly to his.

he hummed into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup your face while the other remained rested on your thigh.

he took your bottom lip between his teeth and you greedily accepted his request, letting him deepen the kiss. it only lasted a moment before he broke it off, grabbing your arms and helping you stand. he gestured towards the bed, and you me legs took you there before you could even really process what he was asking.

you sat on the edge of the bed patiently, eyes locked to his back as he pulled his shirt over his head. as much as you could have stated at his muscular back for ages, a rush went through you when he turned around. you let him lean down and gently kiss you before manhandling you until you were laying on your back in the middle of the bed.

you gladly opened your legs and let him place himself between them, crawling over you and reconnecting your lips once again. one arm kept him stable above you as the other trailed its way down your body, sneaking under your shirt and up your back to unclip your bra. you whined as he took his lips off from yours to lift you up and pull your shirt and bra over your shoulders, but he quieted you with his lips back on yours as soon as the clothing was out of the way.

a soft moan passed your lips as he trailed wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck, softly nipping at the sensitive skin. he continued his path down your body and to your chest, taking your nipple in his lips while his other hand came up to tease the other. you’d never been someone who got very worked up from having your nipples touched, but something about the way changbin did literally anything to you made you squirm. he continued to trail kisses along your stomach until he reached the waistband of your pants, his hand leaving your chest to hook around the waistband. you lifted your hips and he easily slid your pants and underwear to your feet where you kicked them off, leaving you completely nude under him.

he bit his lip as he scanned your naked body, completely on display for him. the fact that he’d managed to get you on this position for him just minutes after introducing himself to you made him throb in his jeans. he knew you’d give in to him eventually, it wasn’t possible for a human to deny his aura, but you’d given in right away. maybe you’d have given in to him even if he didn’t have a seductive aura, and the thought of you being attracted to him for reasons other than the fact that everyone was turned him on beyond belief.

he could have sat there between your legs and admired you for the entire night, but the impatient whine that left your mouth told him you wouldn’t be too happy with that idea. instead, he leaned back on his heels and undid his pants, pulling them down enough to finally release himself from the constraints of his underwear.

there really wasn’t an aspect of this man that wasn’t perfect, it seemed. he gave himself a few slow strokes, groaning at the long awaited stimulation. his hands returned to your hips and drifted towards your heat only to be stopped by your hand grabbing his wrist.

“i don’t need prep, just please fuck me.”

he caught a groan in his throat and replaced it with words, “say that again.”

you hooked your legs around him and pulled him close to you, close enough to make the head of his cock brush gently against your wetness.

“fuck me, changbin. i need you.”

how was it that he, the sex demon, seemed to be under a trance by you, a mere human? he didn’t question it, just immediately listening to you and lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sinking in.

you tried to keep your eyes open, you wanted to watch the pretty faces he was making as he sunk into you. you succeeded for a while, but when he gave the first harsh thrust, hitting you right in the sweet spot on his first try, you couldn’t help but screw your eyes shut and let out a borderline scream of pleasure. he was doing you so well, you thought maybe he was made for this.

it honestly surprised you how long you lasted with every single move of his hips being aimed at the exact correct spot. with a few particular violent rolls of his hips and his expert hands on your clit, you had the most overwhelming orgasm you’d ever experienced. you caged your legs around him, moaning a mantra of curses and his name. you felt him full you up and you could have swore that the feeling mixed with the unholy noises he let out could have made you cum again just from that if he hadn’t worn you out so hard from just one round.

he gently pulled out if you, cooing at you while you whined at the overstimulation. he fell down on the bed next to you and turned to face you.

“i made a good choice.”

you cocked an eyebrow, “what? breaking into my house and seducing me?”

he chuckled, “i didn’t break in. you let me in when you didn’t answer a single message i sent you.”

“that’s not even good logic.”

he shrugged, moving the bed a bit. “it’s clear in the rules i wrote.”

“yeah, okay.” you gave him a skeptical look. “how did you even get jisung in on this? he usually prefers to terrorize me alone.”

“didn’t need him to know about it. i don’t think his phone even registered the texts. they’re only on your end, if i did it correctly.”

you raised an eyebrow, “you some kind of hacker?”

he smiled, looking over at the bedside lamp and turning it off without ever touching it, not that you noticed.

“something like that.”

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : Confusion

Summary: If they had twins you would still choose them.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,362

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Long red tresses. Deep green eyes. Flawless porcelain skin.

Long brown hair. Sea green eyes. Equally as flawless skin. 

The two women you love, sitting at your sides and. . . in front of you?

A deep frown sets on your face as you stare at the women in front of you. Who’ve just introduced themselves as Scarlett and Elizabeth. And who also had just appeared in the common room of the compound from a very complex looking portal. 

It’s not surprising but still a shock. 

You’d time traveled for crying out loud. You’d brought both of your girlfriends back from the dead. So a portal to an alternate universe isn’t bizarre.

What was bizarre was this unexpected event. 

Waking up you thought it’d be another normal day, being lazy with your girlfriends in the midst of this quarantine. Just as the three of you were settling on the couch to watch some Netflix movie Wanda begged to see, a giant(almost magical looking) hole opened in front of the tv. 

Out stepping your girlfriends’, doppelgangers it seems.   

“So, is there any way you can help us get home?” The woman named Elizabeth asks, soft green eyes full of worry.

You have to force yourself to break eye contact, a reminder in your head that she may look like her but she is not your Wanda. 

Leaning back, you find yourself inadvertently in Natasha’s embrace. Her arm around you as her other hand plays with Wanda’s hair. 

“I’m sure Tony could help. He and Bruce have been dying to do some big science shit.” 

Wanda smacks your leg when you curse and an amused smile crosses your lips as you mumble a sorry. She’s not a fan of your profanity and in your defense you haven’t cursed as much lately.

Both women across from you eye the closeness between the three of you, the little gestures and comfortability. Scarlett is the one to lean forward just a little,“ I don’t mean to overstep but are the three of you-”

“In love? Yes.” Natasha says, seriously but with a joking undertone. 

And the women take it for just that. No judgment, just nods and smiles. 

“I’m curious,” you say, leg crossing over the other,“ you said that you’re actresses that play characters exactly like Nat and Wan? And that’s why you look exactly the same?”

They nod. 

You hum, trying to process the information. Understand how there is a world where the women you love are merely characters being brought to life by people with their own lives off a screen. 

Natasha and Wanda aren’t real in another universe. Are you?

Before you can ask the very men that can fix the current problem appear, Mister Jolly Green Giant, Professor Hulk carrying a carton of his own ice cream while he and Tony talk amongst themselves.

Their eyes go as wide as yours had when they see the additional women in the common room. 

Bruce’s large spoon falls from his mouth and clatters against the floor, the sound pulling Tony from his state of shock. 

“Uh, either this is multiversal or cloning.” He says, looking from Natasha and Wanda to Scarlett and Elizabeth, a deep frown on his face.

Natasha sighs,“ they aren’t clones Tony.” 

“This is Scarlett,” Wanda points to the redhead actress,“ and Elizabeth.” She points to her doppelganger.

Bruce waves at them.

You scoot to the edge of the couch,“ think we can get them home?” You direct to the two geniuses. 

And in true Tony fashion, he cockily states that he’s probably the only one who can. He may be right but it’s still annoying. 

But you know it won’t take a day, so you show the women to spare rooms where they’ll be staying until they get home. 

“Hey,” you rejoin your girlfriends in the common room,“ I don’t want to bail but-”

“You’re going to work with Tony and Bruce.” Natasha finishes, looking back at you.

A sheepish grin spreads across your face and your girlfriend’s laugh at you and your nonverbal asking for permission. You don’t need it but you want to make sure they’re okay with you ditching them for science. 

They nod to you and you press a kiss to Natasha’s lips before leaning over the couch to kiss Wanda who’s head rests on Natasha’s lips. 

“Promise we’re spending all day tomorrow together.” You call as you jog away. 

Like usual, when you get caught up in your work with Bruce and Tony, hours pass without you acknowledging it.

By the time you leave the lab it's well past midnight but the sun’s still down. 

Craving a snack before you go to bed, you quietly head to the kitchen. Surprised to see the light already on. But not surprised to find Natasha in the room. 

You assume she’s having one of those nights, waking up on and off. 

With a soft smile and a quiet sigh, you approach the woman, arms encircling her waist as you ask,“ can’t sleep?” And press a kiss to her cheek. 

Only for the woman to jolt away from your embrace with wide eyes. And it’s then that you realize your mistake. The green eyes may be familiar but they aren’t the ones of the woman you love.

“Holy shit!” You raise your hands as if you’re not trying to startle her.“ Oh my fucking- I’m so sorry I didn’t. I forgot-” 

Forgot how you don’t know! You literally just left from working on a way to get the women home and you forgot they were here! 

Burying your face in your hands you groan,“ I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I mean I did just not to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s- it’s fine.” Scarlett speaks, voice so familiar it makes you groan again. 

You’re such an idiot!

“I’m gonna-” you point to the door, nodding, and then leaving. 

Heading to your shared room, you keep repeating how idiotic you are in your head. Once inside, you lean against the door, and slowly slide down it. Face back in your hands.

“Y/n?” Light fills part of the room from the bedside lamp and you look up to see Natasha staring back at you with tired narrowed eyes.

You sigh and drop your head back against the door.“ I just kissed Scarlett. I fucking thought it was you. I forgot about them so fucking quick and I was jus-”

The laughter coming from Natasha makes you frown. Is she losing her mind? 

Quirking an eyebrow, you lift your head up,“ is that a you’re about to kill me laugh?”

“No,” Natasha shakes her head and holds her hand out to you,“ it’s an I love you but figured something like this would happen laugh.”

Now frowning, you stand, strip to your underwear, and take her hand, letting her pull you into the bed.

“So you aren’t mad that I kissed another woman?” 

Her fingers gently stroke your bare leg,“ a little. But I know it was genuinely a mistake. In any other circumstance I would definitely be killing you and her.” She smiles sweetly despite her deadly words.

“Agreed.” 

Both your gazes snap to Wanda, who you both thought was asleep. If her words weren’t enough, she rolls over and wraps her arm around Natasha’s waist. 

“Where did it even happen? Did you not assume we were asleep?” The youngest woman asks, one eye peeking open.

You nod,“ I thought you were asleep, and having forgotten about them, I assumed Tasha was having one of those nights and had gotten up.” 

“Well all is forgiven. Let’s not keep talking about it though.” Natasha says.

Noticing the flicker in her eyes, you gently grab her chin, and press a kiss to her lips.

You go to sleep happy that they weren’t mad but still feeling bad because no matter how much they look alike, you definitely kissed another woman. 

It’s safe to say that you were more than happy when Scarlett and Elizabeth went home. As nice as they were, you aren’t sure if you’d  be able to handle having the women around so often. It was far too confusing.

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taglist: @trikruismybitch

[zuffer-weird-girl]

"You will be in my heart"

(A/n): Phill Collins bless your soul for this song.

Dabi is a todoroki theory is in here. Wow, and it shocks no one.

Having a baby is not easy.

Fuck those books for newly parents whose said "Having a baby does not give much work", no. Hell no. Ever smelled a dirty diaper? Its gross. Plenty of gross. SUPER GROSS. Pukes, drools you name it.

Yet you couldn't be more happier. Your daughter Rei despite being a troublemaker was the light of your life. And for her father, her little firecrackers. A stupid nickname for a baby, but oh well, that's the man you fell for.

"Dabi-" you called from the kitchen after washing the dishes, damn sink washed you along with it "Stop teaching Rei about how awfull Enji is-" you giggled "Probably she will never meet him!"

He turned to look at you over his shoulder, his baby girl on the middle of his legs as she pointed at the hero on the screen and ocasionally mumbled irritated and angry baby noises.

The damage was done.

"She at least is learning about the fake hero society. Cant disagree with me that Enji is a completely as-"

"Dabi." You scolded but smiled no pess as hs smirked before Rei started to babble on his lap, extending her chubby hands at his face.

"What now lil' firecracker? Tired of seing Enji's face I see. Dont worry. I get sick from sieng him to." He grabbed her bu her armpits and nuzzled his pierced nose along with hers making her giggled "Yes, daddy does."

"I wonder how the league would react to seing you all mushy with a baby like that." You giggled while sitting down on his side as he only glanced at you with a poker face.

Rei extended her arms at you and let out a baby laugh. Cooing, you picked up your daughter with glee in your lap. Dabi still playing with her tiny fingers along with his own much bigger ones.

"Her hair is getting bigger." You tussled on the few red looks of Rei "Maybe is time for her first haircut, what do you think?" You looked at Dabi whose probably was way too distracted with Reu to even pay attention on you.

You were so relieved that even despite showing signs that he was aprehensive at the idea, Dabi still welcomed Rei with open arms. The only problem was that, deep inside his sarcastic and thick skull, was this unconditional fear of being the same father Endeavour was. Give his kid the same treatment he received as a brat once.

It always followed him around like a ghost. But in the moment he saw Rei's eyes or heard your words... he was on cloud nine. The happines he hadn't gotten in his early years was right there, literally on his hands as he played with the bundle of joy that was Rei.

"Sorry to interrupt you two." You giggled at the confused sound Dabi let out before looking at the clock. Sighing and getting up.

"Guess is your turn to put her to sleep." He said begrudily, making you laugh since you never saw someone fight over to put their child to sleep first. You two had to make an agrement that each time Rei was going to sleep, you had to divide.

"My turn~" you poked your tongue out at him as he deadpanned while you carried Rei to her crib.

After some time, you two decided to have some, ahem, alone time and it let you two quite exausted. Making you both to just knocked out on the bed... especially since dabi was eager to touch in any way he could.

In other words, fast and rough yet pleasant ass fuck. Okay? Okay, moving on.

Although that peace lasted for only a short of minutes before you heard little cries from the other room of the apartment. Both of you groaned even at the thought of getting out of the bed.

When you tried to get off from his chest he just pulled you back as you groaned.

"Dabi, Rei is-"

"I will go. Stay here doll face." He got up while carefully laying you back down on the bed, his smirk present as the light of the streets iluminated his face. "After all, I bet you're exausted after me doing-"

"Just go you dickhead." You threw a pillow at him as he chuckled quietly, leaving your body relax on the cold sheets and without his warm body to help you.

The blankets werent enough. Is not even about to get warm, but is only for getting physical and emotionally close to ex-villain you happen to fall in love with.

Getting to know the real Toya Dabi was like founding a diamond on the middle of a bunch of coals. Due to his past, no one could ever blame this man to secluded to himself, have trust issues and have a deep anger angst the fake and popular hero society that everyone always venerate.

The man behind that sarcastic, cold and uncaring persona was a dork. No, really, Dabi is a dork. A loveable dorky idiot. You loved him, and you only fell more for the scarred man when he demonstrate all the love and care for that little human being that had your genetics along with his.

Lost on your thoughts, you furrowed your eyebrows at seeing that dabi hadn't come back in more than one hour. Sighing, you got up and went after Dabi and your Rei.

Although, when you were on your way you heard his voice. Probably even baby talking; yes, rarely he does that; with Rei. You tip toed until you exited your bedroom until Rei's bedroom door frame and poked your head only to see Dabi, stoic face as usual as he rocked the baby in his arms, maintaining eye contact with the infant.

"One last time and you have to sleep. Deal?" He whispered while poking Rei's nose whose shrieked cutely before babbling and clapping her hands "Deal."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his worlds before widening your eyes at hearing and seeing Dabi swoon on his feet with Rei on his arms and doing the last thing you thought he could do.

Sing.

"Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight." He took one of his hands and showed nonchantly to his daughter whose cooed and grabbed at two of his fingers with her baby hands.

"I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry~" he hushed her when she started to babble while still on his motions.

"For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm" he brought her close to hsi face and did the same thing he did earlier with the esquimos kisses as she reached for his face to try to pick his staples, you giggled behind your hand and luckily Dabi didn't noticed you.

"This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry" Rei, after a lifetime, finally let out a yawn and cuddled on her father's chest for warmth as you envy her for a moment.

"'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart, always..." he whispered teh last word as he notices she finally closed her eyes and puffs of air as he sighed in relief. Slowly and carefully putting her back to the crib... not leaving until he carresed her cheek with two fingers before getting out with hands stuffed on his pockets.

The poor man almost set you on fire when he saw you when he closed the door.

"You're have the courage to set the mother of your kid on fire?!" You giggled after jumping in guard whem he started to use his quirk.

"Dont scare me to death, I thought you were asleep." He turned down the flames and looked at you, smilling like a dork at him as he squinted his eyes and glared at you. "How much did you hear?"

"All of it." You smirked.

You had to settled down your laughter just tonort wake up your sleeping daughter at seing the all big and bad Dabi blush at being caught singing a music to his baby.

[rocorambles]

Sleep Can Wait

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Slight breeding kink, slight lactation kink, but honestly this is pretty soft and fluffy 

Summary: Suga has a questions he’s nervous to ask

Suga nods and smiles politely as parents begin arriving to pick up their kids from his class, but his mind is deep in thought as he watches group after group of happy reunited families chatting and strolling away. His fingers absentmindedly play with the wedding band on his left hand as he hums wistfully. Only when the last child has left and the classroom is empty does he let go of the ring before locking up and making his way back home to you. 

As he ambles along, he thinks fondly of how you two had met. He had been grocery shopping and reaching for a package of tofu when his hand made contact with another hand that had suddenly reached for the same product. Startled, both of you had looked at each other and laughed. Suga handed you the tofu before reaching over for another one. You were cute and if Suga was honest, he was a little lonely. When you only had male friends and had to work full-time, dating became difficult and noticing that you were alone, he had started up small talk and was pleasantly surprised by how easy you two fell into a comfortable rhythm.

More dates took place after that and he chuckles when he remembers the first time he introduced you to Daichi and Asahi. The four of you had drunk far too much in an effort to take off the edge of grueling work weeks. None of you remember much of that night, but you all woke up the next day feeling closer despite your pounding heads and he shyly smiles when he remembers the double thumbs-up both his old teammates had given him after you all finished a hearty breakfast at a nearby diner. With the approval of his closest friends and then his family shortly after, it didn’t take long before he knelt on one knee and asked you to share the rest of your lives together.

Reaching his doorstep, he’s brought back to the present and he grins as he opens the door and smells the delicious scent of mapo tofu. Setting down his bag and coat, he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you continue cooking. You giggle as you pause your stirring to sweetly peck him on the lips before ushering him to sit down at the dining table. Dinner is a simple affair and the two of you chat about your days over steaming bowls, but Suga keeps quiet about a thought that has been plaguing his mind for some time. He helps you wash the dishes and the two of you curl up on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever plays on the screen. You notice he’s quieter than normal, but when you question him about it, he just smiles down at you and affectionately kisses your forehead before returning his attention to the TV. With a slight shrug knowing he’d tell you when he’s ready, you lay your head back on his chest and relax into the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. The two of you lay there for a while, taking comfort in the presence of the other, but when you let out a yawn, Suga nudges you to get ready to sleep and soon enough, the two of you are laying side by side on your shared bed. 

Lights turned off, you’re about to fall into slumber when you feel Suga moving and suddenly he tucks his chin over your head and pulls you back to his chest. “What do you think about starting our own family?” You almost don’t catch his sentence because he’s speaking so quietly, but when the full meaning of what he’s asking hits you, your breath hitches and you’re quickly turning around until you’re face to face with your husband. It’s dark and you can’t clearly see Suga’s face, but you can feel his quickening heartbeat and you know how nervous he is as he waits for your response. With shaky hands you gently bring one of his hands to your face and lovingly kiss the inside of his wrist before placing both your hands softly on his cheeks. “Koushi, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to ask that. Even when we were still just dating, I knew that you would be an amazing father one day and it would make me the happiest woman in the world to have a child with you.” At those words, Suga immediately pulls away from you to quickly flip on your nightlight and when your faces are illuminated by the faint glow, your heart melts at the huge grin and watery eyes overtaking his handsome face. 

Suga’s quick to capture your lips with his as he hovers over your lying figure. There’s still a gentleness to it, but behind its sweetness you can taste a building hunger and desire and you lightly moan as slender digits carefully begin removing clothing until the two of you are completely bare. There’s a pause as both of you take in the sight of each other and it almost feels like it’s your wedding night all over again as you continue drinking in everything you can of the other. It’s as if it’s the first time you’re seeing each other, as if you’re trying to memorize each line and dip. Suga tenderly kisses you again, but this time his lips begin to trail and you shudder as you feel butterfly soft touches traveling down the sensitive column of your neck, over your collarbones, before finally stopping at the swell of your breasts. Your back arches and your hands grasp his shoulders as his mouth begins to suck on an already aroused nipple. His hand teasingly rolls the other hardened bud and you let out breathy gasps as lust begins to weave through you. “Your breasts are already so beautiful, but I can’t wait until they’re swelling with milk. Milk for our children.” You flush at his words, but through aroused gasps, you tease him. “Children? What makes you think I want more than one?” But your words are cut off by a moan as he slips a long finger inside of your dripping heat. 

Suga doesn’t even bother replying as he begins to intensify his actions on your stimulated nipples and he begins to slowly, but deeply thrust his finger into you. Your hips are rolling in rhythm with his movements as he adds one more digit and then another digit soon after. You whine when he suddenly withdraws, leaving you empty, and he chuckles as he leans over to softly kiss you. “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be more than filled soon enough.” You practically keen at the feeling of his tip nudging at your twitching hole and your eyes roll back as he slowly bottoms out inside of you. 

Suga isn’t faring much better and his jaw clenches at the feeling of being inside you raw for the first time. You’re so wet and without a barrier he can feel every inch of your walls clenching and milking his cock. “Shit, sweetheart, if this is how fucking you raw feels, we’re definitely going to have children. Plural.” He begins a slow, but thorough pace and a slew of broken cries escape your mouth. Something about the way he smoothly rolls his hips at a leisurely pace has you feeling every second and every movement so deeply and your cunt tightens around him with every thrust. 

You close your eyes as stars and white light begin to cross your vision, but the feeling of fingers interlacing with yours makes you look up again and you almost peak right then as you lose yourself in hazel-brown eyes full of nothing but love. Suga’s pace begins to speed up and you wail as he nearly folds you in half, maneuvering you until your knees are almost by your head as he rapidly races towards his end. His hips are beginning to stutter and you clench around him, eager for him to paint your insides, but it’s you who falls apart first as his fingers reach down between you and skillfully rub your clit. Suga follows soon after with a muffled groan, finally pushed over the cliff by your spasming walls and the lewd sight of your eyes rolling back into your head with your mouth wide open. He stills as he releases deep inside of you, but he keeps you locked in place, your lower body slightly lifted by the fold of your body as he traps his seed inside of you with his now softening length. 

You wince slightly in discomfort, but the mental image of Suga literally marking you and breeding you keeps you from moving and instead you gingerly cradle your stomach with one hand, already imagining you can feel the life beginning to grow inside of you. A larger hand is placed on top of yours as Suga moves forward until your foreheads touch and he gently nuzzles your nose with his. You stay there, basking in the afterglow until Suga finally slips out of you and gently maneuvers you until you’re comfortably flat on your back again as he cuddles up beside you. With a kiss, you sleepily wish him goodnight as the exhaustion of your actions finally hits you, but you’re startled by hungry lips devouring yours and your heart skips as you turn to look into your husband’s now mischievous gaze. You whimper as he repositions himself until he’s hovering over your frame, but you feel carnal desire whispering at your edges once again at his next words. “Who said we’re done, sweetheart? I think we need to go a couple, maybe a few, more rounds just to make sure we finished the job properly.” You laugh at the little wink he throws your way before letting your body sink underneath him. You suppose sleep could wait a little longer.