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shoutogepi · 4 years ago

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First Time BJ HC’s

with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, & Todoroki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : [ ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+) ] smut!

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : how would they act while receiving head for the first time?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i don’t usually mention this but i did wanna say that they’re all 18+, AS THEY ARE IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. also please minors stay aWAY. LEAVE NOW PLEASE i am begging you.

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

surprisingly vocal and loud about it!! omg this mf... your panties are def gonna be drenched after giving him head.

fists your hair and shoves your head down, choking you with his dick. he’s just really eager and excited to finally have your mouth on him!!

lost in the pleasure of it all. so he lets his guard down and ends up making mouth-watering noises for you to indulge in while you service him.

LOTS of grunts and whispered curses under his breath.

probably lasts like 5 mins but only because he’s battling himself not to bust every 15 seconds.

when he does come, he pulls out and paints it across your face. honestly, he’s been dreaming about doing exactly that ever since he first saw you.

yeah, he knows he’s nasty lol...

asks you if he can take a pic for his spank bank when he’s done.

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Your tongue glides across his hot length, lapping at the bulging veins that line the underside of his shaft. As your lips make their way to the base of his cock, he lets out a gravely moan and your eyes roll back at the sound of it, ignoring the dull ache that’s begun to form at the back of your throat.

“Deeper, Princess...” the blonde grunts, his hips shifting up so the swollen head of his cock nestles deep into your wet mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

He pants, vermillion orbs glaring down at you as he lets you off his lap and you sputter for air. The sight of your saliva stringing out between your parted lips and his slick cock makes him ache. Even without your mouth on him, he feels just as hot, like no matter what you do, he gets closer to coming with every second of you on your knees in from of him.

It’s not long before Bakugou’s deciding you’ve had enough air, slapping his girth against your lips. He swears as your tongue pokes out to trace the ridge of his heavy cock head, the muscle lashing out to caress his skin and take him into your mouth again.

“Shit, oh my fucking god— fuck—” His grip on your locks tightens as you hollow your cheeks and suck on him, salty pre-come dripping down the back of your tongue.

Your thighs push together as your core drools for him, his moans clouding your thoughts as you move your neck to pump faster. His balls tighten and the feeling in his stomach sharpens, thighs twitching beneath your splayed fingers.

“Nnn— no baby, slow down, slo—” You don’t pay him any mind, twirling your tongue extra hard against him as you push him to the back of your mouth. “Fuck!” He moans as he shoves you off him, his cock leaving your lips just fast enough for his release to spray over your cheeks and across one eye. His legs don’t stop shaking even as his cock ceases gushing, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head and smear the white liquid across your lips.

He groans as your tongue wanders out to meet the digit, cleaning his essence from your mouth with a coy smile. His gaze burns down into yours, desire still simmering in his bright irises.

“That was fuckin’ hot, Princess,” he commends, watching his come trickle down your face before his fingers reach for his phone. “You’ll let me snap a pic, yeah baby?”

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𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 🧱

attempts to be really manly about it but just like bakugou, he cannot shut up about how good it feels. vocally admires you the whole time.

he was hesitant to let you go down on him in the first place, because to him, sex should revolve around your pleasure.

so when you told him that making him feel good in turn makes you feel good, he shuts up and pulls his pants down real quick LOLL.

praises you the whole time, treats you like a goddess and he’s your loyal worshipper.

he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands so he alternates between stroking your hair/chin and covering his face when he’s sure he’s making an obscene expression (although fails to actually hide said expressions from you, much to your delight).

when he’s about to come, he gives ample warning and makes sure to ask where you want him to finish.

hot and respectful experience, 10/10.

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Kirishima throws his head back as he moans, his fingers slipping through the hair at the crown of your head. “That feels so, so good baby girl...” His other hand curls into a fist atop his thigh, which tenses as your nails scrape down the inside of it.

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue following the thick ridge on the bottom of his length. Fitting him in your mouth is a feat of its own, his cock rock-hard and thicker than you expected between your lips. Connecting gazes with him, you watch as his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip, his hand slipping from your head to shield the lewd look twisting his features. You can feel your cunt warm at the sight of his furrowed brow and hanging jaw, his ragged panting only egging your ministrations further.

“What about this, Kiri?” You spoke against his shaft, lips moving across the slick skin and moving to swirl your tongue around his thick head.

“That’s—” he cuts himself off with a moan when you suck on his sensitive member, sliding half his cock into your warm, wet mouth. “God, you’re amazing!”

You hum, satisfied with his answer. But that only makes his moans louder, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair again. Your free hand caresses his heavy sack, thumb rubbing over his soft skin and squeezing ever so slightly.

Kirishima whimpers your name, forcing your eyes to meet his crimson gaze once again. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips parted and hot puffs of breath escaping as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m really close, baby girl... where do you want me to..?”

All he receives is a flirty wink in response before you continue your movements, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan nor the desperate expression that crosses his handsome features. After a few moments of going to work his hips begin to shuffle under you and he tenses, and you open your throat and allow him to push his cock into your mouth on his own accord.

“Holy shit!” He cries as he comes down your throat, his hot spend warming your body as your tongue pets his cock, waiting for him to fall from his high. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs once he’s done, pulling you up for a passionate kiss.

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

tries to keep his cool and succeeds... for the most part.

sits back and lets you do your thing, eyes never leaving you for even a second.

he has a pretty dick and acts like he knows it, but it looks so, so much better slipping in and out of your mouth.

gently fucks your face. he likes having you take your time, which is also why he lasts longer than you were expecting. nothing crazy tho prob like 10 mins max HAHA.

he bites his lip to keep the noises in so he’s no where near as loud as the others... but when the occasional moan does slip out, it makes it only that much better.

combs his hands through his hair a lot. also thinks about how he’s gonna reciprocate this great favor once you’re done...

oozes a lot of pre throughout the whole ordeal but he actually doesn’t taste too bad?? magic man. comes on your tongue and demands you hold it there for a second before you swallow. o.o

after everything’s done he’s shocked that he was able to control himself so well lmao

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“Fuck...” Shinsou breathes the swear out lowly, brow twitching while his rough fingertips glide through his indigo locks. He would smirk at the purr that rumbles through your body at his praise, but your mouth sinks down to the base of his cock and his teeth push deep into his bottom lip instead.

Violet eyes fixate on your mouth, the way your slobber glistens and trails behind your lips with each purposeful movement of your neck. He wants to allow his eyes to roll into his skull as his swollen head presses against the back of your throat, but he forces his gaze to remain on you, determined not to miss a single second of the show.

His fingers curl into his roots as your tongue swipes against his flushed skin, allowing a quiet groan to escape as you repeat the movement. Briefly he wonders how you can be so good at this, how he feels like he’s been on the edge of his orgasm for the past five minutes and somehow he’s loving every second of your heavenly torture.

He licks his lips as your mouth leaves his cock and he watches the strands of saliva that connect the two, how your lips curl into a confident smile as your eyes meet his. Tracing your tongue along the side of his cock up and down, then sucking and nibbling at the same skin immediately afterwards. Another groan tumbles out of him, his hand flying to your hair and tugging your head up so that his erect cock rests against your sealed lips.

You keep his gaze as your tongue wanders out and pets his head, then slipping the length back into your hot mouth as far as you can. Shinsou lets out a particularly heavy breath at the action, his hips jerking up gently so he pushes all the way into your throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm for the both of you, and for the first time, he lets himself close his eyes and become lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

“Just like that, kitty... that’s it, good girl...” He starts to grunt and grow louder as he reaches the cusp of ecstasy, still pushing his cock in between your lips until the feeling becomes too much to hold back anymore. “Hold your tongue out.”

Following his instruction, your pink muscle is covered in white as he comes, some dripping down your tongue and disappearing down your throat. He strokes himself through it, dipping his thumb in the puddle of his seed after he’s finished before he pushes the finger back and you wrap your lips around the digit as you swallow everything.

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

poor baby, he is sooo flustered and reactive. almost catches on fire a handful of times.

not super vocal at first but he pants a lot and every time you go further down on him, his breath catches in his throat.

speaking of preTTY DICKS!!!!! he has the prettiest.

honestly he doesn’t last very long. he just is so sensitive bc he’s never had anything so warm and wet and gorgeous near his cock before. and he prob doesn’t jack off as often as the others so there’s that too..

he doesn’t have a clue what to do with his hands, very similar to kirishima in the way that his fingers are either touching you or masking the bottom of his face. he keeps his eyes on you most of the time though, taking mental pictures— hell, a mental video— and frying it into his brain.

warns you when he’s getting close, moans increasing in depth, frequency, and volume. he’s so head over heels for you that just holding your gaze brings him even closer to the edge.

doesn’t care where he comes, but seeing his spend on your face does things to him...

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Dual-colored eyes pierce into yours as you hollow your cheeks, wet tongue flush to the delicate skin of his aching member. Shouto’s hand lands over his mouth, long fingers stretching across his face as his brows scrunch beneath his silky locks. A harsh breath falls from his lips as your mouth drops down to the base of his throbbing cock. His contoured abdomen quivering underneath your fingers as he draws in another shaky breath, you savor how his gaze is locked on your tongue snaking around his wide shaft.

“Ahah~ that feels—” he sucks in between his clenched teeth, fingers on his other hand carding through the hairs falling around your face. “Incredible, angel.” His sock-clad toes curl and drag through the carpet beside your knees, your nails digging into the ample muscle that lines his thighs. The action elicits a broken gasp which in turn makes you moan around his rosy cock.

His hips buck up and shove his length into your throat even deeper at the vibrations, only making him sigh deeply with bliss. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening and forcing another heavy huff from his lungs. He allows you to come up for air, feelings mixed about how the sight of you struggling to breath makes him ache for you even more.

“Don’t stop, love...” he mumbles, barely cognizant as his head spins, your lips sliding around him and answering his plea instantly. His hand curls around the back of your head, loosely guiding your strokes and forming a makeshift ponytail that keeps most of your hair out of the way. “You look so pretty like this, oh god...”

The number of grunts and moans floating out of him increases as you find a steady tempo to bob your head to, his fist in your hair allowing your movements to speed up. You can feel him gradually tensing, his pants becoming more breathless and desperate, little pleas falling from his lips as his voice turns more gruff.

“I’m gonna come,” he cautions abruptly, digits pulling at your roots tighter, his other hand flying up to push his own hair back from his forehead as the pressure builds within him. His frantic gaze meets your calm one, his face contorting with the increasing pleasure. “W-Where should I— Fuck, love— agh, God, I— I’m—”

His body trembles as he falls over the edge, orgasm wracking through him as thick ribbons of white shoot onto your chin, your hand stroking his slick length as you guide him through the haze of euphoria. He comes a good amount, especially when you stick the head of his cock back inside your mouth and happily allow the last few spurts to coast down your throat.

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(ᇴ‿ᇴ) ahh i love smut.. lol lmk why i made toshi so daddy tho tfff

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venusiangguk · 4 years ago

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hand-picked | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / famous!jk x sex worker!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, teaser, drabble

>>word count: 2.8k

>>warnings: glory hole au!!!, cocky jk, bad boy jk, stripper oc, sex work, sexual tension, awkward tension, hand job, blowjob, cumshot, cum on tits, pay for play, semi-anonymous sex, dirty talk, dishonesty... that’s it i think zzz

>>notes: if u don’t like sex workers ur ugly and i hate u 😌 also ty to @wheresmymoniat for betaing n helping me out, ily <3 *repost bc tag issues don’t mind me 🙄*

>>summary: glory holes weren’t a real thing... at least until you’re on your knees for a stranger, cock in your face, with nothing but a curtain between you.

Despite your nerves, you grasp the semi-hard cock in front of you, attached to a nameless person behind the curtain. For a moment you wonder what the hell you’re doing, but the soft sigh that you hear brings you back to the present. You stroke up and down, watching as he starts to become fully aroused. The foreskin rolls over the pink tip on every upstroke. You bite your lip. The silence is awkward, but you think maybe the whole situation is.

“So... what do you do? Like… not specifically of course, but are you an idol? An actor? You can be vague…”

Behind the curtain, Jeongguk, whom you don’t know the identity of, stiffens just a bit. Will his voice give him away? Maybe, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to boast about himself and his achievements.

“I’ve done it all,” His voice is airy, softer than he would like, but your hand on his cock is speeding up, and so is his breathing. “I’m good at all of it too.”

You hum at the man’s response. Cocky. “Isn’t saying you’re good at a lot of things just another way of saying you’re not good enough at one thing? So you have to compensate by spreading yourself thin?” You gasp a small giggle when you feel the cock in your hand jump a little at your words. “Did you like that? It wasn’t meant to be degrading, but if that’s what you’re into-“

“It’s not- that.” He doesn’t know if he’s denying your psychoanalyzation, or your keen interpretation of the way his cock reacted to your psychoanalyzation but one was more inaccurate than the other. He actually was great at most everything he did, no need to overcompensate like you assumed.

Your small hand tightens, and you rub your thumb at the underside of the head, you let out a small pleased noise when you see a bead of precum well at the tip. “Really? You’re starting to leak a little.”

You sound amused and humorous and if Jeongguk had it in him he would be annoyed or even upset at the way you’re talking to him. You were basically hired help, a means to an end. He glances down his torso at his hard cock in your tiny, well-kept manicured hands. Your nails are a dark red, burgundy color. It complements your skin well, he thinks. He can’t see much of you, just your forearms, along with the bottom part of your tummy and your legs. You’re sitting on your knees between his spread out thighs, feet tucked under you. From the tight black leggings you’re wearing and the slim-fit long sleeve white crop top you have on, Jeongguk can tell you have a good figure. Your waist is tapered in, tiny and cinched, and your hips are wide enough to accentuate it, letting him know you’ve got a petite hourglass frame. You aren’t too skinny though, there’s a softness to your body that he likes. It’s not like he needed the tight fitting clothes to know what your body looked like, though. He’s already seen more of it than he is right now. His mind flashes to the club.

You may be hired help, but you were hand-picked by him.

“It’s just-“ He contemplates what to tell you and settles for, “It’s been a while.”

“Since?” You push. You hear footsteps outside and you hand stops, scared for some reason that you’ll get caught doing something bad. As if the door wasn’t locked and being guarded. Behind the black curtain, his hips lift just barely, urging you to keep going. Don’t stop.

“Since someone’s helped me.” Jeongguk’s head rolls back when your hand starts moving again. It’s been at least a few months since he’s gotten off with someone, his hand being his only companion. After the situation blew up even more than it had in months prior, his leash was tight. No wiggle room at all. He was suffocating and desperate. He almost cried when his team propositioned this arrangement, embarrassing as it was.

When he speaks, his voice is soft and everything is said with a sigh. He sounds so relieved, like it feels so good to be in your palm, like he’s been waiting for your hand on his cock forever. You blush, and right your thoughts. You don’t even know who he is or what he looks like. Still, you ask, “Does it feel good, do you like it?” Tone soft to match his.

Jeongguk nods and swallows thickly. Eyes still closed, letting the pleasure slowly work its way through his veins. Then he remembers you can’t see him. “Yeah.” He breathes.

You hum and keep up your ministrations. Not slow, but not fast either. You’re not quite sure what he likes yet, but the soft moans that flutter through the curtain at least let you know what you’re doing isn’t wrong.

“I like your hands,” He surprises you by saying. “They’re so small; soft,” A more vocal sound falls from his lips when you twist your hand on the upstroke. He’s chuckling when he says, “Kinda strokes my ego a little bit.”

You glance at the cock in your hand. It’s pretty. Thick and pink. A pleasant kind of heavy in your hand. The veins running over it are subtle enough to not be ugly or intimidating. The only intimidating thing about it is the size. He’s big. And you’re sure he already knows that.

You snort. “I don’t think you need that stroked.”

This makes him laugh a little harder. It’s a nice sound. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” He hums, you think you can hear a smile in his voice. It’s quiet again for just a moment before he says, “Will you- faster? Make your hand a little tighter too- yeah, like that.”

His hips sink into the chair when you comply with his requests before he’s bringing them back up, subtly thrusting into your palm. You fight back a moan; you shouldn’t be getting hot for someone you don’t even know right? This was strictly business. Still, you can’t help the slight shifting you do, squeezing your legs together for a little bit of pressure on your pussy.

Jeongguk notices. “Are you turned on?”

“No!” You squeak.

“You can touch yourself,” He offers.

“No!” You insist, “I-I’m fine.Thank you though.” You say dumbly.

He doesn’t say anything more, focuses on your hand on him, tugging just how he asked. His hand rubs over his stomach, flexing as he teases himself, his own light touches mixed with your strokes brings goosebumps over his skin. “Feels, so good.” He groans, eyes watching your hand under the curtain.

Encouraged, you bring your other hand up and massage lightly at his balls. They’re hairless, the only hair he has is the small trimmed patch above the base of his cock. He’s well kept and has good hygiene. That alone was attractive to you, stranger or not.

When you palm his balls, his legs spread as far as they can with his black cargo pants still around his calves, his big black stomper boots keeping them from being shed all the way. “Fuck,” He moans deep and loud for you. One of his hands comes down past the curtain and reaches for you before he quickly pulls it back. You think you saw a flash of ink on it, but you can’t be too sure, mind kind of fuzzy with poorly hidden arousal. The opposite hand comes into view, and your mouth parts in awe as he covers your own hand with his. It’s so much bigger than yours, completely enveloping it as he strokes himself off, using you in a way. Then again the whole arrangement was you both using each other.

“You’re mouth- put your mouth on it,” He sighs, pleasure just dripping from his lips. His cock is rock hard in both your hands, and you can tell he’s getting close.

You hesitate. “Will… will you be able to see me?”

Jeongguk comes out of his desire induced high a little bit and realizes what he said. He wants it, fuck does he want your mouth, but he probably should have asked. “No, no. I’ll lower the curtain a bit more if you want, and you don’t have to swallow. You don’t even have to suck it if you don’t want- like I know we have a thing going on but I would never like- force you I-“

He’s rambling a tad so you cut him off. “I want to, I think,” You whisper, taking in his intimidating size again, “I just- if I can’t know who you are, you can’t know who I am.” You blush feeling a little childish.

Jeongguk keeps the fact that he already knows what you look like and more or less who you are, at least on a surface level, to himself as he moves the curtain to the next lower notch, the bar resting just above his pelvis now. He can’t really see much of you at all anymore. “That’s fair, yeah, just-“ With your confirmation that you do in fact want to suck him off, he can’t keep the lustful neediness out of his voice, “Please.”

You take a deep breath as you wrap both of your hands around his cock, the tip still poking out the top. Tentatively you lick at his frenulum and the sound that comes from behind the curtain is obscene. His hips twitch and everything. You want to hear his noises, all of them, so you do it again. You flick your tongue fast over the most sensitive underpart of the head, before placing wet sucking kisses to the same area, almost making out with the tip of his cock.

“Oh my god-“ His body is pulled taut, and his hands are gripping the chair that he’s sitting in. “Fuck that’s- I love that.” He says, head dropping back, mouth open in a silent moan.

You moan against the tip of his cock, not able to hold yourself back anymore. Wrapping your lips around it, you take the head all the way into your wet, hot mouth, and suck. You lap up all the precum that leaked out, and point your tongue to play with the slit. The man behind the curtain is loud for you, letting you know just how good you’re making him feel. You get so lost in it that you don’t register him raising the curtain bar just enough for him to slip his hand past and push you off.

“S-sorry,” He says, panting, “I was about to cum.”

You make a small sound of confusion. “That’s okay, I can swallow- If you want me to.”

Jeongguk shakes his head behind the curtain. “No, I- I wanna watch… see your hands stroke me off.” His request is quiet but his cock pulses in your hand, needy and hot. Already begging for release, despite you not being at it for that long.

Wordlessly, you start stroking again, gathering the spit that’s on his tip to make the slide easier. It doesn’t take much time at all before his thighs are flexing and you can see the lower part of his abs tensing.

“Close,” He whispers.

Jeongguk watches as your tiny hands fly up and down his cock, grip tight just like he showed you. He’s doing his best to not fuck up into your hands, wanting to just rely on you and your movements, but it’s hard. Small eager little thrusts of his hips show you how ruined he is. And it’s just a handjob. He knows. If he was present enough he would probably be embarrassed by how angry and red his cock is, swollen and hot in your palm. And he’s just so wet, leaking all over the place making the strokes of your hand loud in the room.

He watches as you hunch over some, to where he can see everything below your neck, and your free hand comes up to your shirt. He sees you struggle a little bit as do your best to get the collar down under your bra, with only one hand before squeezing at your tits. “Do you want to cum on them?” You whisper.

“Fuck, please.” He whines high pitch and needy, all reservations out the window.

You hum, and work your arm faster over his cock, the rapid movements making your tits jiggle. “Do it, cum for me… cum all over my tits.”

You can’t see him, but Jeongguk’s face is lewd. Pleasure so apparent on his features, it almost looks painful. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes are wet and glassy, so overwhelmed by finally getting help after so long of cumming by himself. He’s chanting soft, pornographic yeah’s and yes’s until his whole body curls in on itself, you can see the way his legs tremble as he moans, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

He forces himself to keep his eyes somewhat open, lidded and heavy with arousal, as he shoots all over your chest. You’re moaning with him behind the curtain as you work him through his orgasm, despite no physical pleasure being given to you, and that makes another small shot of cum dribble from his spent cock. You lean forward, careful of your identity, and wipe the leftover milky substance on your already soiled skin and black bra. You slap the slowly softening cock on them for good measure and Jeongguk groans.

You keep playing with his cock, not sure if he’s the type to like it or the kind that wants you off right after he finishes, but he winces and reaches his hand under after not too long, stopping you.

“Please,” He whines.

His voice is fucked out, and your pussy aches, needy and wet in your panties. “Oh, sorry…”

He laughs lightly. “No, no. Don’t say sorry… You’re like- so good.” Jeongguk sighs to himself out of your view. He’s leaning back in the chair, while running a hand through his sweaty hair. Little tremors of pleasure are still coursing through him, when he closes his eyes, blissed out, dazed and relaxed. Finally, after months of being pent up. “So, so good.” He murmurs softly, distractedly.

His hand that reached under the bar to grab yours to stop you, is lazily rubbing over the back of your hand, hold light and subconscious against his thigh. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it and you blush, shyly pulling your hand away. He doesn’t show any sign of even noticing and you both settle into a soft quiet, only your breaths sounding in the room.

“Um.” You say eloquently.

“Fuck sorry.” Jeongguk says, scooting the chair back to put his now soft cock away. He rolls his eyes to himself. Way to get stuck in the afterglow by himself with his flaccid cock in some girls face. “Let me get you a towel.”

“Should I put the blindfold back on?” You ask.

“Uh- Yeah.” He says stilted. This is weird. You just made him cum so hard he almost knocked out, and now he’s making you cover your eyes so you don’t figure out who he is.

You hear the hesitation in the man’s voice and assure him that it’s okay, while grabbing the blindfold you tucked into the waistband of your leggings. You knew how it went, you signed the papers. Patiently you wait until you hear him coming back and sense a soft moist towel being shoved under the bar. You blindly grab it with a soft, “Thanks.”

“I’ll go wait in the bathroom so you can- I don’t know…? Get ready to go I guess.” You hear his heavy boots retreat to the bathroom, that’s located on his side of the curtain, assuring that he wouldn’t be seeing you on his way.

With the blindfold off, you go about cleaning yourself. Your knees crack when you stand up after being sat on them for so long. Wincing, you run a hand through your long hair and walk over to the table where you left your bag. You leave the used rag in its place and you shoulder the purse. About to make your way to the door, you pause.

“I’m uh- leaving?” You yell unsure.

“Okay,” He yells back through the door. “Did you- did they- your- did they give you the-“ He stutters, not sure how to ask if you got paid.

The wad of cash in your purse is heavy. Figuratively and literally. “Yeah, they did.”

“Okay… Good. I’ll um see you next time?” He sounds hesitant and shy.

You laugh. “Yeah I guess so.” And with that, you make your way out of the hotel, thinking that he sounds a whole lot less entitled and cocky than he did when you first got there.

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hiii guysss! thanks for reading this lil drabble! This is kind of like a teaser for a longer fic i have on the back burner (let me know if you like the concept and want me to continue!) but i wanted to post something because i havent for a few weeks bc i have been soo busy with school pls i want to cry 🥲 i should be doing maths as i post this lmao. ANYWAY! thanks again for reading, if u liked it, pls like, comment, reblog, or even send an ask! love talking to u guys n feedback is always lovely <3

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neeksnorton · 3 years ago

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I'm Ready, Mommy // Abner Krill x Reader

hi there! sorry for the delay on this story. some things came up. enjoy!!

NSFW TAGS : Femdom, multiple orgasms, pegging, mommy kink, teasing, oral sex (m receiving)

WORD COUNT : 2.4K

You walk in through the front door, exhausted from work. You kick your shoes off your feet and leave them in front of the door. You should probably put them on the mat where you and Abbie leave your shoes, but you decided against it. You were too tired; you can move the shoes later.

You toss your bag lazily on the couch, and take your blazer off. The white button up you have on is really pissing you off. You undo a couple of buttons, just to let yourself breathe a little. Sitting on the couch, you shut your eyes.

Fuck. This job was killing you. Ever since you got out of Belle Reve with Abner after the Corto Maltese situation, you got a full-time job at a tech company. It wasn’t physically demanding, but you had to use all of your brainpower at all hours of the day. And sometimes it was just a lot for you. You try your best to let your thoughts pass you like a cloud.

“Hmm, I wonder if he’s home,” you think to yourself. You couldn’t remember if today was his day off, or if it was tomorrow. He probably told you this morning, but you couldn’t remember.

Abner worked at a library part time, stacking books on the shelves. He loved it, he could escape into his own little world while doing so. Not to mention it was nice and quiet, Abner was never one for loud crowds or noises.

You hear a shuffle behind you. You peek through your eyes a little, but don’t react. He’s trying to scare you. You try to hold back a laugh. He always tries to do this with you. He’ll scare you and it ends in a play fight.

Fingers barely graze your shoulders, and you jump up and yell in Abbie’s face.

“RAHHHHH!” You scream. Abner nearly jumps out of his skin, letting out a very girly shriek.

You keel over with laughter. “Oh, fuck you.” he says while laughing. You got him so good. Normally it goes the other way.

Once you two calm down a little, he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you lightly. “How was work today?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. “It was just a lot.” you fiddle with the neckline on his t-shirt. “I just need to relieve some stress.”

“Well,” he whispers, craning down to kiss your neck lightly. “How can I help?”

This is not what you envisioned. You had the idea that you were gonna pull out your yoga mat and stretch a little. Or throw on the TV and watch Real Housewives reruns. But Abbie acting like this just made your pussy ache.

“Um…ahh-” You try to get a sentence out but it just doesn’t form. He starts kissing your collarbone, leaving a small trail of hickeys. All you wanted to do was force him onto the couch and have him under your complete control. You NEEDED this. You cradle his face in your hands and pull it back up to yours.

“Just do as I say, how does that sound?” you whisper in his ear. You feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Good.” he whimpers against your skin.

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You swipe your finger across his bottom lip, and he parts them. He was so ready for you already. He must have been eagerly waiting for you to get home. You kiss him gingerly, and slide your tongue into his mouth. You map out every inch of his mouth, even though you already knew it so well.

You move your hand off of his face and slide it under his t-shirt. Your fingers trace his happy trail, and you feel goosebumps rise up on his soft tummy. He lets a small whimper out into your mouth, and you feel your core tighten. As you move your hand up his torso, you feel the small amount of hair on his chest.

“Unhh- please…” Abbie moans. He grips your waist and digs his nails in.

You grab his hands and pull them off of you for just a moment. You lead him to the couch, and sit him down. You quickly scan his body, and your mouth almost waters. He's wearing a grey t-shirt with black jeans that show off his skinny legs and growing bulge. While sitting, his shirt is slightly lifted to show his happy trail. He’s wearing black nail polish, and his jet-black hair is slightly tousled. The sight of him like this nearly makes you cum on the spot. You wanted to take complete control of him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You stand over him on the couch. He’s breathing heavily, happily awaiting whatever you have in store for him.

You kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, his jawline, and work your way down. He swallows hard. Your lips leave dark hickeys from his jaw down to his chest. He tries to grab the bottom of his shirt to take it off, but you swiftly grab his hands and pin them to his sides.

“No, I’m doing it.” You say sternly to him. He nods slowly.

You let his hands go for the moment, and you get to work at taking off his shirt. You pull up from the bottom and Abner lifts himself off the couch just enough to let you pull the shirt up and over his head. You kiss his chest, peppered with freckles. Then his tummy, past his navel, and right at the base of his pants. You stroke your finger across his bulge.

“Awww, you’re already so hard for me, baby.” You smile.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N, please-” He whimpers for you.

“Trust me I’m not teasing.”

You grab the sides of his pants, and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down to his ankles. He kicks off his shoes, and then his pants. Your hands roam around his hips, fiddling with the waistband of his underwear. You slide them off as well, and kiss every inch of exposed skin. His hip bones, the spots around the base of his cock. You move down and take his balls in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking.

“Ohh- oh my god… oh my god please…” Abner’s lip quivered as he moaned, aching for the feeling of your warm wet mouth on his dick. And you give him EXACTLY what he wants.

You run the tip of your tongue up his shaft, and take the whole of his head in your mouth. He throws his head back and lets out a groan. You look up at him and let go of his dick, making a suction sound with your mouth.

“Unhh, do you like that baby?” You say in your most suggestive voice possible. You bite your lip and smile.

“Yes, oh my god yes. Mommy please keep going-” Your pussy clenches. You LOVED when he called you Mommy. He didn’t care about anything else but you at this moment.

“God, I love how you look when you beg, my pretty baby.”

Your lips return to his cock, and you run your tongue across his slit. He shudders. You continue to suck his dick, using your hand along with your mouth. He’s too big to take completely. You can tell he’s trying not to buck his hips into your mouth, to get all of him into you.

“Oh gosh- Mommy… Unhh- I’m so close-” You feel his cock pulse in your hand. As much as you enjoy swallowing his hot cum, you’d rather see him beg and squirm.

You stop abruptly. He snaps his eyes open and, with his mouth agape, gives you those huge puppy dog eyes you just adore.

“No- no no no, Mommy please-” He blabbers to you. You get off your knees and meet your face with his.

“Awww, does my poor baby wanna cum? Awww, that’s so cute.” You rub his cheek with your palm.

He writhes underneath you, his cock is aching for any sort of friction.

“I’ll be right back. You sit here and look pretty for me when I get back, okay?”

He nods, lip quivering. You run upstairs quickly, and open your top dresser drawer. You grab the strap-on tucked underneath your underwear. You and Abbie frequently took turns on who dommed and who subbed, so this wasn’t new behavior for the two of you. You put it on as quickly as you can, and come back downstairs.

You come back and walk behind the couch, touching his bare shoulders. He jumps a little, and looks up and sees you. His eyes light up and he smiles. As you walk around the couch and face him, your hand grazes his knee. Then up his thigh, over his hips, up his waist, then chest. You turn him onto the couch so that he’s laying down.

“Yes, Mommy, please- I’m so ready for you. Mommy-”

“Are you?” You cut him off. He whimpers and nods.

“Yes I swear- I swear I’m ready Mommy, I promise.”

“Good. Because we aren't stopping until I say so.”

You climb onto the couch and shimmy yourself in between Abbie’s legs. His legs wrap around your waist tenderly. Your jaw clenches. Every time you feel his skin on yours, it sends shockwaves to your clit. You hold out your hand to Abner’s face.

“Spit.” You command him. He spits onto your mouth and you rub it on the strap-on. You find his entrance and slowly rub the tip on it before pushing yourself fully in.

“Ohhh..Oh my god-” He moans pornographically as you fully sink into him. You moan breathily, it feels so good.

You start slow, but find a solid rhythm. Every time you pound into him, he groans with pleasure every time you hit his G-spot. All sensations are focused on your clit. It almost feels as if the strap-on is an extension of you, you can feel every single movement. You take his hands and pull his arms above his head, holding his hands above him so that he can’t move.

“M-Mommy please- I want more… please keep going- please don’t stop- Ahh…”

“God, you’re so pretty when you beg, do you want me to keep going? Tell me you want it, you fucking baby.”

“God yes, please- pretty please, Mommy…”

You pull out, let go of his hands, and roughly grab his hips. He winces at the loss of you being inside him. You flip him over onto his stomach (as best you can, he's still taller and heavier than you) and have him tuck his knees under him. You take his arms from underneath him and pin them behind his back with your hand, the other hand planted firmly on his hip.

With no mercy, you slam into him, watching as he takes every inch of your strap. He is completely submissive, blabbering at you to keep going. You loved when he called you Mommy. Because that meant he was yours.

You let go of his hip and reach under him to grab his dick. While giving him hard thrusts, you slowly jerk him off. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for him, he almost rolled his eyes back.

“He must be close,” you think to yourself. You were reaching your peak, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Do you wanna cum for me, Abbie? Unh, I bet you do, ahh-” You say in between moans.

“Yes Mommy, please let me cum, plea- ahh- oh fuck…” You move your hand faster, jerking him off, mostly at the head of his cock.

“Oh god, Mommy- I can’t h-”

You feel your muscles tighten as you and Abbie cum at the same time. You see his muscles contracting, and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He shakes as he gets his cum on his tummy and chest. You keep jerking him off, not stopping your relentless pace.

“Mmmh- ahh, please stop Mommy, please-” he whimpers.

“Don’t you remember what I said? We aren’t done until I say we’re done. I’m sorry baby, but we have to keep going.”

“Mommy no- ahh- it’s too much…”

You begin to thrust into him again, maintaining a slow pace. Your free hand grabs at his midnight black hair, pulling his head back to face you.

“Cmon baby, I know you like it. You wouldn’t lie to your own Mommy, would you baby?”

“No Mommy, I won’t lie- ahhh… mnhh-”

You see his muscles contract once more. He’s on the verge of cumming again.

The sight of him like this is too much to handle. His hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat His back, peppered with freckles. His big strong arms pinned to his back. He’s so submissive for you. In this state, he would do anything for you. You were all he cared about. You bite your lip and groan in ecstasy.

In a split second, you switch from a slow pace to a ruthless pace, giving him no time to adjust. He nearly screams as the strap-on hit’s his G-spot perfectly. You moan breathily as you reach your second climax.

“Ah! Oh my god, Mommy, I’m gonna cum- I-”

He cums once more, as do you. You attempt to use your hand to catch any before more cum gets on him. He’s breathing extremely heavily, his back expanding and contracting with each breath. You pull out of him, and he rolls over onto his back.

As much as you want to lay down beside him, you have to clean up the mess he made. You scoot yourself backwards and lean down. You run your tongue across his tummy, licking up the cum he left there. Under his navel, on his upper stomach. You get as much as you can find and you feel goosebumps rise on his skin. Once you get all you can, you bring your face to his.

“I’m so fucking tired.” You whisper while laughing.

“That was fucking incredible, Jesus Christ.” he says back to you. He cradles your face in his big, strong hands and kisses you passionately.

“Only next time, I be in control.” God fucking damnit. You couldn’t say no to him.

You smile at him. “Fine. But you can’t deny that I don’t do my job well.” He can’t help but crack a smile, too.

“Yes, you do,” He says reluctantly but jokingly. You know he would never purposefully put you down for making him feel good. You lean into him and snuggle into his neck.

“Okay, grab the TV remote, I'm fucking exhausted. We gotta put something on.” You say.

“Fine by me.”

#abner krill smut #abner krill fanfic #abner krill #polka dot man #polka dot man x reader #the suicide squad #fanfic #smut

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spideyhexx · 4 years ago

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alleyway; b.b.

pairing; bucky barnes x female reader

a/n: it was horny hours.

masterlist reblogs/likes//feedback is appreciated!

summary; you and bucky have sex in an alley

NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!

WARNINGS: dirty talk. oral (male receiving). deepthroating. making out. unprotected sex. yanno slight exhibitionism cause alley. hair pulling.

word count; 1.6k

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Bucky leans his head against the cold brick, the cold air nipping at his skin doesn’t seem to bother him.

Yet he still tugs his leather jacket tighter against him. He throws glances down towards the street, anticipating you to suddenly appear.

Bucky taps his fingers inside his pocket, counting each passing second as he waits for you.

The intense teasing between the two of you had gotten too much in the crowded bar and although your constant jabs irritated the hell out of him, he desperately wanted to feel your touch.

Bucky’s head picks up when he hears the clacking of heels and then there you are.

Trying to not seem like you’re walking fast down into the alleyway to meet with him. His eyes almost immediately drop to your feet, noticing how you only have one shoe on.

“What happened to the other one?”

Bucky points at your shoeless foot, a slight smirk gracing his pretty face. You chuckle at him, ditching the other heel.

“I lost it while walking out of the bar. Too many people around to go back for it.”

He lets out a laugh and licks over his lips.

“Or did you run on over here?”

“Real funny, Barnes,” you respond, hitting his chest playfully. A short silence fills the air. You knew how to make Bucky flustered, but actually having the chance to do something was sending you into overdrive.

Bucky clears his throat, “well, are you gonna kiss me or was that all talk back there?”

Your eyes widen for a moment at his bluntness and you hum at him, stepping closer. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you straighten the collar of his jacket, then look back up at him.

Your voice drops to a whisper, “right here?”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s hands make their way to your hips, squeezing them slightly, then leaning forward to let his lips touch yours.

His lips are softer than you imagined and he is gentler than you imagined. Almost as though he’s still a tiny bit hesitant. So you slide your hands into his hair, tugging softly on the strands, earning a low groan for his lips.

Your teeth bite at his bottom lip and he groans again, turning his head to deepen the kiss and letting his tongue collide with yours.

Leaving one hand in his hair, you use the other one to slowly trail down his body, toying it over his crotch.

Bucky grunts as soon as your lips make contact with his neck, tilting it to the side so you have more access.

“You were right, you are a good kisser,” he says, pushing your body closer to his so you could feel his hard on against your hip. You giggle against his neck, smoothing your hand through his hair.

“So are you.”

Bucky sighs deeply as you kiss under his jaw and you suck lightly in the area, wanting to hear more of his sounds. You want to make him want more. And he does, he needs everything.

“Alright, move on, doll,” he says through struggling breaths. You look back up at him and shake your head, “you’re no fun.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and takes matters into his own hands, unzipping his pants and pushing them down to the middle of his thighs, along with his boxers.

He quickly looks down the alley, seeing no other people around. Bucky takes his jacket off, dropping to the ground in front of him.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, resting your knees on his jacket. Your mouth is on him in an instant. Bucky can’t even begin to fathom how many times he’s thought of your lips wrapped around his cock, but actually getting to feel it?

It’s completely unreal.

Knowing you weren’t in a place you could take your time, you suck on the tip, then bob your head down further on his length.

“Fuck,” Bucky lets out a muffled moan as he tries to keep his mouth shut. But some slip from his mouth.

The mere sight of you on your knees for him in an alleyway, taking all of his cock was almost enough to make him explode already. He reaches his hand down to cup your face as you hollow your cheeks, sliding your tongue up and down his cock.

Your work fast, bringing your hand up to caress his balls and Bucky’s grip on your jaw tightens.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s really good.”

His voice was so raspy and deep that you feel yourself pulsing to have him in you already.

But you wanted to give him more, truly break him. You pull your mouth completely off of him and Bucky lets out a whimper-like sound, but quickly stifles it.

“Can you fuck my mouth, Barnes?”

Bucky shakes his head, his chest heaving slightly, “gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, doll.”

He moves his hand to the back of your head and you push down the front of your dress, your tits on full display.

Bucky almost forgets what he’s about to do once he sees your tits.

“You’re staring, Sarge,” you tease and Bucky uses his other hand to grip his cock, tapping it on your lips.

You open your mouth for him and he starts slow, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You grip his thigh for stability, your other hand moving to play with yourself.

Bucky guides your head along with his thrusts and he practically melts when your tongue runs along the vein on his cock.

“Gonna cum soon,” he mutters, screwing his eyes shut and leaning it back against the brick.

You love the sight of this man and you want to see him cum, so you let your tongue slip by the slit in his tip whenever you could.

That’s what gets him to shoot his load into your mouth. Bucky pulls out half way through cumming, some of it landing on your chest. His moans are breathy as he rides out his orgasm.

“Stand up, doll. I wanna see how soaked you are.”

As soon as you’re on your feet, Bucky’s pushing you against the wall, sliding the hem of your dress up and ripping your stockings.

“You’re an asshole,” you mutter, holding onto his shoulders as his hand cups your pussy.

“Sure, but you’re fuckin’ soaked. I think that’s telling, isn’t it sweetheart? This all for me?”

“Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky shakes his head, smiling at you, then brushing his lips over yours.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll give you everything you want.”

You whimper against his lips and Bucky moves your panties to the side.

“I won’t rip these,” he teases, his nose bumping yours. He strokes his cock up and down your cunt.

“Bet you’re nice and warm for me.”

Bucky’s hold over you makes you melt even more into him and you could care less if anyone happened to walk by and see this scene unfold.

“Please, Sarge.”

“Please what, doll?”

Bucky teases his cock at your entrance, pushing in just slightly before pulling out.

“God, fuck me, Sarge. Now, please.”

He smirks, then holds your hips tightly, pulling one leg up to wrap around his waist as he pushes himself into you. Both of you let out a moan as he bottoms out.

“Would you look at that? Definitely nice and warm for me. And fuckin’ wet,” he groans and pulls out, snapping his hips back up into yours.

You pull at his hair in harsh tugs and he loves it. With each pull, he fucks into you faster. He lets out a breathless chuckle as you try to stay quiet.

Quiet grunts and gasps came from the two of you, Bucky pounding into you harder whenever you let out a noise a little too loud.

“Do you not care if someone notices us?”

You manage to get out as he works you on his cock.

“Don’t give a shit, honey,” he mumbles into your ear.

“Just need to give you my cum.” You whimper at his words.

"It would be hot for someone to see how good you're fucking me. Don't you agree, Sarge?"

"Mhm, damn right," he groans, sucking softly at the skin below your ear.

Bucky wanted to hear how hard it would be for you to stay quiet as you came around his cock.

He moved his head to lean his forehead against yours. You’re biting down on your lip, desperately trying to keep your moans contained.

“Bucky,” you whine at him, tugging him as close as possible as you clench around him.

He’s not even mad you didn’t call him ‘sarge’, he’s too wrapped up in feeling you to care.

“Go ahead, doll. Cum on my cock. Give it to me,” he mutters, pressing his lips to yours and then pulling back to watch your face screw into pleasure as you release.

“Bucky!”

You moan out his name loudly and Bucky grunts, spilling into you.

He breathes heavily against your lips, gently placing your leg down and pulling out of you, letting your panties move back into place. You attempt to fix your dress then groan.

“I forgot you came on my chest.” Bucky laughs then reaches into his back pocket.

“Lucky for you, I always have tissues.”

He takes it out and wipes the cum off of you and you pull the front of your dress back up.

He pulls his own boxers and pants back up and you reach forward before he could do anything. You zip his pants up for him, patting his abdomen.

“That was good, Barnes,” you tell him, hooking your arms back around his neck. He nods, agreeing, then moves your hands, grasping one of them and walking out of the alley.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to my place, wanna fuck you again,” he says, smirking back at you before tugging you along.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fics #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #marvel fic

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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The Boys of Fall - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I based this off a dream I had where Jeff and my dad were watching football together. I was being super flirty the whole time while Jeff just wanted to watch the game 😂

The Chicago Bears versus the Seattle Seahawks. Tim versus Jeff. My loving dad versus my loving husband. I prepared a feast of game day snacks for my guys and picked up their favorite brews. Today was going to be intense, to say the least.

I build a plate of food and head to the living room. The game was well underway. Jeff taps his knee with a smile and I sit on his lap.

“Here, try this,” I run my fingers through Jeff’s graying hair and kiss him. I hold a chip with hot spinach dip up to his mouth. He takes a large bite.

“Oh my,” he rolls his eyes back, “Did you make this?” he takes a sip of ice cold beer. I gesture to my mom. “Ma, you’ve really outdone yourself!”

“Thanks, Jeff!” my mom smiles. My husband looks over his array of snacks, trying to decide what to sample next.

“I’m 24 years old and I still don’t understand football,” I laugh and continue petting Jeff’s hair.

“I’ve explained it to you before!” my dad says.

“Well, the gist of it is the defense tries to prevent the offense from scoring the football. The offense must advance the ball at least 10 yards every four plays or downs. Each time the offense is successful in advancing the ball 10 yards, they get four more downs or what is called a ‘first down’. Does that make sense, sweetheart?” Jeff explains.

“A little bit,” I reply, “You’re so cute when you talk about the stuff you love.” I curl up under the fuzzy blanket while Jeff’s hands rub my back.

“These wings are delicious too, doll. And you don’t even miss the meat!” Jeff remarks, biting into a cauliflower Buffalo wing.

“Yeah, she made those for Grandpa once and damn near killed him,” my dad jokes.

“It’s true! I think I added more hot sauce than barbecue,” I giggle.

“I don’t mind a little heat,” Jeff replies.

“Well, if you’re going to eat those spicy wings,” I lean into Jeff’s ear, my voice barely above a whisper, “You better brush your teeth real good later. I want your mouth all over me, Daddy.” I feel Jeff get excited in his gray Seahawks sweatpants, grateful he was under the blanket, for those sweatpants definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. He squeezes my backside and bites his lower lip. His face quickly turns to frustration.

“NOT A PASS!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!” my husband yells, causing me to flinch, “Sorry, babe,” Jeff rubs my shoulder, “Didn’t mean to scare you.” My dad laughs maniacally.

“Well, Mr. Morgan! Look who’s not doing so hot!” Jeff tosses up a middle finger with a smirk. “Hey now, play nice. Just because your team sucks doesn’t mean you get to flip off your father in law.”

“Can I smack your dad?” Jeff jokes.

“Jeffrey!” I playfully slap his chest and we all laugh, “How about another beer?” Jeff nods.

“God, I really love your daughter, Mr. C,” Jeff says as I hand him the beverage with a kiss, “Thanks, baby.” I sit back on my husband’s knee.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else for a son in law, Jeff. Look at the way she looks at you.” I make a goofy face and Jeff wheezes, “Okay, maybe not like THAT. But it makes me so happy to see her happy. She never holds back about how much she loves you, and don’t we all want that in a partner?”

“Very true, I’ll drink to that. I love you, (name).”

“I love you too, Jeffrey,” I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck.

***

I waited for my husband to finish his shower as I dicked around on my phone. We were sleeping in my childhood bedroom. I shut off the lamp next to the bed, letting the moonlight illuminate the space I used to call my own. The crisp, fall breeze feels heavenly. Jeff appears in the doorway, hair damp and pajama bottoms clinging to his hips. His manly, brunette chest hair turned me on like crazy. He shuts and locks the door behind him.

“Nice room you’ve got here. I dig the orange walls,” my husband looks around.

“Yeah, I think we repainted my junior year of high school. I was going through an artsy phase,” I giggle.

“It’s very cozy,” Jeff smiles and places his glasses on the nightstand. I beckon with my finger. “What are you doin’, Princess?” He climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply, tasting very faintly of cigarettes, but mostly like minty toothpaste, “Oh, I see. I know what you want. Don’t worry,” he glides his tongue over his teeth, “Nice and clean, no more Buffalo sauce,” he teases. I laugh as he buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning. My husband smells so damn good. Jeff’s kisses trail down my body, “Look at my little girl. Oh fuck yes. So wet already, Princess?” he rasps, burying his nose in the freshly trimmed hair of my most sensitive area.

“You always get me there, Daddy,” I nod and bite my lip.

“You smell scrumptious. Good enough to eat, baby cakes,” Jeff lowers his voice to a whisper, “We’re going to have to keep it down a bit, doll,” Jeff makes a satisfied “mmm” noise and he sucks my clit, “Don’t want Mom and Dad to know how good I tongue-fuck you, hm?” He slurps loudly, “That’s my good girl.” He kisses around my outer lips and slides a finger inside.

“Daddy,” I whine, “Oh fuck!” I rock myself against Jeff’s hot, wet mouth as he grips my hips. He adds another slender finger and begins curling them slightly, hitting just the right spot. “Jeffrey, oh god yes! Jeffrey!” I gasp. Staying quiet while my silver fox’s tongue dove in and out and around every inch of me was damn near impossible.

“You sure have a pretty little pussy, my gorgeous wife,” I LOVED when Jeff called me that. I was Mrs. Morgan, now and forever, and he was never going to let me go. Jeff brings me to the edge of a mind blowing orgasm and readjusts himself. He hovers above me, pressing his lips into mine. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little brains out now,” Jeff lets out a vaguely Negan sounding chuckle. I beg for it as he taps the tip of his hard cock against my clit, “But maybe,” I run my hands over his stomach and across his chest, his nipples hardening from the stimulation and the cool night air. “Maybe I want you to beg for it, sweetheart,” his croaky voice gives me chills.

“Please, I need it so bad,” I can barely speak.

“I can’t hear you,” Jeff teases.

“Please, Jeff! I need your big, fat cock inside of me!” I speak a little louder.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Jeff sinks into me with a groan, “I ain’t going to last long, you feel so go-oh hell yes, that’s it. Right there,” he bites his lower lip as he thrusts deep and slow, smooth and even. The fullness makes me shake. He hushes me gently as he brushes two fingers over my clit, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, sweetheart, I’m so close.”

“Come on, Daddy. Finish inside me, Jeff. Please finish insi- oh fuck! Fuck me harder!” I whine. Jeff quickens his pace as small beads of sweat gather on his forehead. Jeff curses under his breath, making low growls of pleasure.

“You want it in your pussy, hm? You want Daddy to breed you good?” I nod quickly and inhale sharply as an intense orgasm overtakes me. I shove my face in the pillow, attempting to muffle my sounds. “I’m fucking cumming, Princess, oh fuck yes! Yes, baby girl! Oh god!” I drip with Jeff’s sticky, warm juices as he pulls out. He rests his head on my chest and I begin stroking his hair.

“Jeffrey Dean, you fucking animal,” I pant.

“I’ve still got it. At 54, I’ve still got it,” Jeff jokes.

***

Jeff pours himself a cup of coffee and joins us at the dining room table. He rests his head on my shoulder lovingly.

“Did you sleep good? You look tired, Jeff,” my mom laughs.

“Yeah, slept wonderfully,” Jeff smiles.

“Is everyone still coming over later?” I ask.

“As far as I know. If you two want to run to the store-“

“Okay, I have to say something. It’s bugging the hell out of me,” my dad speaks up.

“You okay, Mr. C?” Jeff looks confused.

“Yeah, um, I couldn’t sleep last night. Now, I can’t stop you guys from doing what married couples do, just know that the headboard in that bedroom is LOOSE and LOUD,” my dad says.

“Oh my god,” I bury my face in my hands and Jeff turns red.

“Just be more careful, okay bud?” my dad pats his son in law’s shoulder.

“Yes sir,” Jeff holds back laughter. I sip my coffee with a smirk, squeezing Jeff’s knee under the table. And here we thought we were being sneaky.

#denny duquette #fanfic #fanfiction #greys anatomy #jeffrey dean morgan #negan #the walking dead #older man younger woman #john winchester #supernatural

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eideticmemory · 5 years ago

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GOOD | SPENCER REID

Description: Mindless smut. A detailed account of you and Spencer’s first time.

Word Count: 1,931

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Graphic sexual intercourse, oral.

Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. You had to give credit where credit was due, and Spencer had earned it. From that first night the two of you stumbled into your apartment, giggling, happy, and holding each other close, it’s been a wrap. Spencer placed his hands on your face, leaned in and pulled you into the deepest kiss of your life. It made you so weak in the knees, to the point you nearly dropped to the ground. But he caught you. He caught you by your waist and pulled you up, his hand dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Your finger tips traced his collarbone, gently and slowly, as you broke the kiss. You tasted him on your lips, your tongue poking out to lick his saliva off of mouth.

You drew in a deep breath, pressed your forehead to his and shook your head. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Spencer Reid.”

He gulped. So loud you could hear the sound, and feel his hands shaking against your waist. “Take me to the bedroom,” he whispered. “Please?”

And you did. Best decision you’d ever made, if you must say so. Right up there with landing this man as your boyfriend. He was gentle, nervous, wanted you to feel good. Mission accomplished. From the kisses on your neck, to the kisses on your breast, everything was so, so good. He hooked his fingers in your dress, in your bra, pulled it down, and wrapped his lips around your nipple in this soft suction that made your jaw drop. His hand pressed into your back as you straddled him, your hips moving in this real steady groove against his crotch. You ran your hand through his hair, unable to keep your eyes off him, his lips trailing to your other breast where he sucked on the skin.

“F-fuck,” you moaned. “Feel like I could come from this alone.”

He pulled away, licking his lips and then looking up at you. The pressure of his fingers replaced his mouth, his digits holding your nipple between them. “There actually is evidence that females can experience orgasms from nipple stimulation alone if done correctly, since it does activate the same areas of the brain as stimulation of the clitoris.”

“Hm, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” You hummed, earning a great, big Spencer smile. You leaned in, your arms outstretched on his shoulders, and gave him a soft kiss. It didn’t stay soft very long. Soon, tongues were involved. Your hands were sliding under his shirt and you could feel his heart pounding under your palm. He laid back against your stack of pillows, hands finding their way to your face once again. You sat back, with his gaze solely focused on you, as you pushed yourself to your knees and slid your dress off.

“Oh, wow,” he murmured. His fingertips reached out to touch your stomach, trailing down to your panties where he played with the lace hem. You kept yourself focused on his face - the pure amazement, the pure love. And then you were very, very, very caught off guard by the rubbing on your clit. You let out a squeal, a pip, a squeak. A mixture of a gasp in there.

Spencer’s other hand held onto the back of your neck, his body now pressed to yours as his fingers worked their magic. “Good?”

“So, so good. Fuck.” You replied, your chest heaving at the sensation.

A look of pride adorned his face, and he continued his slow circles until your head tipped back. Then, he slowly removed his hand from your underwear, ran his fingers up to your navel, your chest, your chin and finally, your mouth. On instinct, you parted your lips and let his fingers in. They were big, long. They reached the back of your throat and you pursed your lips around them, sucking with enough force to earn a quiet moan from Spencer, who watched you intently.

“Oh, wow,” he repeated.

You chuckled, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, allowing his fingers to glide off. You moved in to kiss him again, and this time, you ended up on the bed, back against the pillows. Spencer’s body now laid between your legs and his erection pressed into your core just begging to be released.

“C-clothes,” you huffed. “Off. Off.” You’d suddenly forgotten how to speak. He got the gist though. He allowed you to help him pull his shirt off, and to watch as he undid his pants. His bulge popped out before his pants could fully be removed, teasing you, taunting you. There was absolutely too much space in between to two of you at that moment, so you pounced on him. You climbed in his lap and pushed him back onto the mattress, his feet now at the head of the bed. Leaning in, you grazed your lips against his, “Can I suck you off?”

His eyes went wide, his chest leaping up and down, his face flushed. “Y-y-you don’t .. even have to ask.”

You smiled and kissed his nose, then his jaw, then his neck, until your made way to his chest and began to kiss down his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched you, literally pinching his torso to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope, definitely awake. He was definitely awake and you were definitely taking his boxers off. He was definitely awake and definitely in your mouth.

He let out a strangled moan, throwing his head back and gasping for air. “Sh-sh-“ he wanted to swear, but it wasn’t like Spencer to do so very openly, so he bit his lip. He trained his eyes on you once again, as you focused on taking him to the back of your throat and slowly drawing your lips off of him. His whole chest lit up red like christmas lights, heat flowing through every vein in his body. You got a nice rhythm going, so nice that Spencer’s body had started to shake and jolt at the slightest of movement.

“Ah,” he moaned. “A-ah, ah, ah, okay. Okay, [y/n], stop, please, stop, shit.”

So, you did. But not without giving him a sly smirk from between his legs. He shook his head at you with a roll of his eyes and widened his arms. You immediately jumped into them, arms around his waist and lips on his. He eagerly pushed your panties down your legs, you working quickly to remove your bra. Both wound up on the floor and you wound up on your back with Spencer staring down at you. He stood beside the bed, his boner in his grasp and lined up at your entrance. He gave you a look, and you found yourself nodding before he could even ask. With your legs on his shoulders, he placed his tip against your opening, running it over your slit slowly and creating a quiet, sticky noise.

“God,” you laughed. “I’m a river.”

“Yeah,” was all he said, too entranced by the sight below him to respond. His large hands held onto your thighs and slowly, gently, he pressed into you. You’d never felt so full so immediately, his size stretched you out like nothing before. You drew in a breath, gripping onto the bedsheets and going cross eyed. Your toes curled upon the impact of his hips on yours, the tip of his dick practically in your stomach. You finally released your breath, looking up him as you bit your lip.

Spencer’s eyes were closed, his head tilted down, his jaw agape. “Oh, my God,” he groaned. That being said, he tightened his grip on your legs and went to work. His whole body tensed as he slammed into you, his eyes screwed shut and his hips thrusting with every bit of strength he had. It took you by surprise, the pleasure of him drilling into your soul hitting you over and over. You called out his name, “Spencer, fuck. Spencer.”

This encouraged him, and so, he sped up. His bottom lip now pulled between his teeth, he stifled his loud groans. His face contorted in multiple expressions - concentration, tension, ecstasy. And you just watched him, watched him pound into you, watched him clench his teeth together, throw his head back. He was so beautiful covered in sweat and pleasure. Little noises trailed out of his mouth and into the air, louder ones when he looked at you. His eyes held your gaze for a few intense moments before shifting down between your legs. He used his thumb to rub your clit and you fell back against the bed, gasping. “Oh, fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” You moaned, arching your back.

“Just .. wanna .. make you come.” He grunted, his hips and his thumb working in unision to bring you to the edge.

“Keep going,” you pleaded. “Keep going, keep going, keep going.”

So, he did. He pressed into your clit with more pressure, sped up his hips, adjusted his angle and you could barely handle it. You felt your body crumbling and you felt him watching you, even though your eyes were closed.

“Sp-Spencer,” you called. “Spencer, I, Oh, my God.”

It built, and built, and built. And like a bucket tipping over, it was a drizzle and then a flood. Your thighs squeezed together, your back arched towards the ceiling, your mouth dropped into a big ‘o’ shape and you tightened around Spencer cock, which had stilled inside you. Everything around you went blank, blurry, you held onto the bedsheets for dear life. All you could do was ride it out. So, so, so good.

“Fuck.” Was the only way to describe it.

When you returned to earth, Spencer was staring at you, completely mesmerized. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, licking your lips and panting. “Thank you,” you said, grinning.

He smiled, leaned down to press his body to yours, “Your welcome.” Then he was back at it. He moved slowly, but it still overwhelmed you, little shivers crossing over your body.

“You okay?” he asked.

“More than okay.”

He kissed your cheek and got the rhythm back in his hips, your chests rubbing against each other’s with every thrust. You could feel him getting weaker, coming undone, and you just held him. Kissed his neck. Told him you loved him. And that sent him through the roof. He released the most beautiful groans with his final few thrusts, before pulling out of you and jerking himself off.

You moved quickly, hopping off of the bed and landing on your knees in front of him.

“Wait, wait, [y/n], you don’t have to, ah! Ah, ah, ah, oh!” As soon as he was in your mouth, he was filling it up, moaning and groaning as you hummed against him. You pulled back, swallowing everything he gave you and rising to your feet. You sighed happily and fell back onto the bed, smiling like an idiot.

Spencer took his place beside you, pulling you onto his chest to cuddle.

“Phew,” you sighed. “That was a workout.”

“Sex does actually count as a physical activity. It can burn just as much calories as running a mile.”

You grinned, “Spence, I, uh, forgot to tell you,” you looked up at him. “I’m trying to lose weight.”

And you were lost in his lips again, ready to brace a long and perfect night. Sex wasn’t good until you met Spencer. But when it was good, it was perfect.

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miki-snake · 4 years ago

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📖: Goshiki Tsutomo is jealous of Shiratorizawa’s ace Ushijima. You are there to show him that there’s no need for jealousy. Because there is no reason to doubt you. But if he did then he has to learn that jealousy is for bad boys and he was your good boy wasn’t he?

⭕: smut, sub!goshiki and dom!reader, bondage, vibrator, cock ring, blindfold, fleshlight, edging, overstimulation, crying , praise kink, oral (both receiving), degradation, a little pain play, masturbation

🔍: 6.7k+

A/N: this is just filth ig. Sub! Goshiki is just such a sweetheart that you need to tease and he was haunting my mind the past few days so,,, this is what came out of it. I am not sorry

Goshiki always looked up to Ushijima. He was the great ace and captain of Shiratorizawa, the number one ace in the Miyagi Prefecture and one of the country’s top three aces. Goshiki is seen as the upcoming ace, which puts a lot of pressure on him. But he loves it. He loves when people start to praise him, telling him how great he is and that he is a rising star. Still the problem stays that he compares himself to Ushijima, even though it’s more of a one-sided rivalry. As Ushijima started to acknowledge him more as a competent player, he felt more confident than ever and was even more determined to reach the goal as the new ace.

So, Goshiki admires Ushijima but there are times where he is jealous of him, not only regarding volleyball. Ushijima can be seen as stern and scary, but still he has a great fan base consisting of both boys and girls. Goshiki doesn’t envy him because of those random people, (no sometimes he does) but right now it’s because of the girl talking to Ushi in a Shiratorizawa uniform. Her name was Y/n and she was his senpai, in the same class as Ushijima to be exact. He bored his eyes into her skull trying to get her to look at him without needing to say anything. He wanted her attention and only hers. He also wanted her to only look at him. Y/n was the most beautiful person in his eyes.

And somehow the luck was on his side and they were dating. She said yes to him after a rather awkward but straightforward confession from his side, but she found it adorable. Some time later she even told him that she'd already had her eyes set on the future setter.

So, even though they were dating, he couldn't get rid of his jealousy he felt when she was talking to other men, well, to men he thought were superior to him. Ushijima Wakatoshi was of course the number one reason for his jealousy and seeing her talking with him made him boil. He knew he shouldn't feel like it because she assured him many times how she felt and he also knew if he couldn't control his jealousy she'd show him how she felt in a different way again.

“Jealousy is for bad boys, but you’re my good boy right?”, your voice was merely above a whisper but he still heard you. You saw how a shiver ran down his spine, how his body was trembling and his hands fisted the sheets. “So you don’t answer me anymore? I guess that means you’re not my good boy huh?” Goshiki flinched at your sudden loud voice but he was fast to react. He shook his head so vigorously you were sure he would get dizzy. Goshiki always reacted in such a beautiful way, always so eager and energetic to please. It was a sight you wished you could hold onto forever. “Come on, use your big boy words for me. Tell me who you are and what you want. You can do that, can’t you?”, your hand slid up his chest and over to his face where you stopped to caress his jaw. You stared him in the eyes but he avoided your gaze, looking at the ceiling instead. “I-I’m your good boy, your good boy! Please... please let me make you feel good.”, he panted heavily even though you didn't really touch him yet. Your hand left his face and a whine left his mouth in an instant. You had to chuckle at the sound, oh how needy he was. Tonight was going to be fun.

You stepped away from the bed he was laying on and reached for the bottom drawer where yours and Goshiki’s toys were. The feeling of his eyes lingered on you and you knew he was getting impatient. Occasional pants, huffs and shifting could be heard as you rummaged around in the toy box. There were various items ranging from silk ropes to dildos, in different sizes, to nipple clamps and even more. After some thoughts you reached out for the silk ties, a cock ring, some lube and other surprises that will leave him crying for you. Putting everything inside a bag, so he couldn’t see what you got in store, you walked back to his bedside.

You couldn’t help but raise your lips into a smirk. He was sprawled out on the bed, stark naked, his eyes already teary and his chest rising rapidly, while pants left his mouth. He looked so delicious you wanted to devour him all at once, but you couldn’t do that, just yet. He had some lessons to learn and you’ll take it slow today, so that he will understand every single little thing. “You say that you’re my good boy but all you’re doing is misbehaving. Always getting jealous because of that Ushijima, even though I told you many times that you don’t have to worry.” As you spoke you reached out for his arms and took the silk ties to bind him to the bedposts.

He watched you closely, eyes not leaving you for once. His body was tense, the ties already prickling against his skin. But he loved that feeling. The feeling of giving all of himself to you, knowing that you would use him for your pleasure. And even if he thought of it like that, he knew that all you did was for his pleasure. In reality he had all the power over you. You’d do anything for him so he feels good, sometimes disregarding your own pleasure. He was always your number one and he could feel that through everything you did to him.

“You know, if you doubt me so much then maybe I’ll try my luck at the giant ace of yours. Who knows where else he is giant. Then you’d have the right to be jealous.”, your voice sounded sugary sweet that it was nearly disgusting. The thought of you being with Ushijima was driving him insane. Only thinking about how he would touch you makes him shake his head violently. Still, he didn’t dare to say a thing. “What? You don’t want that? Well, maybe if you start to listen to me and take the punishment like a real good boy I’m going to reconsider.” With that said you placed the blindfold over his eyes and a whine left his mouth. You knew how much he loved to watch you and how much more sensitive he got with his sight taken away from him. It was always fun to see him squirming around on the sheets. You placed the rest of the toys on the bed and leaned yourself over his chest. Your mouth hovering above his left nipple, your breath caressing his skin making him pant even harder, anticipating your first move. And you went full into it, biting his nipple and your hand twisting the other. A moan slipped out of him and his hips grinded up into the air.

Now licking around his rosy perk you let your eyes wander down his abdomen. There it was, his achingly hard dick, spilling out fresh pre-cum out of his dark red tip. Sometimes it came in handy that he was such a heavy producer, but it can get really messy. Not that any of you really minded. The veins were standing out on his cock and just the sight of those made you rub your thighs together. You could feel yourself dripping by the thought of how it felt when they would scrape your inner flesh while riding him. A small moan pulled you out of your thoughts and that is when you realized that you stopped your ministrations on his sensitive buds. Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the dirty images in your mind, you focused on the boy in front of you again.

Leaving his nipples you kissed your way downwards to the grand prize. You could hear his breathing getting heavier the nearer you got to the place he needed you the most. You kissed his pubic bone and licked around his sensitive place until you were settled in between his legs and caressed him at his inner thighs. He bucked his hips but it seemed like it wasn’t intentional. “Oh, is my baby boy already losing his patience? You should lay still and behave for me alright?”, you told him as you grabbed his twitching cock with your hand. Goshiki yelped and bit himself on his lip to prevent more noises from escaping him. He’s always been very vocal but that didn’t mean that it’s not a bit embarrassing for him to hear his obscene voice like that. Although, for you there was nothing better to hear him moan, cry and beg for you. So, it irritated you when he held himself back, even though you both knew that he wouldn’t last that long. You grabbed his cock harder and started to pump your hands up and down his shaft. He bit harder on his lip and it looked like it would start to bleed any minute. You moved up his body again, your hand handling his shaft never leaving its position and you pressed your lips onto his. A moan escaped him and was muffled by your mouth pushing against his feverishly. Instantly you took the chance and invaded his mouth with your slippery tongue.

There wasn’t a fight for dominance as your tongues caressed each other, he just lets you slither your way around inside his wet cavern. As you pulled away his mouth tried to follow you, his tongue hanging out a bit and it was your opportunity to get back and suck on his tongue. He groaned and never once did you stop pumping his hard cock. Goshiki tried to control himself but as he started to let out his voice more and more, he began to buck into your fist. The tight fist of yours and your mouth attached to his was slowly but surely throwing him into oblivion and he felt the tears prickling in his eyes from all the pleasure. The other hand of yours found its way back to his right nipple and started to twist and turn it, making him groan even louder. It was pure pleasure but not only for him but also for you. Seeing him like that, giving himself fully to you and crying out from all the stimulations, left you feeling hot and bothered.

His cock was twitching more and more in your hand and you knew that he was getting closer to his orgasm. Your lips left his and you leaned back a bit to see him properly. His mouth was wide open, tongue hanging out and his filthy voice filling the air around you. “Are you close baby?” All he could do was nod, but that wasn’t enough for you. “I can’t hear you.”, you stopped moving your fist and gave it a firm squeeze. A frustrated groan escaped him as his head fell back into his neck. “P-please I’m s-so close. Please let me come! I need to come so badly ”, he cried out, begging for his release. Your hand left his cock completely and the hand on his nipple twisted it really hard, so hard it was bordering on painful. Goshiki nearly screamed, the pain overtaking the pleasure for a second but it was enough for his cock to go back in his half erect state.

You grabbed some lube that was on the end of the bed and even though he produces so much pre-come it was always better to use extra lube with toys. Taking the cock ring in your hand you lathered it with lube and placed it on the tip of his cock. He knew what’s coming and it drove him mad, he moved around and whined pathetically. He could do nothing, but to endure it and to feel how you slowly but surely slid the ring down his shaft, until it sat snugly at the base. Satisfied with how it looked you picked up the pace you had before and lowered your mouth to the tip of his dick. He started to moan again and his voice only picked up in volume. It wouldn’t be the first time you both would get a noise complaint. You blew at his sobbing red tip and felt how his whole body tensed up. The tip of your tongue poked against the head, slowly sliding around it. Purposely you moaned out like a porn star and you knew how that affected him. A thundering groan left Goshiki as a response to you, he loved it when you started to get vocal. Knowing that giving him pleasure turns you on like that makes him feel like being in heaven.

Besides loving to give him pleasure you were nearly addicted to his taste. He was more on the sweeter sider with a salty undertone, like some salty caramel taste. His cum was rich and thick, which leaves you no choice but to salivate at the pure thought of it. Your luscious lips closed themselves around the crown of his shaft and you started to suck. He wanted to be your good boy, he really wanted it but he couldn’t stop his hips from stuttering into your mouth, wanting to feel more of the wet heat. You stopped the sucking shortly and he was afraid that you would pull away again. Instead you just hummed and pushed more of his cock into your tight cavern, your teeth lightly grazing his skin. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The wish to see your head bobbing on his penis was so urgent, but he knew that you wouldn’t allow him to see you yet.

You pushed even further until his head was touching the back of your throat. Being rather trained to take his cock so deep, you had no problem to go deeper and held back the gag reflex. Your tongue traced the prominent vein on the underside of his dick and the hands that were caressing his thighs went towards his heavy balls, starting to fondle them. If he was slowly grinding his hips before, he was bucking up into your mouth without a care now. He couldn’t even count how many times you already blew him, but he could never get tired of it. The feeling of being stuck down inside your throat was amazing and every time you swallowed, the muscles of your throat tightened around him. He was so lost in the pleasure he nearly missed the sound of a small click. Suddenly his pleasure multiplied by hundred and he was thrashing around the sheets. The cock ring you placed on him started to vibrate on the highest level and it felt like heaven on earth.

“AH-ahh Y/nnnn... please! It’s too high, I’m going to come please! Please LET ME COME! AHH-”, he screamed and you had to hold his hips down to put him in place. His dick was sliding out of your mouth as you pushed yourself up again, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock head. You raised your right hand and slapped his inner thigh, his cock twitching as he raised his hips at the impact. A surprised yelp left his lips that turned into a low groan and he moved his head from side to side. “You only come when I tell you so, understand slut?”, your voice boomed and he vigorously nodded his head. “You’re nothing but my comslut and I’m going to use you, got that?”, again he just nodded but you weren’t having it. This time your hand landed on his inner thigh, barely missing his dick. “I asked you something and I expect you to answer properly or are you too stupid for that?” At this point his whole body was shaking and his fists were grabbing onto the sheets.

“Yes I heard y-you senpai. I’m your cumslut and I only get to come when you allow me to. I-I want to be your good boy, your puppy.” You saw some tears slipping under the blindfold, sliding down his face, the arousal probably already too much for him. “Use me all you want… use me for your pleasure senpai!”, his voice broke, he sounded so desperate and you weren’t sure if he was so desperate to come or to pleasure you, maybe both. You didn’t respond to him anymore, instead you just started to hum a low tune and flicked the little switch at the cockring off. The hand that was resting on his thigh slowly made its way down to his ass. You thumbed at his puckered hole, a needy whimper coming from the boy beneath you. Your other hand moved for the tube of lube again to squirt some of it on your fingers.

A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of the cold lube against his flushed skin. One finger slowly eased into his asshole rubbing against his inner flesh. Soon, another finger followed and he mewled at the stretching sensation. Goshiki already knew that all of it was just preparation for something bigger than that and only the thought of it made his hips grind against your fingers automatically. Three fingers were now up in his ass, doing the come hither motion, your nails were scraping against his clenching walls and all that could be heard were his lewd voice and occasional squelching sounds coming from his sweet, little hole. A loud plop resounded as you pulled out your fingers and reached for the vibrator next to you. Turning on the toy on its lowest level the sound of the vibrations filled the room.

Goshiki was holding his breath, mentally preparing himself for what is about to happen to him. The tip of the vibrator pushed against his hole opening the gap even further. He knew what was coming but still, he lost himself in the stimulation and it was good, really good but not nearly enough. Even though the toy was on the lowest level, the vibrations wandered through his whole body leaving a tingling feeling on his skin. Whimpers, mewls and moans left his flushed lips as he wasn’t able to hold back his sounds. Even if he could, he would be punished for purposely holding back his voice because you wanted to hear him.

When the “little” toy sat snugly inside his ass, you moved up his body until your legs were planted next to his face and turned around so you could look at his beautiful throbbing and weeping cock. Immediately his nose went up sniffing the air. He knew the smell by heart and it only added to his arousal. He wanted you to sit on his face, suffocating him with your pussy and letting him drink his favourite juice. The whimpers were getting louder and he started to squirm around again, trying to move his restrained hands to your hips to no avail.

“What do you want, baby? You’ll have to use your sweet little voice so I know what you need.” It was like you were taunting him, well maybe you were but it was just too fun to pass. He murmured something that you couldn’t understand and you let out a long sigh. Slowly you lifted yourself up again and he began to panic at the thought of you going away.

“NO, n-no don’t go! I-I want to make you feel good…” he whined and his arms flailing around again, as if he wasn’t bound to the bedposts he tried to grab you so you would stay. You stopped your motions and settled back into your previous position. Your lips contained a smirk and if he could see it he would know that you just started to tease him. “How do you want to please me? You’re all tied up baby, so what exactly do you want to do?”, he whimpered again but he knew that there was no way around it and he needed to taste you, right now.

“I need you to sit on my face, so I can eat you out… d-drinking all of you. I need you to press that beautiful pussy down on my face, so hard that it’s getting difficult to breathe for me.”, he desperately sobbed. “I-I want to give you so much pleasure so I can drown in your juice… n-need to feel it dripping all over me. PLEASE MAKE A MESS ON ME!”, he was screaming by now and you were sure that your neighbours could hear what was happening in this room at the moment. It doesn’t really matter though, because the only thing that mattered was the guy underneath you that was desperately trying to get you to sit on his face.

“Oh you’re such a dirty little boy,”, you cooed at him, “always so thirsty for my juicy cunny. You want me to suffocate you between my thighs right? Fine, be a good little puppy and make my time worth it.”, you said as you sank down on his waiting mouth that was already salivating. He groaned at the first taste of you, never getting enough of your arousal. You moaned above him as he moved his tongue along your inner lips, tracing it up to your clit and sucking on it. The intoxicating smell of yours plus the low vibrations of the toy stuffed in his stretched hole clouded his mind, turning him into a frenzied thirsty mess. His tongue found its way into your sweet pussy, slithering inside and fucking you with it. Oh, how he wished to move his hands to your hips so he could move yourself up and down on his tongue. But before he could indulge himself more in that fantasy you were already grinding yourself onto his face. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were shut, the pleasure already overtaking your mind. Your right hand pressed down on Goshiki’s chest to keep you steady while the other one wandered to your breast pressing down on your perky bud.

He was frantically eating you out like a madman as if he was nearly starved to death, the slurping noises joining his groans and your moans in a sexual symphony. He met your movements rubbing his face against your gushing cunt. His lips found their way back to your sensitive button, enclosing it and he started to harshly suck on that little nerve bundle. It was like an electric jolt went through your whole body and you jerked away a bit, the feeling nearly pushing you over the edge but you didn’t want to come yet. Instead you grabbed the remote of the vibrator and pushed the regulator up to the highest level. Goshiki was so busy catching every drop of your honey like essence, he nearly forgot about his not so little problem. The stronger vibrations in his ass made his hips thrust up into the air again, a powerful cry left his lips at all the stimulations. They were too much and he was sure he was about to bust his nut. His lips left your snatch, head thrown back into his neck and he was panting like a dog in heat with his tongue out.

“Did I tell you to stop?”, you asked, trying to sound harsh but your shaky voice was giving you away. “Y/N, no please I’m going to come, please let me come! My ass feels so good… too good please.”, he was back to begging again the blindfold now soaked through his tears. “Oh look how pathetic you are. You’re just coming from your little fuckhole? I’m not even touching your pitiful cock. You think you deserve to come? You think you were a good boy?”, you spat at him, knowing how all the dirty talk was going to work him up.

“YES I-I was good! PleASE senpai!”, his voice was cracking, his hips buckling wildly around the bed. His sweet release was already so near he could already taste it on his tongue.

You grabbed him by the hair, shoving his mouth back onto your pussy and your other hand moved back to his rapidly rising chest to twist his nipple. His body completely tensed up, eyes rolling back into his head and his mouth latched onto your throbbing clit. His loud groan revibrated against your sopping cunt pushing you off the edge. Your thighs tighten around his head, granting him his wish of suffocating him with your cunt.

Goshiki fell into oblivion, the cockring not able to keep his raging cock from bursting. Thick spurts of his cum flying across his chest. The orgasm numbed his mind, his muscles still locked in place but his mouth didn’t let go of your now overstimulated bud. Your hips kept rocking against his face, riding out your high as your slick flowed all over his face. As you slowly came down, you felt drops of his sticky cum coating your fingertips and in an instant you pushed his head back into the mattress, ripping the blindfold off his head and your face now scowling down at him. He was still in his daze, whimpers tumbling from his lips and his tongue licking around his mouth to catch every drop that you left on him.

“Who allowed you to come huh?”, your stern voice brought him back to his senses and he looked up into your eyes, just for a shiver to run through his body. Your gaze was burning into his skin, a whine broke out of him because he already knew that he wouldn’t get away with it.

“You’re such a selfish brat, you couldn’t even listen to the one job you had right? I told you to not cum without permission and you still did it like a fucking dog in heat. I wasn't even touching your filthy cock.” You moved up and placed your trembling feet on the ground. Goshiki wiggled in his restraints trying to get your warmth back on his skin.

“W-what are you doing? Y/n pl- AH!” Your fingers wrapped around his still half erect cock and stroked them along his twitching shaft. “Y/n?”, you asked him, your hand tightening around his cock. “Senpai! Aaauuuugh...I’m still so sensitive, too sensitive, please. I just came senpaiiii!”, he wailed as his hips tried to jerk away from your touch but you wouldn’t let go of him. You continued to pump his cock, while your hand reached over to one of the toys on the sheets. Goshiki wasn't even looking anymore, he really wanted to but the overstimulation blinded his sight, causing him to screw his eyes shut, while moans and whimpers left his mouth.

He knew he was going to get punished but he didn't expect the strong burn in his senses that he was suddenly feeling. A high pitched cry broke through the low sounds in the room. The toy enclosed his cum stained cock like a sleeve and the nubs rubbing against his fiery skin ripped a string of filthy screams out of him. You pushed the fleshlight down until it reached his pubes, some cum leaking out of the edges. With a click on the side of the toy, it began to automatically pump his cock, vibrating around his sensitive flesh.

Goshiki swore he nearly lost his mind, hips jerking up and down as he desperately tried to escape the pleasurable pain from the overstimulation. He needed a break but the urge to find his release again was consuming his mind.

"Ahhh NO… please, p-please too much, too much, too much! I- ahh... Auuuugggh" He was nothing more than a trembling, wet mess. Goshiki couldn't form any coherent word, the taste of his nearing orgasm paralyzing his tongue. The air was electrifying and the whole room reeked of sex. The toy continued to massage his dick, while you moved back up until your lips brushed against his ear.

You licked against his ear shell, one hand thumbing one of his sensitive nipples, and whispered, "You were so impatient and wanted to come so badly like a bitch, so that's what I'm gonna give you. Orgasm after orgasm, you better be grateful, slut."

Biting down on his earlobe, you traced your fingers back up and shoved them down his throat. He gagged around them, his throat contracting due to the sudden intrusion. Drool was slipping down his chin, mixing with his flowing tears of arousal. Your hand occasionally muffled the sounds of his screams but they were still loud enough to shoot straight down to your core, the sounds exciting your dripping pussy.

Swinging your right leg over his body, straddling his chest, you present him your soaking wet cunt. You just recently came but the thought of wrecking Goshiki made you thirst for more. Spreading your lips apart to show him how your slick was slowly dripping out of your cunny, your gaze moved up to look into his glassy eyes. "You know if you had been a good boy like you promised me to be then i would've let your stupid cock fill me up to the brim. I might've even let you cum inside of me, knocking me up.", you taunted him in a sultry voice.

He tried to talk but the only sounds that left his mouth were broken noises, groans and whines. Even though the fleshlight milked him dry again and again, bumps and nubs rubbing against him in a burning sensation, he wanted nothing more than to feel your tight and wet pussy around his aching cock.

Still, he couldn't do anything other than to watch you pleasure yourself with your own fingers. Teasingly you stroke two of your digits against your folds, gathering some of your slick on your fingertips. Tracing them up you rubbed small circles around your pulsing clit. "Ohhh, it feels so good, baby boy. I wish it was your big, weeping cock instead but you don't deserve it do you? Always disobeying my orders.", you groaned and you slipped two fingers into your hole, squelching noises resounding in the room. Your fingers curled and automatically found the little bump inside of your cunny. Vigorously rubbing your g-spot, you could already feel the high approaching. Your other hand traveled up to your perky nipple to twist and turn it and Goshiki nearly lost the rest of his sanity at the sight. You looked so naughty, so ready for him to devour you but he knew he wouldn't get to taste you now and it drove him mad.

"Senpaiii… i uh *hick* i- i'm cominnng agAIN! AH-... It hurts ughhh please senpai, please stop it, stop, stop it!" The hand that was on your nipple grabbed his chin and you moved it so he would look into your eyes. He tried to focus his gaze on you but you could see how it occasionally slipped back into his head.

"You know the safe word. If it's too much then use it sweetheart.", you told him and he cooed at the sudden softness in your voice. He knew the word, he could just say it like that if he wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to continue this sexual torture because in the end it did make him feel good, no, it made him feel marvelous. So, instead of crying out for it to stop, he tried to concentrate on how now four of your fingers pumped inside your cunt, the way your head fell back and obscene cries of his name came out of your mouth.

He felt the sudden need to see you fall apart in front of him and it didn't matter that it wasn't because of his fingers or cock. He just wanted to see the mess you'd make. "Senpai ugh- please come. Please let me see you come all over me. Come and make a mess out of me, wreck me! I- AAhhh... Senpai i need you to COME!", he was begging you to come, while he was once again falling into his own abyss of desire. And as if your body couldn't deny his wish, your walls started to clamp down on your fingers, your whole body twitching from the explosive release. Stars seemed to burst in front of your eyes and your gaze blurred from the sudden overload of your senses. Slick was gushing out onto his torso, drenching his skin with your arousal, while you continued to ride out your orgasm. Seeing you losing yourself right in front of his eyes, seeing the way your pussy squeezed around your digits made him lose the rest of his sanity, bringing him to another one of his mind breaking highs.

"YES, yeees oh you were begging so sweetly baby boy. Your cute little voice made your senpai come. Look at me come, all of my cunt juice flowing down on you. Look at me coming without your cock baby boy." Goshiki wailed, wanting nothing more than to feel your trembling walls around him. He wanted to fall into the pleasure with you, painting every inch of your insides with his seed, claiming you as his. Though you were already his. You belonged to him and every fiber of your body screamed for you to finally show him how you felt.

Jumping off of his chest you hurry yourself and straddle his hips. Goshiki looked longingly at you, hoping that you'd finally set him free from all the stimulation he felt. He needed a break, just some time to rest. You had other plans though. Instead of calming you down, your last orgasm only fueled the need to be filled by his still rock hard cock.

You pulled the fleshlight off of his dick, some cum sticking to it while the rest just dripped down his shaft. Slipping off the cockring, you made a show out of leaning down and licking his cock and gathering some of his rich cum on your tongue. He let out breathless cries, his cock feeling like it could fall off from all the times he came but he couldn't deny the urge to finally get your cunt onto his cock.

"S-senpai… wait please, I- I need a break please. I uhhh… Fuck, you need to stop or else-", his little protests were cut off as you rubbed his bulbous tip against your slippery pussy.

"Or else what, baby? Are you gonna come again? So fast? Oh don't worry I'm gonna make you come but this time with my sweet, little cunny." With that you pushed yourself down onto his cock, relishing the feeling of every vein that's scraping your insides, the stretching of his thick girth and the way his cock seemed to swell inside your wet, hot walls. Goshiki felt like his cock was on fire, the pleasure he felt before now more intense and intoxicating. He forgot how to breathe when you started to move your hips, tentatively shifting around to find the right angle.

Leaning forward, while resting your hands on his chest, you started to thrust your hips up and down in feverish motions, a breathless moan escaping your lips. Goshiki was stunned by the sensation, his abs under your hands tensed up, legs locked into place as if the pleasure acted like numbing poison in his veins. His mind though, was running wild, images of him rutting up into you or finally coming in you flowing through his head.

"Why so tense baby boy? Don't you want to help me out a bit? Make me feel good, so good that I come all over the place for you my sweet boy?", you asked him, taunting him to start moving his hips. The mention of you coming all over him, this time because of his actions, caused his mind to short-circuit.

Goshiki stemmed his feet onto the mattress and used the leverage to pound into you. Both of you let out an animalistic groan. He because he was finally the one to make you feel really good and it gave him some sense of control in the situation, even though he was still tied up. And you because he immediately found the most sensitive spot inside your pussy that only his cock could reach, the sensation spreading out all over your body, leaving your arms and legs quivering.

You two were prisoners of your lust, every sense felt heightened like you two were high. Well, you two were catching your highs. There was nothing soft or sweet, it was only the carnal desire driving the two of you, spurring you on to move faster and give in. "FUCK, baby boy you feel so good, i feel so full, full of your cock. Your cock hits me so perfectly, YES. That's why you're my ace, my big, great ACE AH-!" The word ace triggered something inside of Goshiki and he sped up his pace, bed creaking from all the rough motions.

The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin, squelching pussy and the mindless moans you two let out. You wished you could record it and listen to it over and over but in the end you'd rather have the real thing like right now. His cock relentlessly scraped against your g-spot, the edge coming closer and closer and you slithered one hand of yours down to rub against your pulsing clit. You knew it wouldn't take that long anymore for your orgasm to come crashing down but you wanted him to come with you and by the feeling of his swelling cock inside of you, you assumed he also wasn't too far away.

"Oooohhh baby boy, Goshiki, my ace. I'm about to come, you too right? I can feel your cock twitching inside of me like it's about to burst. Oh yeeees my good boy, come deep inside of me. I need to feel your cum filling me up, marking me as yours. 'Cause i'm YOURS and no one else's!", you screamed on top of your lungs as your orgasm rushed into your veins like a great crescendo. Your pussy clenched down on his cock, trapping him inside of your convulsing pussy. Right then, his balls tightened, the rest of his cum that was still left came out in thick spurts, painting the insides of yours in his colors. You two moaned each other's name, yours leaving his lips like a mantra. Your pussy clamped down so hard on him that he literally couldn't move as your walls milked him dry. You felt so full, full with his cock and cum, filled up till the brim. Continuing to ride out your orgasms, you fell forward onto his chest, your arms giving in, both of your hips kept on grinding against each other and the aftershocks of your intense orgasm shook your body. The crazily intense blasts of cum faded into smaller and thinner spurts, dribbling into your cunt, while his cock occasionally twitches in his post-orgasmic state.

For a moment you two just lied there, relishing in the afterglow and holding onto each other. Well, as he tried to move his hands he realized he was still tied to the bed. Feeling him struggle you looked up and saw how he tried to move out of the ties. Smiling, you slid up until you reached the knots and freed him from his restraints. Instantly his arms circled around you, holding you tight against his chest, not that you wanted to be anywhere else anyway. Instead of sliding back down and snuggling yourself up against his neck, you moved your head until you were face to face with Goshiki, both of your noses barely touching.

He just tiredly smiled up at you, looking so content as his eyes shined with love for you. "I love you, okay? I'm yours and your mine.", you whispered in a light scratchy voice from all the screaming earlier. Not trusting his voice he just nodded at your words and rubbed his nose against yours. "Alright, now before we both fall asleep let me get a cloth and clean you up.", you told him as you slowly moved out of his embrace. Goshiki wanted to stop you, keep you in his arms but he knew that you'd come back. You were his after all.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#goshiki x reader #goshiki imagine #goshiki smut #goshiki tsutomu #Itadakimasu 🍴

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whumpwriterforlife · 3 years ago

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How about concussion with Nyx? I love the way you write him(& Cor & Crowe)! I love everything you've written for FFXV, I'm so grateful you decided to join the fandom. Thanks!

Concussion with Nyx, here you go! This one is more soft and has more comfort than the previous ones. Kid Prompto makes an appearance too!

Concussion

Blue X's have been completed, pink ones have been requested. Just a heads up, "shaking and shivering" and "hurts to breathe" have both been requested twice with different characters and I'll have to choose between them. I'm very sorry about that. If your request doesn't get done, feel free to request another one.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Prompto Argentum and Crowe Altius

Whumpee: Nyx Ulric

Word Count: 2324

Warnings: None

Can also be read on ao3 here

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“You’re an idiot, you know?”

“Shut up,” Nyx groaned, pulling the thin hospital blanket over his head. Everything hurt. Well, mostly it was his head that hurt — a terrible, piercing throb that made him want to bury himself under a mound of blankets and pass out until it was over. The mattress dipped as someone, presumably Crowe since she was the one currently berating him, sat on the bed. Nyx resisted the urge to whine like a child. He knew for a fact that he was lying down on the bed, not moving at all, but still he felt dizzy as if the world around him was spinning uncontrollably. A hand squeezed his shoulder. It was comforting, a welcome distraction from the pain. Nyx leaned into the touch.

“You are an idiot,” Crowe repeated. There was no real heat behind the words this time, only worry. Nyx would have frowned if his head hadn’t felt like it was on the brink of exploding. “You know better than to let yourself hit stasis like that!”

Nyx muttered something incoherent in response. It had been an accident. He hadn’t exactly meant to push himself that far but he had been too deep in his head, in his memories, to notice the warning signs before it had been too late. Crowe was right to call him an idiot. “Sorry.”

Crowe huffed. Nyx felt her shift on the bed and then the blanket was tugged down from his face. Nyx made a small, disgruntled noise at it but then Crowe was brushing stray hair away from his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. “You need to be more careful. We don’t want to lose you Nyx.”

Nyx sighed and braved the light of day as he peeled his eyes open. At some point someone must have pulled the blinds and dimmed the lights because he could keep his eyes open without feeling the sharp, jagged pain that had burned him the last time he had made the mistake of opening his eyes in broad daylight. Nyx reached for Crowe’s hand half blindly because he didn’t want to move his head. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily, you guys will be stuck with me for a long time.”

Crowe’s lips twitched into a brief smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Nyx gave her a small smile back before he closed his eyes again. The light, even as little of it as there was, still hurt his eyes. “Did you talk to the doc?”

“They’ll discharge you in a few hours if you don’t take a turn for the worse,” Crowe told him. She moved again and Nyx felt her lie down next to him, their arms touching. Nyx smirked and offered no complaints even with how cramped the bed was with them both on it. Ever since the day Nyx had met Crowe, the woman had operated on the ‘what’s your is mine’ mentality — which apparently extended to hospital beds now as well. Nyx didn’t mind though, not when it meant he didn’t have to be alone there. Hospitals sucked.

“You’ll probably have at least one week off work, maybe two,” Crowe continued. “Lib called Cor and he’ll be waiting for you at home. He would come here but he has to make some arrangements so he can take the next few days off to keep an eye on your disastrous ass.”

“You’re the disaster,” Nyx muttered petulantly in response.

Crowe laughed. “Says the one who’s in a hospital bed with a bad concussion.”

“Shut up.”

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Around three hours later, Crowe pulled up at Nyx’s house. Nyx was sitting on the passenger seat, wearing one of Libertus’ old hoodies with the hood pulled deep over his head to shield his eyes from the sunlight. He looked far from a top soldier at that moment. Crowe had told him he looked more like a moody teenager and Nyx had made to smack at her, only to miss because he couldn’t actually see much with the hood over his eyes.

“Cor is walking to the car, he’ll be opening your door in a moment,” Crowe said. “I’ll have to take the car back to the Citadel but I’ll be back later with Lib and dinner.”

Nyx hummed in response and tried not to twitch when the door on his side was opened.

“Thanks for bringing him home,” Cor said, his voice a low rumble. Crowe must have told him about the noise sensitivity. Nyx appreciated it. “Do you need help walking inside?”

“No problem. And he does,” Crowe said before Nyx could even open his mouth. “His balance is all screwed up, he’ll just faceplant if you let him try on his own.”

“You’re such a menace,” Nyx told her and pulled the hood back just enough to send a weak glare at her.

“You know I’m right.” She sounded incredibly pleased with herself.

“Children,” Cor said pointedly. “As much as I enjoy the bickering, I believe the doctor’s orders were for Nyx to rest and I don’t think this car is the right place for it.”

“Good luck with that,” Crowe muttered. Nyx smacked her in the arm — actually hitting his target this time — and Crowe just laughed at him. “I really need to get going, though, I didn’t really ask for permission when I took the car.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Cor said and Nyx just knew he was rolling his eyes. “If you get in any trouble over this, let me know and I’ll clear it up with the right people.”

Nyx tuned out Crowe’s response as he slowly started maneuvering his legs out of the car. His head didn’t enjoy the movement at all and a groan slipped from Nyx’s lips as his headache intensified. He hated concussions from the bottom of his heart. He leaned his head against the headrest, already dreading the walk into the house.

“Let me help you,” Cor told him softly. Nyx sighed and gave him a tiny nod, not wanting to speak. That was all Cor needed as he reached into the car, his hand sliding under Nyx’s arm and behind his back. It took a minute, maybe two, but soon they had Nyx upright. He leaned heavily against Cor, his eyes screwed tightly shut as he tried to breathe through the pain and rising nausea. The dizziness wasn’t doing him any favors. Cor and Crowe exchanged a few more words but Nyx was too busy feeling miserable to pay attention to what was said. Then the car door was closed and Nyx heard it back out from the driveway.

“You ready to go inside?” Cor asked.

Nyx leaned his head against Cor’s shoulder and groaned. He wanted to go inside and lay down in his bed but that would require him to actually walk there and he wasn’t a fan of that. Staying outside wasn’t an option either, though. “I don’t really have a lot of options…”

“I could always carry you,” Cor suggested.

“Only if you want me to throw up on you.” Nyx scoffed, followed by a moan when it jarred his head. “Let’s just walk. I can do this.” If the last part sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself, Cor didn’t mention it.

They slowly made their way towards the house. Cor kept the pace slow, not rushing Nyx at all. Nyx felt embarrassed by the whole thing but there was no way he could walk faster or without the support from Cor. The biggest problem came with the porch steps. Nyx wanted to just sink to the ground and stay there, his bed be damned. He was hurting and miserable, he would be fine on the grass, it was a warm day. Cor didn’t let him though. He basically carried Nyx up the steps and to the door.

“Watch your step with the threshold,” Cor murmured softly as he opened the door for them and helped Nyx inside. Nyx, to his credit, didn’t trip on the threshold even with his eyes tightly closed.

“Daddy!”

Nyx winced at Prompto’s excited shout. It sent a sharp spike of pain through his head and Nyx buried his head into Cor’s shoulder with a groan. He loved Prompto but his concussed brain didn’t love how loud the boy could be at times. Small arms wrapped around Nyx’s waist, a head pressing into his hoodie in a hug. Nyx lowered one of his hands into the soft mop that was Prompto’s hair. His voice had a rough edge to it and it lacked its usual enthusiasm but he still made a point to smile at the boy as he greeted him, “Hi, buddy.”

Prompto took a deep breath, one that Nyx knew meant he was about to excitedly share any and all interesting things that had happened during the day. There was a sinking feeling in Nyx’s gut but Cor took control of the situation before Prompto could get started. “Prom, kiddo, do you remember what we talked about earlier?”

There was a pause, and Prompto hugged Nyx tighter before taking a step back. Under the hood, Nyx caught a tiny glimpse of a worried look on the boy’s face. “That- that daddy’s hurt and we need to be quiet so we don’t hurt him… did I hurt daddy?”

Nyx's heart clenched at the anxious tone in Prompto’s voice. He could never handle it when Prompto was upset. He carefully reached forward to ruffle the boy’s head. “You didn’t hurt me, I promise.”

“You should still keep your voice down from now on, okay, bud?” Cor told Prompto. “Maybe you can cuddle with daddy when we get him to bed, cuddle him back to health?”

“Cuddles?” Prompto asked, his eyes widening with hope as he looked at Nyx.

Nyx nodded, even at the risk of his head hurting. “I would like that. Why don’t you go and change into your comfy cactuar PJs and meet us in our bedroom?”

The boy gave them both a bright smile before turning on his heels and sprinting in the direction of his room. Nyx smiled softly as he sagged against Cor. He wanted to kiss him for coming up with the idea and distracting Prompto to keep him from worrying. “You’re the best.”

“You should lie down,” Cor told him, pressing a small kiss on Nyx's temple. Nyx closed his eyes, melting into Cor’s arms. Cor’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh. “Let’s get you into bed.”

Nyx made a small noise in agreement and let Cor guide him into their bedroom. The moment he lay down, he sunk into the mattress with a pleased sigh. He had somehow forgotten just how soft and comfortable it was. Cor chuckled at him and wordlessly set on getting Nyx out of his shoes.

“I love you,” Nyx murmured, his voice low. Cor was really going above and beyond for him, doing all of this without any complaints. He had even taken some days off work if Crowe was right. Nyx didn’t deserve him.

Cor dropped Nyx’s shoes onto the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He took Nyx’s hand in his and leaned forward to kiss him. “I love you too. Do you need anything — water, painkillers?”

“I’m fine.” Nyx shook his head a tiny bit. “I’m sorry… for this. I should’ve been more careful. You don’t have to stay to take care of me, I know you have work.”

Cor sighed. He pulled away from Nyx for a moment. There was a shuffling sound and Nyx belatedly realized it was Cor shrugging off his jacket and taking off his shoes. Then the bed shifted again as Cor climbed over him. Nyx frowned softly in confusion but then hands snaked under his shoulders and he was pulled against Cor’s side. “Of course I’m going to stay you dumbass. You’re more important.”

“I’m still sorry,” Nyx said. It had been idiotic to push himself that far, especially in traininig. He knew better than that. He needed to pay attention and mind his limits so this didn’t happen again. It had just hit him hard. In a few days, he would have lived yet another year without Selena at his side. All because he had failed to save her. The realization had made him push himself hard, too hard, to the point at which he had hit stasis while still in mid-air.

Cor ran his fingers through Nyx’s hair, soft and gentle, bringing Nyx back to the present. “Don’t be. Yes, maybe you should have been more careful but I know this is a tough time for you. It’s okay. Try to get some rest.”

“Papa? Daddy?”

Nyx turned his head towards the doorway where Prompto was standing. He had changed into PJs and even had his favorite chocobo plushie in his arms as he looked at Nyx and Cor unsurely. Nyx opened his arms. “Come here, buddy.”

Prompto seemed to hesitate a moment but then he dashed across the floor and climbed onto the bed. He crawled straight into Nyx’s arms and buried his face in his neck. “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, Sunshine,” Nyx murmured into Prompto’s hair, rubbing his hand along Prompto’s back. “Are you going to help me feel better?”

Prompto nodded. He pulled back from the hug, sitting on his knees next to Nyx as he looked at the chocobo in his hands. “Mr. Feathers wanted to come too. He’s soft an’ good at cuddling.”

Nyx’s heart just about exploded from the cuteness overload right there and then. He opened his arms for Prompto again and the boy snuggled against his side with Mr. Feathers between them. There they were, their small family of three — plus Mr. Feathers — cuddling on the bed. It didn’t take long for Nyx to fall asleep.

#badthingshappenbingo #final fantasy xv #concussion #hurt nyx ulric #nyx ulric #cor leonis #prompto argentum #child prompto argentum #papa cor #dad nyx ulric #hurt/comfort #fluff #my writing

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redevenir · 3 years ago

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but never doubt i love

seokmin x reader

wc : ~ 5k

a/n : you and seokmin mourn the old world. a love letter to the sea. magic.

« Doubt thou the stars are fire ;

Doubt that the sun doth move ;

Doubt truth to be a liar ;

But never doubt I love. »

Hamlet, act 2 scene 2, William Shakespeare.

The first time Seokmin sees you he wants to run. He notices you from afar, a shadow moving further down the path he’s been following through the woods. It’s misty and cold, the drizzle menacing to chill him to his bones. It’s a wonder he notices you at all. To believe people used to walk those tracks for pleasure, for sport, for fun, is beyond him. He keeps his eyes on the ground to avoid any menacing encounter.

Of course, you hear him. It’s when you turn around to face him, a dozen meters away from him, that his body shuts down. Suddenly, all the whispers he heard when he was younger resurface, the alarm in his head howling danger. And yet he cannot move. He stays still, eyes on you, as you walk toward him. The closer you get, the thicker the air around the both of you seems to get. And yet you keep approaching to the faint sound of his heartbeat. Far from his focus on you, in a little hidden corner of his consciousness, a little question : can you hear it ? Barely a meter away from him you stop and your voice comes barely louder as a murmur.

« Do you need help ? »

So it is true then. Seokmin feels warm rushing to his cheeks and a familiar sting under his eyes. He takes a deep breath to keep his chest from contracting. He cannot give way to fear right now. It is too much. Everything inside of him is urging him to run away as far as he can from you. But it has been so long since someone has talked to him. It has been so long since he’s heard someone talk. He tries to count to ten and back to keep himself grounded. Here. In front of you. You are danger. All dressed in black capes, he notices your bare feet, covered in mud. Your skin looks reminds him of citrus peel. Against all knowledge he has of you, he brings his hands to his face, closing his eyes to breathe in the familiar smell of his sweaty palms. The rain seems to stop, and he feels dry warmth graze his fingers. He opens his eyes back and lowers his hands, looking at you. You haven’t moved. You are still staring at him. Is that curiosity in your eyes ? Before he can refrain himself he answers you.

« I’m scared. » Is that his voice ?

A ray of sun seems to caress your face even if your expression remains unchanged. Seokmin wonders if this is how you smile. You held your hand to him, palm up. You both look at it a moment before you speak again. It is soft and he should not be able to hear it but he does.

« I know. You can come with me if you want. » You wave your right hand into a vague circle that includes both of you. « You know it is not safe here. We are not alone. We need to move. »

They will come at night and ask if you need help, ask if they can come into your home, and before you know it it will be theirs, they said. Seokmin follows you without arguing. Maybe he is losing his mind. Maybe he’s dead. But it is so easy to just follow. You seem warm. You seem sure. You are alive. He feels the hot sting leaking from his eyes. He dabs his cheeks with his sleeves without a sniff. He walks as close to you as he can.

It’s a wonder he noticed you at all. Somehow the brush of your cape against the branches doesn’t make a sound and neither do your feet as you walk on the fallen leaves. Its fabric barely moves but he can see the light reflected on it, in deep shades of blue. It looks like fur. Seokmin know no animal of that color. The hood covers the top of your head. Sometimes you spread your arms a bit, palms up. His gaze comes back to your feet. Covered in dry dirt and crumbles of autumn leaves up to the ankles, they silently sink in fresh mud every step you take. If he focuses enough, he can see it spread through each of your toes. All is quiet except for the noises he makes. The sucking noise of the sludge under his hiking shoes. The tired breath coming out of his mouth. The deafening beating of his heart.

Are you even real ? Or did he just die, and you are guiding him to the other world ? But you keep going the same way he was headed. Will you lure him into a cave and cook him for dinner ? A smile makes its way over his lips. There is someone to be worried about. He takes in your entire frame. If you had wanted to kill he’d probably never have seen you coming. He rearranges his bag on his back.

It’s been a long time since you last saw a human. He is scared and alone. Why he is heading toward the Wound is beyond you, but you cannot let him go north on his own. You wonder if he is the last one. He doesn’t look like he can survive on his own. He is just skin on bones. Yet instead of harshness you discern some softness. His muted glow is not unlike the one of a stag. A good balance of strength and vulnerability. You try to keep your pace slow enough for this one. You listen to him behind you. It’s been a long time since you last heard breathing. You wonder if the oaks can hear him too. You walk a bit faster.

The first flake of ash you notice, twirling in the air, you say nothing. The both of you have come way further north than you would have guessed. You think maybe it’s getting better. Maybe the Wound is healing in some way. You don’t know. You’ve never been to Seokmin’s city, you’ve only heard tales from there. How the ground had opened wide. A huge crack so deep no one could see the bottom of it.

You feel less and less of the deep pounding of life through your feet as you get closer to the city. Seokmin watches you when you get lost in the examination of your feet. You look left, right, up, down, gazing at them expectantly. Like they hold some answer. He feels the air warming up day by day too. It gets harder to find shelters with a roof, but the woods are thicker and sleeping outside is not an option.

Eventually, it becomes impossible to ignore it as you keep walking northward. Little by little, ashes are more easily seen, until they cover everything like a grey veil. He walks before you, head low, deep in thoughts to which you have no access. It is hard, you remember. To reach out for people. Everyone is a unique path but the first steps are always the same. You stop walking.

« Seokmin. He immediately stops and turns around. He doesn’t look as down as you thought but he has seen better days – and they were not especially good. I’m sorry to ask… You finally avoid his gaze to look at the ground. It should be mud. It’s grey. Seokmin’s shoe prints make a bridge between the two of you. It doesn’t feel like the first time but somehow, he realizes once again you are barefoot, and how thin is your cloak. He knows what you’re about to say and he lets you. You don’t talk enough for him to have the gut to cut you short. Are you sure you have to go ? He opens his mouth but before any sound can come out you continue. I mean, do you think there is still something for you to see there ? »

« No. I just – His voice is already shaking. Are you going to leave him already ? Now that the both of you are covered in ashes he knows he cannot make it on his own. Maybe he could survive, but he would lose his mind. I wasn’t... there when it happened. And I was on my own… for so long… He bits his lower lip a bit. He doesn’t know why you’re coming with him in the first place. He really should have listened more to the grown-ups when he was a kid. That way he may be able to understand the situation more. You just appeared out of nowhere and walked with him since. He doesn’t even know if he should be worried. Are you going to eat him while he sleeps? Are you a sort of guardian angel ?

« Seokmin ? What is it ? » He opens his eyes – when did he shut them ? Suddenly his tongue feels too big in his mouth. He clears his throat.

« I feel I can’t… be at peace if I don’t go back. I know, I know it’s stupid, but there is still a part of me that keeps wondering if there is a chance, a little, little chance that maybe it’s not so bad...» He stops his ramble, a bit out of breath. You hum quietly.

« I can understand that. » He looks at you looking at his shoes. He should tell you everything.

« I’m… Hum, Well, I’m worried. About what I’ll – we’ll see when we arrive there. »

« Are you scared ? »

« Yes, he says. » He doesn’t ponder on why it is so easy for him to confess his weaknesses to you.

« Good. You should be. You know what I think about it, but -

« I don’t, actually. You lift your head so fast in surprise it makes him jump. I mean, I don’t know what you think about it. Or why you’re coming. Or why you’re staying with me anyway. » He holds your gaze as he speaks, and you think he is very different from you indeed. There is no defiance in his eyes. It happens that Seokmin just looks at you when he talks, without further thought. You let your eyes on that mole he has on his cheek. He wonders if you know you’re smiling in the dim sunrise light.

« I think we might die there, Seokmin. But we might die anywhere, so if you want to go, then we go. But don’t… I don’t know what you are imagining, and I don’t know exactly what’s waiting for us, but you really shouldn’t think too much about it. I fear it’s going to be terrible in its very own, very unique way. » He says nothing, twisting his hands together.

« And why… Why are you staying with me ? »

« What else would I do ? » He hums in agreement. Neither of you speak it out loud, but he is well aware you leaving him would mean his death. Seokmin doesn’t dare to ask if you have anyone to go to anyway. You would probably answer him all simple and genuine, as you usually do, but his curiosity isn’t worth hurting you. Far away, you hear what sounds like deep creakings.

Seokmin tries to never touch you. It is a clear rule he has set up for himself. No matter how hard his longing for human touch stings him, he never reaches out for you. Who knows what you might do to him. You are not used to him. Not enough. You have been alone for a very long time before the two of you met. Seokmin too, of course, but he was always quite easy going. He also knows you could have killed him any time you wanted, and that him being alive, and staying with you, means that he has nothing to fear. From you. It is a relief, if he thinks of all the tales about your kind. Magic used to be very scary. Something never spoken of, but always luring in the back of people’s mind. Some villages were abandoned. Some forests were never visited. No warning signs, no interdiction. But a simple, unspoken rule : avoid it. And yet. What a relief, that your blood is fire. Even if he hasn’t seen it yet, simply knowing what you are is a great comfort. Knowing he is safe by your side.

The first time Seokmin recognizes the city’s landscape, he feels his stomach disappear. It is nothing much. Just a familiar gas station. Of course, the smell you have been inhaling for a few days now didn’t leave any good outcome for his imagination. Somehow, seeing a place he has known intact turned to debris is a new kind of scary. He doesn’t notice the very thin cracks on the asphalt, but you do. Smoke comes out of them, as dark as the tar, slowly floating westward, staying at ground level. You move closer to Seokmin when you realize there is no breeze to make it move. The flashing light of the station’s sign illuminates the crossroad blue and red. Suddenly he remembers magic is light, and wonders why your skin doesn’t glow. His hand reaches out for yours. You twist it a bit to be more comfortable. There is only a few hours left between the two of you and the heart of the town. You don’t feel anything anymore. From time to time, the air vibrates louder and louder with deep-rooted screeching. In a foolish spurt, the picture of a gigantic, rusty swing pops up in Seokmin’s mind. You spare a last glance at the cracks. He doesn’t argue when you ask him to avoid all main streets to his neighborhood.

You never make it that far. The day you reach the heart of the city the both of you regret ever coming. It’s abhorrent. Words you’ve heard before are so light compared to the scenery that lies at your feet. Everything is just like they said it was, but it is also far worse. Nothing has changed since the ground has opened up, and everything has. You feel yourself waver, oscillating on the verge of despair, as you contemplate the rubble. It is a giant, growing, star-shaped scar. Everything is covered in dark ashes, the gigantic buildings are all lying on the streets, their inside out. Furniture, trinkets, clothes, everything that was once a sign of life now adorns the streetlights and the sidewalks like defeated flags and dead soldiers. None of you dares to come closer. None of you dares to stand in the open. In an attempt to ground yourself you remember Seokmin is by your side.

You flee from town a lot faster than you walked to it. The first time Seokmin understands your power is when he realizes the both of you haven’t stopped for two days. When he realizes he’s not hungry. When he realizes he’s not tired. You walk for two more before allowing yourselves to rest. You keep walking southward at a more normal pace for another week before settling down in a proper shelter in the mountains. You don’t have to climb very high for the trees to stop growing. The former inn offers a spectacular view.

Seokmin falls into a torpidity after that. You let him craft himself a nest into an old couch. All the chairs and tables are put away against the walls, and you feel the last use of this room was probably a big dancing. He gets cold. You feed him. There is a fence protecting him from you. You wonder if this is what kept him alive for so long. Definitely not a fighter, but maybe guarded well enough. Since you cannot ease his mind, you let him be. You sense he is not very far. Whenever you go outside, the fire is lit before you come back. So you let it come to terms with everything on his own. There is nothing you can do about that sort of pain. You try to heal yourself in the meantime. Every night, you let the fire lick your feet to clean them up. When you begin to hear faded music, string chords and the clacking of hooves on the wooden floor to the rhythm of a jig, you consider yourself healed enough.

When it feels like Seokmin is asleep, when you can feel through the ground anew, you wait for the stars to tell you where to go next. Night after night, they tell you to wait for the sun to rise. Day after day, the sun tells you nothing.

You are not here when Seokmin wakes up. Pain tears him away from his numbess, finally leaking through his walls. He barely stands up only to collapse in front of the fireplace.

He lets it go. Burning tears flow down his cheeks and soon the soft hiccups in his throat become a loud wailing coming straight from his chest. Forehead bumping against his knees, he tries to ground himself by pulling the short hairs of the carpet – it fails. He breathes more and more erratically and any notion of time he might have kept before dissolves into his cries. It is very human to look for a way out from sorrow but he can’t find it. Any memory his mind tries to summon for comfort has turned into a burnt field.

You hear his cries from the chill of the shadows. When you arrive into the former ballroom, you don’t need to scan the room to find him : you follow the sound of Seokmin’s desperation. When your bare foot gently bumps against his back you feel him jump and he tries to inhale sharply, only to make a weird strangled noise as he fights for air. The warmth of your right hand on his right shoulder distracts him for a second – how can your heat pierce through his clothes like that ? Are you hugging him ? But words are too much to be thought of and a new wave of tears washes over him.

In return, you squeeze his shoulder as lightly as you can, murmuring what you hope are reassuring words. You slide your left hand between his curled up limbs to put it on his chest. Once again he feels the heat radiating from your touch. You push him backwards, still hugging him from the side so he doesn’t fall flat on his back. Not for the first time, Seokmin feels like a raggedy doll and realizes how much stronger than him you are. Slowly you have him lying down next to you. Let it go, let it all go, you whisper, but he’s not sure he sees your lips move.

You stay like that until the sun rises. Seokmin has never sweated that much before. He’s the first one to sit up, immediately feeling the bite of the cold, even facing the hearth. He looks back to you, still lying on the floor, only to meet your gaze. It is new. It’s dark and welcoming. Inviting him to speak his mind. His eyes catch the glimpse of a sparkle on your throat, between pink and orange. Like a sunset, before the smoke. He clears his throat. Maybe it is time to acknowledge what you are.

« It’s like you have suns in your hands. »

« But I do have suns in my hands. »

You sit behind him, your chest against his back and you feel him ease into you. You rest your chin in the crook of his neck and stretch your arms forward, palms open for him to see. When you shift them under the fire light he finally sees them. Frail, golden circles and tiny lines around them, emitting from them. You hear his soft gasp. You close your hands and cage him into a tight embrace.

« You should be dead. »

« It is the end of an age, Seokmin. Maybe we’ll all be dead soon. »

When you strengthen your hold of him he knows you can hear his faint whimper.

He watches you staring at the hearth. You haven’t said a word today and Seokmin figures he should do something about it. Elbows planted on the large wood table, the tip of his feet brushes the hard stone floor. Between the two of you, a meter and a world. He presses his lips hard and fiddles the cuticles of his thumb. To start a fire is easy. First, one must build a little hill of crumbled paper - newspapers are the finest. Then, one must use it as the base for a pyramid of kindling. Ideally, broken branches that were given the time to dry. When one talks about dry wood, it doesn’t mean it has been guarded from the rain, but that the sap has been given the time to evaporate. Only at this condition can wood burn decently, unless you are unlucky enough to find yourself caught in a forest fire. Nowadays of course, a nice forest fire would be a treat. Times change. Once the kindling has properly caught on fire, it is time to add the first logs. They’re definitely bigger but one must not go ahead of themselves and aim for logs that are too thick, for it is the surest way to smother the fire, and reduce one’s efforts to nothingness.

You hate to make efforts in vain. So whatever you do, you try to do it efficiently. Even Seokmin, who was raised in the heart of the city, has caught the grasp of it by now. Your gaze brushes over the ashes on your hands, then back to the fire. It’s hypnotising. The bright flames rise as high as they can reach, devouring willow and beech alike. It is hard to look away from their light and harder still to believe that up in the sky, this is what the sun is made of. It’s no wonder you want to curl up inside the hearth - it is but a minuscule copy of the star that keeps you alive. Seokmin likes that you are considerate enough not to ask him how he survived without knowing how to start a fire.

Prettier than the flames is the bark of the burning log. You still haven’t found anything even close to this. Seokmin has told you before that the inside of volcanoes looks like that too, but you know neither of you has ever seen one with your own eyes. When the both of you stay near the fire for hours, he thinks it sees something new in you. Some kind of awakening. Something very deep, very raw. It induces a shudder, hidden in the shadows of your spine, in the hollow of a vertebra. If you blow gently and regularly, the bark begins to glow. It changes its very composition. Instead of a dead, cut, unmoving tree, its surface riddles black and red, shadow and light, like the river to the gate of hells must do. If you watch it long enough, everything disappears.

Seokmin can’t find anything to say. Words have lost their weight during his teenage years. Something shifted. He doesn’t know exactly when, and he surely has no idea why or, worse, how, but everything changed. He looks at you, feels his heart shrink when you absent-mindedly circle your fingers around your wrist, a ghost of the handcuffs. When he feels the canker sore exploding under the pressure of his teeth, he swallows the blood, licks his lips and decides it is time to make his move.

If you notice him standing up you don’t shudder. When he comes closer to you and sits down by your side, where the heat is more intense, you don’t move. It’s an improvement, he realizes. He sits as close as you as he can without touching you, shoulders rocking back and forth in slow movements.

« I met their gaze today. »

There it is. The thrill of terror that passes through your body is not one that can be faked. It has been a humiliating lesson for Seokmin, knowing his voice could become a call for horror. He had grown up surrounded by music and praised for the way he sung. A master of karaoke. In your defense, what he said is bad indeed - only you’ve retracted into yourself before you knew what was at hand. You try to keep it quiet but he notices the deep breath you take before answering him. He catches the way you turn your head right, toward him, even if you can’t quite get yourself to face him yet. There are smudges of ashes on your cheek, and you could use a bath. He never mentions you don’t meet his cleanliness standards. He lowers them.

« How long ? »

« Just the time to look back on the ground. I’m not sure it was even a second. »

« And how are you ? » He looks at you again, a smile forming on his lips. You keep looking at the fire but your tone leaves no doubt. It is nice to know you mind.

« I’m fine. » The tree’s eye flashes before his eyes every time he shuts them close. He doesn’t think it should count as any harm done to him. You hum in answer.

« I wa- I think we should go. Soon. » You’re getting better at this team thing. Collaboration. You take another deep breath. « Any idea? » He bites a smile back.

« Well, I’ve never seen the sea, so I thought… » This time you snap your head so fast he jumps a bit. Your eyes meet his for a burning flash, and you settle your gaze upon his left shoulder.

« You’ve never been to the sea? »

« No, I just - »

« Then what’s the point ?’ » you talk slow but you sound outraged. You stare back. « Why do you care about living at all ? » It’s almost as if he could see the gears in action behind the frowns of your forehead. « So that’s why you’re like that » you add as you raise both your hands above your head, tracing little patterns he doesn’t figure out. You look even more confused when you see his smile, a crescent of harmless light.

« I have no idea what you mean. » You let your hands go back to your thighs. You look away from his face, eyes on his knee.

« Ok, we’ll go to the sea then. »

Seokmin first meets the ocean through his nose. The smell hits him first as the both of you walk down a narrow path toward the shore. Even though they are empty now, you still avoid towns. When he asks why, you merely answer they were empty for him. You usually settle for lonely constructions, exclusively the ones with at least one fireplace. You say there are shadows he cannot see. When he asks what kind of shadow, you stop, making him turn around to look at you. The sadness on your face makes his hand move on its own, but before it can reach you it stops. Your own hand is holding his other one. The warmth that comes from your skin catches him off guard and he almost withdraws. You squeeze it a bit, and catch his still hand mid-air.

« Do you think your people were the only ones affected by the Wound? Seokmin, you pause, close your eyes, open them back. This is a disaster. Do you know what came up from that rift ? He shivers. There are things that came for you, things that came for me, and things that came for others. And how can I explain to you what they are like when you cannot see nor feel them? » You don’t remind him he’s been too lonely to learn that before. How could he know stuff when there was no one to tell him in the first place ? You press both of his hands between yours. They have never been this sweaty before. He looks at his feet. His chest is shrinking and his eyes are burning.

« I’m sorry. »

« Don’t be, all right ? You cannot possibly know everything. You let his hands go with a last squeeze. Now take a deep breath. He looks up at you, surprised. How is it ? »

« What’s that smell ? »

« Power. »

Seokmin has already cried a lot in front of you when he first sees the ocean. The tears he sheds there are of a completely different nature. They’re a release. He removes his shoes like a drunk man and goes to meet the waves, the first grains of sand moulding his feet one step at the time, half walking, half running. The wind here is stronger, but his cries can still be heard. You listen to his bursts of laughter and his sobs as they blend together. You follow him at a distance, longing to be submerged by the cold waters and the foam as well. You let go of your cape, you let go of your shawls. You let the wind swirl your gown and your hair and you close your eyes. You listen to Seokmin cry. You listen to Seokmin laugh. You don’t see him kneeling into the sea, letting the waves slap his face in a rumble. He doesn’t even choke on it. Drenched in reality he casts a glance over you, and for the first time you look like what he would have expected. Dancing in the wind, dressed in a raggedy gown, possessed by the elements. From where he is he sees all kinds of lines on your skin, intricated patterns he cannot properly recognize nor understand. Even drowned into the icy waters he can still feel the warmth you poured into his hands. You catch his good-hearted chuckle, and shout at him.

« What is it suddenly? » He giggles even more, and shouts back, so loud you forget the crashing of the waves for an instant.

« You really are a witch! » He doesn’t hear you but sees the gleeful smile on your face from afar. Of course you are a witch. A stronger wave hits him and falls on his back as the water barely covers him in foam. It’s only when he stands up and takes off his sweater that you finally see it. Only when the salted waters cascades down his chest, reflecting the sunlight as a magnifying glass, spreading it around him in all shades of colours do you see his smile. Without realizing him you walk to him, his halo pulling you to him like a hook clenched to your blood. You feel his warmth on your skin, and he feels yours on his own. You let your arms go to his neck and pull him into a strong embrace. He hugs you just as tight. On the surface of the chilly waters, you can see the sparkly reflections of your glowing skin, all shades of yellows and pinks, the brighter gleams of the sun, and high above the sky, big and warm and burning, the star that keeps you alive caresses you both.

You let the ocean wash you clean.

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i am so excited!! to request!! yang/lili bath time please :)

I am so excited to write it!!!!!! 😍 Thank you! ♥️🛁♥️

CW for some very brief and oblique (but undeniable) sacrilegious thought by Lili. and for Yang in general ♥️ Under a cut because they’re bathing in birthday suits, not bathing suits.

(Requests are open until May 1, dear reader, if you’d like to get one in.)

He is, of course, completely at ease. She, of course, is not. But her unease stemming from him does not mean anything, not in this claw-foot tub, not in his bed, not in the house, not anywhere, really. He can be naked wherever he wants, and she has permission to feel about that however she will, but there's nothing she can do to change anything about his nudity.

And there is the fact that it feels good, even as it embarrasses her. But she has had a lot of practice pushing that fact aside. Maybe that's why she can't push aside anything in the real world, because she is too busy pushing aside things in her head?

Either way, there they are in the tub of very warm water: Yang naked, with his hair wound around his pipe stem and fixed to his head with it, her just as naked with her hair down, so much of it wet and clinging to her shoulders. He's behind her, against the smooth back of the tub, and she is between his knees. Surely he must look like a libertine, lazy and self-indulgent, but she can’t see him because he is behind her. It’s hard to look right at him even when he’s not.

Her eyes go down to the water, and it is pink, not clear. "...Yang?" she asks. He makes his passive hnn?, permission for her to go on. "The water is bloody. Are you hurt?"

"Didn’t hiss when we got in because the water was too hot," he says. That is all he says.

"Can I tend to it for you?" she asks in a small voice.

"No."

His arms come around her, not avoiding the vulnerable points of her chest one bit, and he pulls her back against him. His chest is so strong and wet, and his cock pressing into her back is so unyielding, she feels a fluttery sort of panic like she has an injured bird in her chest instead of a heart. She just doesn't know what to do except respond to him, and then respond to his responses. He’s truly become the point to which she is tethered.

He raises one hand to her jaw and lifts it, taking her eyes away from the water. This tucks his arm between her breasts, and even though they are above the water, everything feels slick, every curve slippery and more supple than usual. He must like that. She kind of likes it, the soft way her body cradles him.

His other hand goes in the opposite direction, until he's walking his fingers over the nub he likes to toy with, and then slipping one of those fingers inside her, where it indeed slips, because of the bathwater and her own body, sensitized to him as she is. She doesn't say anything but she tries to tuck her head down in shame and his grip on her jaw tightens... and sends a bloom of heat and happiness into her belly. Why does she like it when he manhandles her like this?

He plays with her silently for a moment, then chuckles right by her ear to let her know he knows, and begins to use two fingers. She realizes the blood in the bathwater is going inside her, like so much of him already has, and more than his fingers, that's what makes her gasp. One of his fingers is stroking over her neck all out of time with the way his fingers are going in and out of her and she can’t focus on any one thing, just him, all of him.

Have they just... are they bathed in blood? Did her life in the church numb her to how horrific that would be in practice, or did it prepare her?

“Turn ’round,” he says. Yang pats her like she’s been a good girl and then his hands slide away from her. Lili turns like she is supposed to, careful not to slosh any water onto the floor but just as careful not to be slowed.

“Soaked girl,” he drawls. “You want me to fuck you here?”

“No!” she insists. She does not have the words or boldness to say what she wants him to do, but definitely that is not the way she would describe it.

“Hmm? The water would tear you... you don’t want that?”

“No,” she says, more quietly, but with much less force, because he has fit himself between her puffy outer lips and is sliding along the seam of her, crude and amazing. He puts his hands on her hips and grinds her against him without saying anything else, and squeezes her when she warbles out a little cry that echoes off the bathroom walls.

He lets one hand slip behind her until he is cupping her bottom. Shameless! He splays his hand out to hold the most of her and digs in. It’s not cruel, especially not for him, but it is mortifying. She can tell that he's doing something with one of his legs beneath hers but it’s not until she hears the loud glugging sound that she realizes he's toed the drain cover off to empty the tub. Then he pulls her focus back to him by slapping the other hand down on the other side of her. It’s slowed by the water, but he’s strong. She knows he meant to spank her. He rubs her just like he does after he spanks her, too. Memories of all the times he’s done that flood her mind the way she is half worried she is flooding the tub as it drains. He knows the precise way to press against her, and oh, now he is sliding his hand up under the heavy weight of her hair to her shoulders to pull her in, and she does not realize until he pushes her mouth onto his that she has been whimpering.

“Hush,” he says between kisses. Wet ones. She cannot seem to hush, actually, but he muffles her. He licks into her mouth and sucks her tongue and traces her teeth and, somehow, keeps that infuriating roll of his hips going, as all the water and pink goes from her tummy to her hips to her knees, and then vanishes. It leaves her with nothing to hide the way she has made them both dirty all over again, so sticky with lust she knows they would glisten if only light could get to them.

“Water’s gone,” he murmurs.

She can’t remember the word for assent, so she makes a noise and nods. He laughs. The hand that was at her shoulders is up behind her head now, and he holds her tighter and pulls her up a little more with the hand on her bottom. Then he shifts his hips and brings her down, onto him, and he does nothing to muffle the way she keens, only smiles lazy and clean at the way the sound bounces off every tile, halts as he slows, and picks back up as he brings her body fully onto his.

Her head feels like it is in the clouds. His hiss, and then his laugh, are like incense smoke, of the earth but oddly holy. Inside her and around her he is so very strong. It can’t be wrong to cling to him, she tells herself. And she has to hope she is right, because her arms are already around his neck, and already she is dreaming of threading her fingers into his beautiful pinned-up hair.

#piofiore yang #piofiore fanfiction #pseu slings

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heroloverangel · 4 years ago

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Stray

Happy Spooky Month, my Halloween costume is Villain Fucker.

You always did have a bad habit for taking in strays. As a kid, your parents constantly scolded you for feeding random dogs and bringing unfamiliar cats into the house. Keep giving it a place to go, they’d warn you every time, and you’d only tempt a stray animal to stick around.

Meeting Dabi was a lucky coincidence for both of you. You were being harassed by a pair of criminals on your way home, and were lucky that their threats were loud enough to annoy the real villain passing by. They were easy enough to deal with, and he was lucky that you wanted to thank him for his help. By the time you realized he only planned to take care of the muggers for bothering him, and never meant to help you, he was already in your bed. Months later, those old warnings still echo in your head whenever he shows up unannounced, eager for some comfort before he runs back off into the night.

You know it’s irrational to worry about him. He kills people for fun and profit, the world would objectively be a safer place if he were captured. Yet somehow, whenever you hear news about heroes clashing with the League of Villains, you’re secretly hoping he gets away and is headed towards your tiny, broken down apartment. Even though he’s never said it, you like to think he’s grateful for the safe spot to recover after a rough fight.

Today sounds like a really rough fight. It’s been hours already and the reporters are still describing the battle that happened earlier. Four heroes have been rushed to the hospital, and at least one villain was injured before fleeing. It’s disappointing that they don’t tell you who it was, and you’ve been glued to your phone the entire day. It’s not as if you can just call him like a normal person, but this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gotten a vague text from an unknown number letting you know he’s alive.

It’s well after dark now, and the wait is driving you crazy. After another twenty minutes, you finally turn off the news and stand up to stretch. It won’t do much for your frazzled nerves, but a shower will at least help relax your tense muscles while you wait for information. You stay there until the hot water runs out then stand in the bathroom, breathing in the remaining steam and trying to take your mind off off him. You’re wrapping a towel around yourself when you’re startled by a sudden, loud SLAM from the other room that scares you half to death.

It’s silent for a minute before you gather enough courage to open the door and peek out. Immediately you let out a sigh of relief at the scene in front of you. Dabi’s standing with his back to you, reeking the distinct scent of ash and smoke that you’ve come to associate with him, his jacket sporting plenty of fresh damage. Blood drips from his knuckles, and it takes you too long to notice the smoldering, fist-sized hole he’s just punched into your wall. Well, that explains the noise.

“Hey,” you begin, but there’s no reaction. Cautiously you step closer. “I...um. I saw what happened, I’m glad you came over.” Still nothing. “Are you okay? Dabi?” You reach out to touch his shoulder, and it breaks him out of whatever thought he’d been focused on.

He spins around to face you and for the first time since you met, you’re actually afraid of him. You’ve never seen him this angry before, glaring at you with a look of rabid fury in his eyes. Automatically you step back but he’s fueled by adrenaline and moves too fast to avoid. His hand latches around your throat and squeezes, holding you in place as his lips crash down on yours.

The staples decorating his face are warm, a familiar side effect of his quirk, and scrape roughly along your skin as he forces your mouth open for his tongue. His free hand yanks off the towel wrapped around you and gropes at your chest before you can stop him. Your nipples harden at his touch; despite his harsh treatment, he knows more than enough about how to get your pulse racing for him. A calloused thumb rubs over your nipple and he tightens on your neck in response to the moan you let out.

You push at his chest for air, and eventually he releases you with a final, stinging bite to your lower lip. There’s a metallic taste of blood when you swallow. You chance another glance up at him and his grin does nothing to put you at ease; he looks far too much like a wild animal baring his teeth at his prey. “Hey, doll.” He grabs your chin and forces another kiss on you the moment you open your mouth, barely restraining his agitation with every move. The grip on your shoulders is almost painful as he pulls you against his overheated body, his cock already hard beneath his pants. Your skin is so soft and vulnerable compared to his, and you struggle in protest when his nails sink into your arms. “You gonna reject me?” His voice is a snarl when he pulls back next. “Really? After all the shit I’ve been through today?” You can tell from his tone, it’s more of a warning than a guilt trip.

“Sorry,” you offer, rubbing soothing circles into his tense shoulders. “What can I do?” You’re always so obedient for him, practically begging him to leave you bruised and aching. That’s what keeps Dabi coming back more than anything, and the tiny gasp that slips out of you when he pinches sharply on your nipples has him throbbing. You’re such a cute toy for him to play with.

“Get on your knees, slut.” You lower yourself in front of him without an argument, watching him fumble with his belt until he’s able to free his dick for your attention. “Put that fucking mouth to good use.”

You nod, giving him a sweet smile before wrapping your hand around the base and running your tongue over the leaking tip of his cock. Dabi lets out a pleased grunt when you suck gently on the head and release him with a wet pop. You focus on the underside of it, giving slow, gentle kisses to the row of piercings along his shaft. He’s sensitive there, and the horny growl he gives you has your cunt dripping in anticipation. Your other hand moves lower to cup his balls and you trace over his veins, enjoying how they pulse eagerly under your fingers. Carefully you graze along his length, and are rewarded with a violent yank at your hair.

“Cut that teasing shit out before I break your goddamn teeth.” Your apology is muted by his dick shoving back into your mouth. You swirl your tongue over him again, opening wider to take more of his cock past your lips. You know he wants to jam himself down your throat, but you’ll need to work up to that. You bob up and down on him, slowly sucking more of his dick and his hips begin to rock with your movements. A hand weaves into your hair and you wince at the feel of his staples catching on the strands, but he ignores your discomfort in favor of pulling you further around him. “Take me like a good little bitch.”

He keeps the steady pressure on your head but lets you work at your own pace, and soon enough the tip of your tongue is rubbing against the last of his piercings. You’ve only got a few inches left, surely you won’t mind a bit of help. The squeal you let out is muffled as Dabi’s fist tightens around your skull to hold you steady as his hips rut forward, jamming the full length of his cock into your unsuspecting mouth. You’re too busy trying not to gag to appreciate the delighted moan he gives you, your poor throat spasming wildly around the intrusion. You look up at him with watery eyes and he’s smirking at you with pride. “Don’t keep me waiting, doll.”

For a moment you’ve forgotten how to breathe and only kneel there choking on him until he withdraws just a fraction and you remember to take merciful air into your lungs. You relax the muscles as best you can, a difficult task with his dick rammed against your tonsils. You start moving again, letting his strong hand guide you back and forth on his cock exactly how he likes it.You focus on his heavy panting, the obscene things he hisses at you through gritted teeth make you pussy clench. You can tell he’s getting close, and you double your efforts to help him finish.

An unexpectedly harsh buck of his hips has your throat tightening around him on instinct, and his moan signals his impending release. He tugs your head back and pulls out of your mouth, saliva coating every inch of him. You don’t have time to react as his free hand grips his twitching cock, jerking himself for a few seconds before he orgasms, strands of cum spurting out onto your lips and sliding down your chin to your chest. ��Fuck,” he sighs. “You look good like that.” He looks down at you expectantly and you get the message. You make a show of running your fingers through the mess, dragging the hot cum further over your breasts and hard nipples then bringing it to your mouth to lick it off.

Dabi’s insatiable now that you’ve made the mistake of encouraging him. “Up,” he demands, and you scramble to your feet before he can yank you up by your scalp. He inspects your face, admiring his work and his thumb wipes off a tear you hadn’t realized had escaped. He kisses you again while his hands roam over your heated skin, and the wetness between your thighs is undeniable. “You sure play innocent when you’re getting soaked over choking on my dick,” he taunts. He doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing you instead and dragging you towards your bed. He shoves your face into the pillows and you struggle to lift yourself but he presses on your back to keep you down. You hear him stripping off his clothes and then rough, feverish skin is flush against your own. He gropes at your hips, pulling your lower half onto your knees. “Ass up, slut,” he orders, cock already recovered and rubbing along your dripping folds.

“Dabiii,” you whine, wiggling to make him slide against you. “Just put it in already--ohhh…” He slides in and you get no time to adjust to the stretch of him as he bottoms out without stopping. You’d been nervous about his piercings the first time you slept together, but now they send a shiver down your spine when you feel the warm metal rub inside you. Positioned like this, they stroke over your g-spot with each thrust and you’re babbling praise at him within minutes.

“I never get enough of this pussy,” he murmurs, bruising grip on your ass. “Always so ready to milk my cock, huh?” You dig your fists into the pillow and nod, words catching in your throat as he fucks into you more aggressively. He stretches over you, warm chest pressing against your back while he bites sharply along your neck. You clench down on him and he laughs at you. “That’s my sweet little cumdump.”

“God, Dabi…” you trail off, hissing when his nails sink into your hips to pull you onto him. He hammers inside you faster, chasing his own end and merely taking you along for the ride. This deep, you can feel him throbbing with a need to dominate you; the sounds forced from your abused throat tell him you’re loving every mark and bite he leaves on your naked body. His teeth sink deeper into the smooth skin of your shoulder and you wince. “That hurts,” you complain, trying to squirm and put some distance away from his jaws. He only fucks inside you harder in response, obviously enjoying your struggle.

“That’s the point.” One hand slides over your bruised hip to finger your swollen clit and your back arches up against him. “Oh, shit. Feel how hard you’re squeezing my dick?” You shudder, his ragged voice in your ear makes you feel like you’re burning alive. You bury your face back in the pillows and do your best to keep your cool, but tonight he wants to hear every filthy noise he can urge out of your needy mouth. He releases your hip to yank your head up, grip hard enough that for a moment you wonder if he’s actually trying to snap your neck. “You’re gonna make everyone in this piece of shit building know who’s fucking you.”

That’s how it always is with Dabi. He gets to keep some sense of self respect when he comes, while you’re reduced to a squealing mess for him. His fingers grow merciless as they tease your clit, demanding louder cries from you with every touch. “Don’t stop,” you pant, the tension inside you straining to the breaking point. “I’m gonna...fuck, there!” You hadn’t realized that he was just as close, and the steady twitch of your pussy around him is enough to send him over the edge. “Feels so...D-Dabi!”” you wail, feeling every drop of his hot cum pooling inside you. Your own orgasm feels like fire in your veins as your greedy cunt takes everything he’ll give you, battered voice begging for it. You’d be embarrassed with yourself if your brain hadn’t effectively shut down long before this point.

He releases you, letting your spent body drop face-first into the bed while he rides out his pleasure. You can feel the punishing smack of his hips slow to a lazy grind before he finally pulls out. He looks down at your exhausted, marked up form and gives a solid slap to your bruised ass to bring you back to your senses. “You good?”

“...Ugh. Good enough,” you mumble. You lay there boneless and immobile while he stretches and wanders off to your bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and an insult shouted out at the freezing water, and manage to pull yourself up to a sitting position by the time he comes out. Of course he’s scrubbing the remaining ash out of his hair with your last clean towel. “Wow, you look like shit,” he taunts as he collects his clothes.

“Yeah, well fuck you too.”

There’s a flutter in your stomach when he smirks at you in return. “You couldn’t handle that again.” He shoves his boots back on and to your surprise, leans over to kiss you. “Gonna lay low for a week maybe. Fix your hot water before I get back.”

You roll you eyes. “You make a lot of demands for a guy who doesn’t live here.”

He shrugs, pulls his jacket around himself and heads for the door. “That’s your fault, doll.”

The door slams behind him and you sigh, your limbs protesting as you stretch your sore muscles. You’re left alone with your thoughts, and outside the heat of the moment you wonder if you should feel guilty. You’re not stupid; you know what he is, and that some day this is all going to end badly for both of you. Still, in your heart you know that you’ll never be able to turn him in to the heroes. Maybe it’s some misplaced sense of loyalty, maybe it’s just the sex, but you hate the idea of seeing him caught.

He’s trouble, but he’s your stray.

#lemon #bnha x reader #dabi x reader

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that-dark-girl · 5 years ago

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(Oneshot) Pairing: Dark!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Young!(cis)female!reader

Words: 2400+

Warnings: NON-CONSENSUAL/DUBIOUS CONTENT (read at your own risk). 18+. Age Gap. Blackmail. Semi-public and Unprotected sex (This is fanfiction. Please be safe)

Summary: Young and innocent, you caught Bucky’s eye. When you try to evade his advances, he decides to take matter into his own hands.

A/N: This is my first dark!fic! It’s for the Writing Game of @darkficsyouneveraskedfor . The prompts I got were Library + Age Gap. Hope you like it!

Walking along the aisle with slow steps, you examined the the bookshelves intently as your eyes loomed over the titles. In the far corner of the large and spacious library in your college, hidden and secluded from the other students, you found your solace in these books. You could spend an eternity drowning in them. It wasn’t like you could be at other places either.

Here, at least you were out of reach and secure from that one man. Or so you thought.

Silence is what the library was used to. Not getting any attention is what you were used to. But none got any of that.

At the very end of the aisle, you pondered over the title and author combinations on the spine of the covers. You reached out to pick one to read the description when suddenly a black glove covered your mouth and another hand came creeping around your waist in a tight clasp. You screamed, but hardly did any noise come out. You struggled, but the arms kept you immobile in the hold of their owner.

“Quiet, little girl,” A voice came from behind. Your eyes widened with disbelief when you recognised it. How could he be here? “Haven’t you been clever, little minx? Always slipping out of my grasp before I even got a chance to hold you, huh?” His lips brushed the lobe of your ear, “Well, Y/N, now that I have gotten a hold of you, you won’t be able to leave it anytime soon, baby.”

You closed your eyes, wishing that it was a dream and you’d soon wake up in your own mess of a bed; that someone would come around in this abandoned section for free you; that you were paranoid and he’d disappear when you’d open your eyes.

You lifted your eyelids. Bucky hadn’t disappeared. Neither was there a saviour at the other end of the aisle nor were you in your bed. All of this was painstakingly real for you.

A few months ago, your older bother’s dream came true when he joined the Avengers. Around the same time you’d gotten freshly out of school and into this college. Being family to Kevin, you were invited to all the Stark parties which were held in the tower. That’s when you met all the Avengers in person. That’s when Bucky found you.

The sweet and innocent young lady, so very different from the those he was constantly surrounded with. New to the tower and new to the actual world, you were someone he didn’t know he craved until he’d gotten a taste of, or here, a look at you. He knew from that moment that he wanted you. He deeply desired you. But you didn’t.

That upset him, but not enough to deter him. In every event you attended in his presence, he’d always find a way to linger around you, join in on your conversations whether or not he could give some input, eyes always tailing your form without another catching a whiff of it, touch you anywhere he could or try to corner you. Irritated and suffocated by his very self, you ceased going to any such events.

Out is sight, out of mind, right? Yet no matter how hard Bucky tried, he couldn’t seem to forget you or your beautiful doe eyes. The fact that he’d discovered he why he didn’t see you any longer following Kevin around angered him. You didn’t want to be near him. You rejected him the pleasure of being in your company. After getting denied of most things for 70 fucking years, Bucky didn’t take rejection so well.

“You thought you could hide from me, huh? You thought if you wouldn’t come to the tower, I couldn’t find you? Baby doll, nobody is hidden from the Winter Soldier.” Bucky sneered in your ear, “I always get what I want. And I want you.”

You didn’t stop screaming, yet his gloves never let a noise out. His hard erection poking between your ass cheeks was the only thing your mind could think about now. His hand around your waist went to the hem of your bottoms to draw them down. Your wrists tried to hold his, but he was way to strong for you to overpower physically.

Bucky had a hard time trying to undress you with your body wiggling and struggling. Bucky had wanted you for so long, he didn’t have the patience to spend his time in trying to keep you in check rather than being inside you.

“Do you know why your brother is on the team, doll? While half of them voted for him, the other half voted against him. It was my last vote which got him on board. And you know the best part? I could still change it if I want to.” He spoke threateningly in your ear, “You do want him to be on the team, don’t you Y/N?”

Despite his warm body pressed against you, he didn’t miss the chills running down your spine. He smirked when your struggling nearly halted. Seeing his potential, Kevin’s voting process was a unanimous one. You didn’t know that though.

Though Kevin’s combat skills were out of the world, he didn’t have have any super powers or strength like Wanda or Bucky. You couldn’t believe what Bucky said, but it was true that he could easily be cast out by that fact alone. Yet he was there, saving the world day in and day out by his meticulous hard work. You’d been there with him when the got the acceptance mail. You’d heard him gush about training and his first mission as an Avenger. You’d listened to your parents talk so proudly of him. His dream had come true, and you didn’t have the heart to take it away from him.

“Now be a good girl and don’t scream when I take my hand off. Trust me, you don’t wanna know the consequences otherwise.” You nodded meekly.

Whimpers left you as the tears collected in your eyes. You didn’t want to give up, “Bucky, please, you don’t have to do this.” You hoped you didn’t stutter.

“I can and will do this, doll.” Bucky’s hands gingerly snaked inside your pants. His fingers swiped through your slit, “Not wet? Don’t you worry, doll, I’ll make you.” Bringing his fingers up to your clit, he massaged your nub expertly. You closed your eyes as the sudden stimulation sent a jolt through you.

His metal arm slid under your bra to grope you breasts. Your nipples were rolled into hard rocks by his metal fingers. He started grinding his very prominent erection into your ass. The onslaught made you feel dirty and used in more ways than one.

“Please… please don’t so this.” You tried to change his mind again, but your words fell on deaf years.

“You really don’t want to anger me any further than you already have, Y/N.” He wasn’t going slow before, but his fingers’ pace on your bundle of nerves increased greatly. You tried to stifle the moan raising out of you. Sensing the inevitable, his metal arm shifted back from your breasts to your mouth, “You feeling good, doll? Could’ve felt way better than this had you come to me sooner. But it’s no late now.”

He rubbed your clit in various patters which sent your mind into an overdrive of pleasure. The tears fell freely when you realised your felt good with his demeaning actions. It didn’t take much time for the wetness to collect. Feeling it too, Bucky inserted a finger slowly into your channel as his palm overtook the work on your nub.

“Oh, look who’s wet now.” His lips sucked hickeys on your neck as his fingers stimulated you some more, “Can’t wait for you any longer, Y/N.”

His fingers left you abruptly. Hearing the shuffling behind you, you knew he was getting himself free. He worked your pants down too. The tears ran down faster, your heart fearingly awaiting the doom soon to come your way. Taking himself into his hands and stroking, he bent at the knees and guided himself inside you. A loud gasp left your lips as his head entered you.

You didn’t exactly know how long he was, but seeing his burly body and the fact that the serum had enhanced the rest of him, you thought he must have been longer than average. You didn’t expect the stretch that followed though. He was thick and veiny all around; and deathly so. You could feel his veins pulsing as your walls tightened painfully around him. “So fucking tight, doll.” Bucky groaned into your ear. Your head fell back onto his shoulders as your hands held bookshelf in search of support. With every inch that he inserted inside you, you thought that was it but he kept pushing more. You didn’t know how you could handle the thickness and the length he possessed.

Balls deep inside you, Bucky breathed into your shoulder. He had to will himself not to come then and there. He dearly wanted to have fun with you first. The velvety walls gripping him so hard made it difficult though.

Thinking he’d waited enough for you to adjust, he drew his pole out before driving into you with much more vigour. You hissed at the pain that followed, but his gloves absorbed all the noises. He breathed heavily against your neck as he shoved into you hard and fast.

Slowly but surely, it started feeling nice at some point. Spreading your legs further, you didn’t realise that you’d started bucking your hips back to meet his. Your own breathing had become laboured. The feel of him giving the much needed friction to your walls made you moan. The intensity of your moans which you made couldn’t be heard properly, and you had no doubt that Bucky’s gloves were some noise cancelling gadgets of Stark.

Bucky grunted lowly. He didn’t want to draw any attention, so he had to force himself to be as low as possible. He desperately needed the skin on skin contact with you. But he knew that couldn’t happen now.

He moved a bit behind you so he could mark new love bites on your neck. The position made his cock touch new sides inside you, especially the g-spot. It got stimulated with every push of his. Pulses attacked your nerves as if a thunderbolt had hit you. Though your selected previous partners had made you feel good, they couldn’t reach that spot inside you.

You head started swimming in a pool of pleasure as a knot started unwinding in your stomach. Your walls started squeezing his member. Bucky couldn’t take the assault of your silky walls around him. He started railing into you vigorously with quick motions to get himself undone.

You sensed his end as well. You didn’t want him to come inside you, so you shook your head as best as you could in his confinement. Bucky noticed, “It’s okay, baby. You- ah… you can’t stop me from coming inside you.”

You could feel the large vein on his underside pulse. Soon after ropes of cum hit your walls. You didn’t want that, but it also meant that his torture was over. His pace didn’t falter though. You thought he’d soften, but his pole remained hard as if he hadn’t just come. You wept, not knowing how much longer this would go on or how much longer you could handle being at his mercy.

Your body didn’t mind his eagerness. Stiff as pebbles, your nipples brushed against your bra as he pounded ferociously into you. It was painful yet pleasure. Everything inside you was. His hand around your waist came down to your clit, rubbing until you saw stars.

With his cum already inside you, the quenching of his every push inside you could be heard. His cum had started dribbling down your thighs. The bubble in your lower abdomen kept building, threatening to burst any moment now. Still profoundly stimulated, Bucky was soon to come again.

His thrusts became short yet hard and unrelenting, touching your spot at every upshot. White hot pleasure ran through your veins when you orgasmed. Your thighs shook as your body squirmed. Unable to hold your weight on just your hands, you would have lost your balance had it not been for Bucky’s metal arm catching a hold of your waist. He couldn’t take the pressure or your drumming walls around his already sensitive shaft and came soon, adding to the viscous load of white cream he’d put in you before.

Coming down from your high, you both panted briskly. He slowly and carefully pulled out of you. He soon brought your panties up and around your waist before dollops of his come could fall or slide down your thighs. Your panties felt wet and squishy against your skin as the mixture of your and his come stained it.

Bucky backed off, putting himself back inside his pants. You brought your own up. You didn’t have the guts to turn around and face the beast of a man behind you. He made that decision for you nevertheless.

Putting his beefy hands on the bookshelf behind you, Bucky effectively caged you after he spun you around. Looking at the blue henley he wore, you knew the others would see him as a senior prancing about the college. He truly knew how to mix in well with the crowd. He had a deadly glare on his face as he stared deep into your eyes.

Taking a step further towards you, he said, “Sweetheart, I think you know better than to mention this to anyone. You know the consequences after all, don’t you?” You had no option but to nod along.

Bucky swore he hadn’t seen anything more heart-melting than your deeply flushed cheeks and glistening eyes over your barely adult face nodding eagerly to his words. The visible love bites on your skin added to his satisfaction, “Good.” He couldn’t stop himself from bending down and clamping your lips in his in a needy kiss. It was really just a little more than a peck, yet it was deep and passionate. His teeth bit your bottom lip before he pulled away.

“I expect to see you at Stark’s party in the tower this weekend. I am sure Kevin has extended his invitation to you.“ He predicted what you’d do when you opened your mouth to say a ‘No’, but he didn’t give you any chance before he stepped back and started walking away.

He hardly took a couple of steps before turning back to you, “Oh, and mind that I don’t find any panties on you, doll.” And with that he marched away.

On the weekend he’d have you all to himself in the privacy of his bedroom where he could be as loud as he wanted and hear your sinful moans. He would be able to feel your soft skin brushing against his. He’d have his toys and plenty of time. Just thinking about the weekend made him twitch in his pants. It was a good thing that now he could jerk off to an actual memory rather than just his imagination.

God, Bucky couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive any sooner.

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alindakb · 4 years ago

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Promises - by Alinda

Draco slams the door and walks away from the empty classroom. Fuck Potter and his stupid ideas. Why did Draco even consider that he would help? Potter has never been kind to Draco. No, he’s only kind to his friends and fellow Gryffindors. Oh, and Ravenclaws are fine too. And maybe he’ll help you if you’re a Hufflepuff. But no, Slytherins are all evil and want to worship the Dark Lord. Even when they hate the bastard as much as perfect stupid Potter does.

“Malfoy,” Potter yells from behind. “Slow down, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Draco ignores Potter and just keeps walking. He goes down the stairs and crosses the entrance hall. He can hear the noises of dinner from the Great Hall. For one moment he considers to join the others and eat something. But the idea of forcing food into his mouth, chewing it and making small talk with his so-called friends is just too much. So he keeps on walking, down the stairs to the dungeon.

“Fuck, Malfoy, will you just hear me out,” Potter says somewhere behind him. Draco can hear his footsteps speeding up. Just a few more steps and Draco will be rid of him. There is no way Potter can follow him into the Slytherin common room. Draco takes his wand in his hands and is ready to point it at the wall when Potter’s hand grabs his arm and spins Draco around.

“I suck with words, okay. I’m sorry. Fuck, Malfoy, you surprised me. After what I did to you, you should hate me.”

Draco shakes his head. “You’re an idiot, Potter. And it’s clear you hate me. I’ll find another way out.” A more permanent way, Draco thinks in his head. It’s the only way to save his mother now that even Potter won’t help him.

Potter looks around and lets go of Draco’s arm. “Can we go somewhere to talk, please. I do want to help.”

“Don’t make promises you won’t keep, Potter,” Draco spits at him. He follows how Potter pushes his hand throw his own hair, making the mess it is even worse. The urge to try to tame it has Draco almost raise his wand and point it at Potter. But he remembers what happened last time he raised his wand, and Draco doesn’t feel like spending another week in the hospital wing to recover from wounds he wished had killed him.

“What do I need to do for you to believe me?” Potter asks. His eyes look so earnest and Draco has to swallow the lump in his throat. Merlin, why can’t he never keep his act together when Potter is near.

Potter takes a step closer to Draco. Draco can feel his breath on his face. He can’t help but look at Potter’s lips and wonder what it would feel like to kiss them. A smile forms on Potter’s face and Draco shifts his vision back to Potter’s eyes. But he doesn’t miss how Potter licks his bottom lip and leans a little closer to Draco. Draco leans forward and before he knows what he’s doing his lips lock with Potter’s. Draco’s heartbeat speeds up as they kiss. His hands slide around Potter’s waist and pulls him against him. Potter’s hands end up behind Draco’s face and grabs onto his hair. The kiss is heated and desperate, like both of them think the other could change their mind any second.

Draco is the one that pulls away first. When his brain starts to work again and he realises they are in the hallway in front of the Slytherin common room. Potter rests his forehead against Draco’s and smiles, his hands sliding over Draco’s back.

“Believe me now?” Potter jokes.

Draco laughs and nods his head. “Not so clueless after all, I see,” Draco throws back, making Harry laugh out loud too. “You got that cloak of you with you?,” Draco asks Potter. “Help me sneak you into my bed?”

“Fuck, you don’t waste any time, don’t you?” Harry says.

“The guy I’ve been crushing on for the last three years just kissed me, I've got a death sentence hovering above my head and I’m still a virgin. So no, I don’t want to waste any time. Not when I can finally get something I’ve wanted for so long.”

Potter nods his head and pulls his cloak from his bag. “Just promise not to break my nose this time around,” he jokes before he disappears underneath the cloak.

“Just follow me and don’t walk into anyone and I’ll leave your nose intact,” Draco tells him before he turns toward the wall. He ticks it with his wand and says the password. The wall opens up and Draco walks into the almost empty common room. Luckily, Pansy, Greg and Vincent are still at dinner so Draco doesn’t have to shake them off. He walks straight to the stairs, goes down and opens the door to the sixth years' dorm. He walks in and sees that nobody is back yet. “Close the door behind you, Potter,” he says when he sits down on his own bed.

Potter comes back in view. Draco watches as he looks around the room. “I’d expected this room to be clean and tidy,” he lets out.

Draco laughs. “Why? Because we Slytherins are all good at cleaning up after ourselves? You do realise that this is a dorm room for sixteen-year-old boys.”

Potter moves towards Draco and throws his backpack and cloak onto the end of the bed. “Proves you’re all just as human as us. Is nice to know. Especially since I’m not leaving until you know what it’s like to be fucked.” Potter hovers over Draco, his hand in Draco’s hair. Draco grabs Potter’s waist and pulls him close. They start to kiss again, this time slower but still full of urgency. Draco wants this so bad, has dreamed of this moment for years. And now, when all hope seems lost, he can finally touch Potter.

“Get onto the bed so I can close the drapes. Before the others come back from dinner,” Draco tells Potter. Potter nods and obeys.

Once the curtains are closed and after Draco has activated his privacy charms the real action begins. Potter hovers over Draco’s body and starts to unbutton his shirt while his lips grace Draco’s neck. It’s perfect, amazing and terrifying at the same time. Had Potter done this before? Because Draco hasn’t. He has no idea what to do our how this is going to work. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a virgin. Even the kiss they just shared was Draco’s first kiss. What if Potter notices how insecure Draco is, how inexperienced. Especially because it looks like Potter knows what he’s doing.

“Stop worrying and join me,” Potter whispers in his ears.

Draco closes his eyes and places his arm over his face. “I’m a virgin, Potter, who’s about to have sex for the first time, completely normal time to freak out.”

Potter takes Draco’s arms and pins them above Draco’s head. “We don’t have to do this. I’m fine with just kissing you for now. We’re sixteen, we’ve got our whole life in front of us.”

“Potter, he’s going to kill us both. Me first when he realises I don’t plan to do what he asks of me. And you as soon as he gets the chance. We don’t have a life in front of us, we just have weeks, if we’re lucky months.”

Potter sits up and stares at Draco. “You really believe that, don’t you? That he’s going to win.”

Draco nods his head and then turns away. He can’t look at the disappointment in Potter’s eyes.

“Well, you’re wrong. I won’t let him. Me and Dumbledore, we’re working on a plan. One that will be the end of him.” Potter’s hand turns Draco’s head so Draco has to look at Potter. “He’s not going to win. I won’t let him destroy our world and our way of life. And I won’t let him hurt you. I promise we’ll find a way to save you and your mother.”

Tears fall from Draco’s eyes. He tries to stop them but he can’t hold them in. Potter’s finger swipes them away before he leans in and places a soft kiss on Draco’s lips. He lays down next to Draco and pulls him into a hug. “It’s going to be fine. I don’t know how, but we’ll figure it out. Together, yes?”

Draco nods against Potter’s chest. He has no idea how they ended up like this, comforting each other. But it feels good, safe even. And it isn’t long before Draco lets that feeling take over and falls asleep.

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