#i just want to be able to toss it on my tv and loop in the background while i exist
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trashbaget · 2 years ago
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i just think the world would be so much better off if “eyewitness” (2016) were on a diddly damn streamer
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arkytiorwrites · 2 years ago
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Day 2: If You Love Her
Tony Stark x Reader
We love Tony no matter the year, but 2008 party animal Tony has a special place in my heart.
He’s also the least traumatized, but we don’t talk about that.
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Looking around the area that had once been the backyard, I heaved a sigh and shook my head at the shenanigans of the rich., They gave party animals a whole new definition.
Picking my way through the passed out, drunk, and high bodies littering the deck and lawn chairs, I toed off my flip-flops, pulled out my guitar, and sat down beside the pool.
Tony and I had been friends for years, and seeing someone I loved throw himself away like this broke my heart. Yet, when he had invited me to play at a party he
was hosting, I had thought it would be a small, private event. Not... all of Hollywood.
Absently swishing my leg through the cold water, I swiftly tuned my trusty old guitar to play the song that had been looping through my mind for days.
Tossing back a finger of bourbon, Tony watched his closest friend begin to play their guitar.
The wild artist had managed to capture his attention in ways no one had ever managed before. They had never cared that he was the Tony Stark, all they wanted was to know Tony. The man behind the genius, billionare, playboy! philanthropist; and for that, he would never be able to repay them.
Just as he was about to call out to them from inside his home, they began to sing.
"Take it,
If he gives you his heart don't you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”
Their voice resonated off the water, and the guitar added to the soft calm they emitted.
"He always has trouble falling asleep.
And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.
He loves rock songs and dancing, and bad trash TV.
There's still a few other things."
Ever since he had met her all the way back at MIT, the billionaire had struggled with his feelings for the wanderer. The fact that they could go when they chose, and could do anything with little to no repercussions made them all the more alluring.
"He loves love notes and inventions, and likes giving gifts,
Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.
He loves his whole family, and all of his friends,
So, if you're the one he lets in…”
Wait. They couldn't possibly be...
"Take it,
If he gives you his heart don't you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He's the best thing that you'll ever have-“
Oh, dear God. They were. They were singing about him.
Stepping out onto the patio, attracting their attention to move from the water to him. As their eyes met, everything somehow clicked into place as they continued the lyrics.
"He’ll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side way and you'll make it.
He's the best thing that you'll have.
He'll love you if you love him like that."
They smiled at him gently as they kept going, clearly intending to get their point across in song. Tony wasn't complaining. Messy hair shifting in the cool ocean breeze, the image before the inventor brought him to the only logical conclusion for the image before him. He had fallen in love with a fae creature of old; and they returned his feelings, and was using their magic to show him.
"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,
Run your hands through his hair whenever he's sad.
And when he doesn't notice how pretty he is,
Tell him over and over so he never forgets!
Take it,
If he gives you his heart don’t you break it.
Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.
He'll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side, and you'll make it,
He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”
Tony didn't want to waste another second, Following the same path that Y/N had taken, he sat down next to them and didn’t pull his gaze away from them for a moment.
“He'll love you of you love him like that
He'll love you if love him like that.
He'll love you if you love him, he'll love you if you love him like that.
Just to love you, just to love you, just to love you
He’ll love you if you love him
On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.
Stand side by side and you'll make it.
He's this best thing that you'll ever have.
He'll love you if you love him, like that."
They fell silent as the last notes echoed through the yard.
Holding out his hand, Tony wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Y/N accepted. Slotting their fingers together perfectly like they were designed to fit only each other’s.
"How long?" Tony finally asked after a long moment of peaceful silence.
“After I graduated," they admitted softly.
“Really?"
“Yeah, you?"
“Umm…"
Well now he was embarrassed. He'd loved them years before they felt the same. Of course, he had gone and fallen in love with some one who could read him like a large print book.
"You liked me way before that, didn't you?“ they asked. No judgement, just curious if they were right.
"Yeah," Tony admitted.
Y/N just smiled and rested their head on his shoulder; and he knew, come what may, they would stay by his side.
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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago
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countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.
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♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima  x fem!reader.
♡ word count: 6.1K
♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.
♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.
♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.
♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr. 
♡ author’s note(s):  um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33
♡ masterlist | requests
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“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”
your gaze flicks up  and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge.  you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of.  it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.
you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.
downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl.  “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.
“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”
it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.
in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”
“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”
“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”
bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat.  “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”
“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“
your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”
you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.
you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.
but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land  on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.
bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.
“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.
speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.
but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.
“i was—“
“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown,  before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.
you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.
kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”
“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.
“fuck you, that’s mean!”
“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”
a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”
it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.
“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.
“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”
“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”
you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”
the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.
“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”
it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.
kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.
after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.
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“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“
“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”
you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.
the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.
instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“
“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.
“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”
shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.
“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”
the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”
you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”
“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.
“...i mean...yes, sir.”
“atta fuckin’ girl.”
your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.
kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.
saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”
“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.
but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”
“she’s crying, katsuki.”
“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away  from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.
his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”
you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.
all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your  high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.
the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.
you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.
you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”
sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.
kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.
you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“
“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.
“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.
you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”
suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.
speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.
bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you,  there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.
you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”
“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.
“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”
nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.
the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.
the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”
his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.
you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling  your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.
“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.
“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.
even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.
your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.
three. the crowd cheers from outside.
“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.
two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.
their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”
one. happy new year!
“holy fucking shit!”
“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”
colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.
eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s  grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”
“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”
completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”
the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.
“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,”  mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.
bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”
kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”
“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.
it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.
happy fucking new year indeed.
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one more time | markhyuck
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"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc 
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warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping 
disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.
note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore​ i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore​
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against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.
but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.
plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.
talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"
deflowering mark.
punishing you.
he'd be killing two birds with one stone.
he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.
"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"
haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.
only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!
"what do you want?"
"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."
this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.
but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.
"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."
haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.
you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"
it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.
he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!
"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”
a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.
he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"
he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.
thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.
haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.
and mark, too. speaking of which…
you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."
before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"
he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.
he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.
"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.
haechan smiles.
"why don't you shut her up?"
it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.
frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.
and yet…
"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.
haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.
mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.
but he'll do no such thing.
not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.
your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"
you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.
"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"
there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.
"right, mark?"
"r – right…"
haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."
you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.
as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."
you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.
haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.
he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."
too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.
but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."
you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?
"no."
it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.
but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.
they weren't looking for you anymore.
just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.
haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."
he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.
there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.
rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.
something felt off.
the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.
"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"
this wasn't haechan.
and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.
how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.
how cruel. so, so cruel.
in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.
"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”
curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.
'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.
you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.
"i fucking hate you."
"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."
the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.
make him stop, your eyes said. please.
but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"
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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮
Description: the plan was simple - let the horror movie scare you enough that you look to him to ‘distract’ you. foolproof plan... right? 
Warning: explicit smut, a fat dose of crack???
Length: 1.4k words
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It was the oldest trick in the Boyfriend 101 handbook: convince your girlfriend to watch a horror movie with you, let the jumpscares work their magic, and then swoop in as the knight-in-shining-armour boyfriend who pulls her closer to ‘protect’ her.
(Yes, he got the idea from a shoujo manga that he had decided to read ‘ironically’. No, he doesn’t want to talk about it.)
For a moment, Osamu was almost sure it wouldn’t work. You had eyed him suspiciously, gaze hardened with scrutiny as you inquired why he was suddenly so insistent on having the first pick of the movie for the night. 
Your suspicions weren’t unfound - every other time, your boyfriend would simply leave it to you, agreeing to your movie suggestions with a noncommittal shrug. Therefore, it made sense for you to be a little wary when his usual nonchalance was replaced by an eerie level of insistence to choose the title of the night. 
You were certainly vocal about your displeasure when the opening credits rolled in, the ‘Ringu’ flashing bright across the screen. Still, his promise of treating you to homemade mochi afterward had you falling silent and begrudgingly settling back into the couch. 
But when Osamu catches sight of your transfixed state, eyes pulled wide in dreaded trepidation as you follow the sluggish movements of the ghastly figure, he almost feels a tinge sadistic for putting you through this. He, on the other hand, has managed to maintain his usual deadpan expression. 
(He’s had plenty of practice anyway - not even Sadako could hold a candle to the horrors of a childhood spent with Atsumu.)
His attention is abruptly drawn away from the screen and his thoughts when he feels the light tug on his shirt. His brow is already raised in question, moving his gaze to you and-
Fuck. Oh, fuck. The guilt was going to eat him up alright. 
The harsh brightness of the TV light cascades on to your face, reflecting off the gleam of moisture hazed over your eyes as you look up at him. You’ve shuffled much closer to him now, your body practically molded into his side; Osamu can feel you trembling. And, oh, Jesus, your bottom lip is all wobbly as you attempt to speak.
“‘Samu…” your words dissolve into a quiet whimper of his name, his shirt fisted in your hand, desperately pulling him closer to you.
He’s quick to wrap one strong arm around your quivering form. The other is bent forward so his hand can gently cup your cheek, his thumb reaching out to lightly caress your lips. 
“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby.” 
You’re practically in his lap now, with your face buried in the crook of his neck. A shudder creeps down his spine when he feels the damp warmth of your shallow exhales, of your eyelashes lightly fluttering against his skin. You’re so soft, so warm, all nestled up into him, and your face is so close to his, and he- he wants to kiss you-
Tilting your head up slightly, Osamu ghosts his lips over yours.
“I’m gonna distract ya, ‘kay?” 
Upon feeling your slight nod, Osamu wastes no time pressing his lips against yours, moving his face down so he can gently mold them together. The kiss is lazy, with his lips leading yours in slow, languid movements, but it’s deep, it’s intoxicating and he wants to get lost in it, in you. 
You’re growing needier too, with the grip you have on the fabric of his shirt growing increasingly tighter. Your other hand is looped around his neck, fingers tangled in the short hairs right above his nape. Severing himself from your lips, he mouths along the cut of your jawline, trailing lower and lower until he’s at your throat. 
“‘Samu?”
“Hmm?” Osamu hums absent-mindedly, focused on sucking on the thin skin of your neck.
“This was your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it?”
“Maybe,” he chuckles sheepishly against your skin, “Is it workin’ out okay?”
“Maybe,” you echo back, the cheeky tone dissolving into a breathy murmur as you feel him lightly nipping up the sensitive skin at the back of your neck, “T-Think I might need you to, um, ‘distract’ me a, ah- a little m-more first before I decide.” 
“‘Kay. On yer back, princess.”  
It’s not long before you’re laying under him - bottom half naked and shirt haphazardly pulled up to your neck - with his hand nestled between your thighs. Osamu’s long fingers rub tight circles into your clit, drawing more and more slick to drip down your slit. Your eyes are screwed shut, bottom lip pulled painfully tight between your teeth as you wrestle your focus between his fingers and his warm mouth, currently wrapped around your nipple-
“W-Wait, no!”
Your eyes fly open in panic when you feel his lips trailing down your midriff. Tightening the grip of your nails into his back, you stop him, coaxing him back up to your eye level. Osamu raises a brow in question, tone incredulous, “Yer actually saying no to me eatin’ ya out?”
“Yes- I mean, no- Ju-Just not now,” you splutter, face flushing a bright crimson as you murmur sheepishly, “Need to keep you close…”
Osamu chuckles at that, but nonetheless, lets it go. Protective boyfriend scheme and all. 
Even when he’s inside you, he can feel how tense you are - probably from the eerie music still playing as the movie continues in the background. 
“F-Fuck, princess, if ya-” Osamu grunts heavily at the sensation of your hot cunt clenching down on his cock, “if ya clench that tight I- I won’t be able to last. R-Relax, yeah?” You whimper in response, weakly murmuring something about finding the remote-
The remote!
Shuffling slightly to his side, Osamu reaches across the table, scrambling for the little plastic device with his fingers until he can get a grip on it. Making haste, he points it at the receiver, pressing down on the red power button.
The room is immediately bathed in near pitch darkness. It’s dead silent, save for the intermingling of your staggering breaths with his. 
“Better?” Osamu whispers, turning back to reach your lips with his own. Your quiet moan is all the response he needs to guide his hips forward in a hard roll. His tongue tangles with yours as he grips on to your waist, the sharp sting of your nails biting into his back making him groan into the kiss. 
Feeling you wrap your legs snug around his waist, he reaches a hand down, lightly brushing his knuckles up the expanse of your thigh. You were still a little strung up, so hopefully, that would help soothe yo-
“S-SADAKO!”
Startled by your panicked shriek, Osamu pulls away abruptly, staring down at you in bewilderment, “Sadako? Wha-”
“I just felt a hand creep up my leg, and, oh my god, ‘Samu, she’s here- I- We- We shouldn’t have watched that, fuck-”
(Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.)
Osamu inhales deeply. He has to compose himself to resist the urge to burst into a fit of laughter.
(One. Two. Three.)
Exhaling slowly, he responds, tone reassuring (he hopes), “Baby, hey, hey. Look here. T’was me. Just me. There’s no-” (Don’t laugh or you’ll have to sleep on the couch for a week.) “-no Sadako, ‘kay?”
Feeling his hand squeeze your thigh - with a little more pressure this time - you nod, sighing in relief. “Good girl,” Osamu murmurs, eyes darkening again as he moves his hips in an experimental thrust, “Now... how about I fuck ya nice and hard so-”
“No.”
“Aw, c’mon, baby-”
“Nope.”
The torchlight of your phone bathes the room as he pulls away from your form. His hand finds your panties, flung haphazardly on the armrest of the couch. He tosses it in your direction before pulling his shorts back in place.
“You are now going to go make that mochi so we can eat it while marathoning through My Little Pony. Oh,” his scowl only continues growing bigger as you add, “and we’re not stopping until the sun’s up so I can sleep in peace.” 
“-and, you can hold me the entire time. That was the whole point of your little horror movie scheme anyway, wasn’t it?” 
Osamu can’t help the slight smile that forms on his face. Sounds like a pretty fair deal to him.
* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚
“Y’know... havin’ to hear ya scream someone else’s name while I’m fuckin’ ya. That really hurt my feelings.”
“Osamu. Mochi. Now.”
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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years ago
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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 13
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summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable. 
word count: 5.3K
warnings: explicit language, smut (18+!), oral sex, (female receiving), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, 
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"You better keep me posted this weekend while you're gone," Esmé said as she tossed you some more of your clothes out of your dresser for your suitcase.
You laughed, rolling your eyes jokingly at her. "Yes, Esmé. Because me going away with Aaron absolutely warrants me updating you about our little weekend rendezvous." You folded the clothes neatly before stacking them in a few different piles in your suitcase.
"Of course it does. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't nosy as all hell and wanted to know how things are going between you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?"
"One that isn't nosy as hell?"
"You should just tell him you're sick and spend the entire weekend with me," she teased. "No but in all seriousness, this is good for you guys. I'm excited for you."
You nodded your head, packing some of the toiletries into your bag. "It'll be nice to get away from everything for a bit, you know? Just me and him. Have some more time to get to know one another better."
Esmé hummed in agreement before a small smirk was plastered across her face. "Maybe it's time."
"Time for what?"
"For you and Aaron to...you know," Esmé laughed. "Come on. How much longer are you going to wait?"
The truth was you wanted Aaron badly. It had gotten to the point where you would find yourself moaning his name as you found your pleasure yourself. You just didn't want to rush things. You wanted to make sure that when it did happen that you weren't forcing it to happen. If all went well, when you guys finally did have sex, you wanted it to be something natural, the feeling of primal desire taking over the two of you in a mutual I need you to fuck me right now otherwise I might die on the spot manner.
"I don't know, E," you said sheepishly. "I'm not rushing things."
"Well here," Esmé said as she tossed you some more clothes from your dresser drawer. You scoffed playfully, rolling your eyes at the effort of your friend. She had tossed you your black lace lingerie set, the one that you weren't even sure if you could consider clothes because it barely covered any part of your body. "Take this up to the lake house with Aaron and maybe you'll get to take it for a spin," she teased.
You clutched the lingerie in your hands and your eyes darted back and forth between the suitcase and your friend. With a sigh of defeat, although there was hope behind it, you packed the lingerie into your bag.
"He'll have no choice but to fuck you silly if you wear that," Esmé concluded, shrugging her shoulders as if talking about your sex life and encouraging you to get it on was a normal occurrence between friends.
"You're too much sometimes, you know that?"
"Yeah, but I mean, hey. If you finally get to have your way with him, no harm no foul, right?"
The two of you burst into hysterical laughter as you finished packing your bags for the weekend away with Aaron.
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Aaron had picked you up later that afternoon and drove you up to the lake house that he rented, which of course, he refused to take any money from you for it. The drive was nice and easy, the two of you singing along to songs on the radio and calling Jessica to check in on how Jack was doing.
You stayed quiet when Aaron was talking to Jack, just in case. The two of you hadn't discussed yet whether or not you were going to tell Jack that there was something going on between the two of you.
And on top of that, the two of you had to have a conversation as to what exactly the two of you were doing. Besides making eachother happy and kissing any damn second you had.
Once you arrived at the lake house, Aaron carried in your bags as you got settled. The house was fairly modern in its design and was furnished in a similar manner. It had a bathroom, decorated with vintage fixtures, a kitchen that was much larger than the one at your apartment, and two bedrooms. Your favorite part of the house was definitely the back deck that you could clearly see the sunrise or sunset from and the fact that it was so close to the docks that you could walk down.
You and Aaron decided to spend the majority of the day curled up on the couch watching TV, being a bit tired from the drive up. After you ordered in some takeout- Thai was Aaron's pick- you had told him that you wanted to watch the sunset from the docks. You figured it would be something peaceful and relaxing for the two of you to wind down the day.
The two of you walked hand in hand down the dock that was only a few feet away from behind the house, feeling the cool breeze roll off of the water. You bumped shoulders gently as you walked, your hands swinging in between the gap of your bodies.
"It's nice up here. Quiet. It feels like a good place to get away and get some work done," Aaron said softly as you continued to walk.
"You didn't actually bring your work up with you did you?" you asked, hoping that you would have his undivided attention for the weekend.
"No, of course not," he laughed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "This weekend is just about me and you. Us."
"I like the sound of that," you murmured as you rested your head against his shoulder as you walked.
You continued to walk down the dock, nearing the end of it.
Aaron stopped at the edge of the dock, sighing lightly as he held you closer to his side. You watched as his gaze followed a passing boat and then drifted to the water in front of him. He let go of you from his side and squatted down, peering into the lake. He reached down, swirling his hand in the water. "You up for a swim?" he asked, squinting from the sunlight as he looked up at you.
"I have to go get changed first but then I wouldn't mind," you told him as you kept your eyes on him as he stood up in front of you, wiping his wet hand on his jeans.
"Let's just go now," he said with a playful smile, grinning from ear to ear.
"Aaron, sweetie," you laughed. "I'm not going to swim in my regular clothes."
Aaron raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Y/N, I don't think you have a choice," he chuckled.
"Aaron, I don't-" was all you managed to say before Aaron lunged forward and grabbed you by your hips. His grip was iron tight as he threw you over his shoulder while you flailed in his arms.
"Hey come on!" you hollered, laughing as you looked at the world upside down from his grip. You weren't going to complain too much, not when you got a view of his firm ass.
"Hold your breath!" Aaron laughed. And the next thing you knew, he was tossing you off of his shoulder into the water.
You held your breath as you sank down into the water, feeling your clothes cling to your body immediately when you landed in the lake. It wasn't as cold as you had anticipated, which was a relief. It felt refreshing and cooled you off quickly.
You exhaled out of your nose underneath the water, feeling the bubbles roll off your face. Propelling yourself upwards, you made your way back to the surface.
You pushed your hair out of your face, keeping your eyes shut for a moment as the water rolled down your face.
"Very funny, Aaron," you said unenthusiastically as you rubbed your eyes with your hands as you heard Aaron laughing from above you on the dock.
"I mean, I thought so," he chuckled.
"You're going to pay for that one, Hotchner," you said, trying to make your voice sound more threatening in its tone.
"Oh, I'm sure I will," he teased. You rolled your eyes, wading through the water back towards the dock. He bent down holding out his hand for you to grab on to. "Come on. I'll help you up."
You scoffed lightly as if to tell him You better as you grabbed onto his arm, a tight grip on his forearm. You were ready to get out of your soaked clothes and the water, but of course, you had a better idea than that.
So you grabbed onto Aaron's arm with your other hand and sent him a smirk. Realization struck his face as he froze in his movements. Before he could grab his bearings, you yanked on his arm with all your might, sending him tumbling into the water with you, in his clothes just like he did to you.
The water splashed around you from the impact and you moved away from the area that he had fallen into to give him some space when he came back up to the surface. You threw your head back with laughter, kicking your feet underneath the water to keep yourself steady as your body bobbed with the small waves that rippled around you.
You didn't think that you would have been able to pull off the little stunt so frankly, you were just ecstatic that you had been able to muster the strength to pull Aaron in.
As you were floating in the water, you felt two hands trail up your legs and then your waist before settling on your hips as Aaron emerged from the water, his hair dampened and slick upon his head.
"I guess I should have seen that coming," he said with a laugh as he pulled you flush against his body in the water. You carded your fingers through his hair, brushing the soaked strands off of his forehead. You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his legs moving underneath the water as he ran his hand down his chin to try to wipe off the water that still lingered.
"Yeah," you laughed, looping your hand around the back of his neck. You splashed a little bit of water in his direction, the droplets of water landing on his glasses which you were thankful that they hadn't fallen off during all of the shenanigans. You leaned forward and pecked his lips gently. "You should have," you teased, rubbing your nose against his.
Aaron nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, placing wet kisses along your shoulder. "You're lucky you're cute," he murmured into your ear.
The two of you spent some more time in the water, swimming around and splashing each other like a couple of lovesick teenagers. Small kisses and laughs were exchanged the entire time, making the moment one to last a lifetime. You stayed in the lake until the sun started to go down and when you could feel your hands getting pruney as you interlocked it with Aaron's.
You shivered lightly as the warmth from the sun started to dwindle, being replaced by the chilliness from the water as it became more shady in the sky.
"Come on, baby," Aaron said as he swam in your direction. "Let's get you inside."
You nodded your head as Aaron grabbed your hand in his and started to pull you along gently in the water back towards the shore.
The two of you got out of the lake water, your clothes clinging to your body, making them look three times their normal size. You crossed your arms over your chest for warmth as you started to walk back to the house.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Aaron shed himself of his shirt. He draped it over his shoulder as he ran a hand through his soaked hair, water droplets rolling down his toned chest. Your breath hitched in your throat at the realization that this was the first time that you had seen him without a shirt and the fact that he was a lot more gorgeous than you could have imagined. Not that you didn't expect anything less, but for him to look that good was almost mind boggling to you.
You kept glancing at him as you walked; the way his damp jeans hung low around his hips, the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed, the way that the last glimmer of sunlight cascaded over his body.
The two of you walked back up the deck, kicking off your soaked shoes as you stepped.
"I'll be right back," Aaron said as he tossed his shirt over the deck railing to dry. "Going to run in and grab some towels." You nodded and watched the way his back muscles contracted as he walked, taking note of how broad his shoulders actually were.
Aaron came back quickly, holding the two towels in his hand. He came over to you, stepping close, almost boxing you in. His fingers ran over the hem of your shirt and he nodded his head in an upwards motion. "Let's get this off you. Don't want you to catch a cold, love," he said softly. You lifted your arms up, your shirt being tossed next to Aaron's on the railing, leaving you in your bra and leggings. He draped the towel over your shoulders, rubbing small circles around it to dry you off.
Aaron's eyes darted to your lips and as much as he tried, he couldn't help but have his mind wonder. Wonder what those lovely lips could do, how the moans he was becoming more and more desperate to hear would slip through those lips, how it would feel to have you sucking him off as he fucked your face.
Aaron slowed his movements, his eyes looking back at you. The tension was palpable and it felt as though it was going to explode at any moment.
You felt it too. There was something about the deliberate way he was looking at you, as if he felt the way that you were aching for him.
"Y/N," he whispered, bringing his head down as he nipped on your earlobe. His hands so delicately rubbed the towel along your shoulder, pulling down gently on the straps of your bra. His fingers trailed down your arm, his eyes searching your gaze.
You hooked your fingers into the loops of his jeans and pulled him against you, the need to have him taking over. You stood up on your toes and brushed your lips against his. You ran your hand up along his abdomen, feeling every line that defined him. "Aaron, I need you," you whispered, trying not to make your voice come out as a whimper as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.
Aaron had never felt more aroused in his life. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, feeling as though he would never get out of them fast enough and would continue to feel restrained.
"How bad do you need me?" he muttered, sucking and kissing on the curve of your neck as his hand rested on the small of your back. His hand moved down further, squeezing your ass harshly.
You bit down on your bottom lip, stifling the guttural moan that was sure to escape out in the open for anyone else in the other rental houses around you to hear. You leaned your head back as he moved to place more kisses down your neck and chest and you let out a sigh in pure ecstasy. "So fucking bad, Aaron."
Aaron groaned at your response and crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising pace. It was hot, desperate, and full of need. He walked the two of you back towards the house, cupping your face with his hand as he fumbled for the sliding glass door with the other. He opened it, taking careful steps as he guided you into the rental home as he continued to kiss you with such fervor, you were feeling lightheaded from the contact.
He reached behind you and shut the door, tossing the towel that had remained around your shoulders across the room. He pushed down the remainder of your bra, exposing your breasts to him. He pulled away from the kiss, panting from the intense way your lips were attached to his. Glancing down at your chest, you saw his throat bob and a small groan left him.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. He pressed you back against the glass door, the coolness shocking your bare back. He brought his one hand up to your breast and began to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers as he went back to leaving marks on your neck. You heard his hand slap next to your head as he leaned against the door, as if he didn't have the strength to hold himself upright. "Can't believe you've been holding out on showing me these beautiful tits of yours," he whispered.
"I wasn't holding out," you said, resting your head against the glass door as Aaron continued his assault on your breasts. And you hoped for two things; one, that no one could see into the house being that you were pressed against the glass door and two, that the glass door could handle the weight of the two of you leaning against it.
Aaron brought his mouth down to your nipple and swirled his tongue around the hardending bud. You gasped at the contact, bringing your hand to the back of his head as you pulled on his hair gently. And judging from the noise he made, he was definitely a fan of you pulling on his hair.
He reached down and looped his hand behind the back of your knee, hiking your leg up around his waist as he brought his mouth to your other tit. He pressed his hips in between your legs and you felt how hard and ready he was through his damp jeans.
"I've been waiting to ruin this pretty little pussy of yours ever since I realized how fucking special you are. Just how hot you are," he muttered against your skin. He thrust his hips forward and you felt a jolt of pleasure roll through you. Even between the layers of soaked clothing that separated your  bodies, you could feel the way you were soon to be dripping because of Aaron's words and actions.
"Aaron," you let out breathlessly. He released your tit from his mouth and looked down at you, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yeah, baby?" He ran his fingers gently down your cheek as you watched his chest rise and fall erratically.
"Fuck me, please," you begged. You arched off the door, grinding lightly against his cock. "I can't wait any longer."
"Whatever you want, Y/N," he murmured, pulling you against him and devouring your mouth once again with his own. He grabbed your other leg and picked you up as you threw your arms around his neck.
He walked the two of you down the hallway, practically slamming you against the wall as he took a second to adjust his grip on you as your bare chests pressed together .
Heavy breathing and small moans filled the air as Aaron moved his hands to your ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze. You gasped before letting out a light laugh in amazement at how he was making you feel.
Aaron took you off the wall and continued to walk towards the bedroom, peppering kisses along your jawline. "Fucking beautiful. Just fucking perfect, I already know," he said in between the messy kisses.
Before you knew it, he was tossing you onto the bed, causing you to bounce on the mattress. You caught your bearings and propped yourself up on your elbows. You tried to catch your breath, watching as Aaron's eyes trailed down your half naked body as he ripped off the belt from his jeans, the veins in his arms protruding. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, kicking the damp bottoms off of his legs, leaving him in only his boxers.
"Y/N," he said quietly as he practically dove on top of you, hovering himself over you as he kissed you gently on the lips, sliding his tongue in your mouth briefly. He broke the kiss, looking down at you with a serious look on his face. "You're sure you want to do this?" he asked.
You ran your hands along his back, nodding vigorously. He brought his hand up to your chin and tilted it upwards to place another kiss on your lips. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," he said softly, looking to see if there was a sliver of doubt on your face that this is what you wanted.
"Aaron, baby, I swear. I don't think I've wanted anything more in my life," you assured,  pecking him on his nose.
He let out a sigh of relief and hung his head low, resting it on your shoulder for a brief moment. "Thank the fucking lord," he grumbled, kissing you deeply. He broke the kiss and stood up on his knees in between your legs. He hooked his fingers into your pants and tore them off your legs, along with your panties, baring your all to him. He groaned loudly at the sight of you and he was pretty sure he could have come on the spot with how fucking goregous you were. "Because I am going to lose it if I don't find myself buried inside of you relatively soon."
Aaron ran his hand up your leg, going from your ankle to your thigh before moving it to the in between your legs to where you wanted his attention the most. He swiped a finger in you, spreading your arousal all over your pussy. "All this for me?" he said smugly as a smirk curled up at the end of his lips.
You nodded your head, fisting the sheets below you in anticipation. Aaron thrust his finger into you, causing you to whimper lightly at the contact. He watched in amazement at how responsive you were, how your chest was heaving with desire as he curled his finger in you at a delicious pace.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, Y/N," he grumbled as he reached up to grope your breasts again at the same time he added another finger to your soaking pussy. He rubbed your clit in such a way that you swore you would be seeing stars.
The wanton moans and short breaths that were leaving you was music to Aaron's ears as his fingers continued to fuck you. You clenched your walls around his fingers, desperate to find your everbuilding release. Aaron groaned at the contact as you saw his eyes practically roll in the back of his head from the pleasure.
"God, Y/N. You're doing so great, baby. Absolutely perfect," he praised. You felt the heat growing in between your legs, your arousal starting to seep out of you. Aaron continued his movements on your clit, a third finger being added to your aching core.
Aaron halted his movements on your body and you almost were ready to kill him from stopping. But when you saw him adjust himself in between your legs, wrapping his broad arms around your thighs to get a better grip, you figured you could forgive him when you felt his tongue swipe up your slit, deliberately slow.
"Holy shit," you moaned out, your hand going into his hair as your hips jerked from the contact. The deep vibrations from his throat sent shockwaves through your core as he continued to lap you up, taking in each and every inch of your pussy.
"All mine," he murmured as he continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit. He adjusted his grip on your thighs and pulled you even closer to him, his face being fully pressed into your pussy.
"Yours," you repeated softly. "God, Aaron, I'm yours." Your back arched off the bed as you fisted the sheets tightly next to you, your knuckles turning white.
"You taste so fucking sweet. So delicious." He brought a finger back into you, working in tandem with his tongue to drive you closer and closer to your high. "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this, Y/N," he said as he looked up at you from between your thighs. You saw how his nose and chin glistened from your arousal, the sight instantly turning you on more. He kept working you with his finger, swiping his tongue across his lips to catch the bits of you that were dripping down them. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off to the thought of you? Like this? Crumbling underneath me. You don't know the power you hold over me, baby. And I promise that after tonight," he said as he propped himself back up on his knees, "you'll know just how fucking crazy I am about you."
You felt the white, hot daze bubbling inside you, the dam threatening to burst at any moment. Aaron reached for your hand and pulled you up gently, placing your hand on his on his boxers over his throbbing cock, all the while continuing to finger fuck you. "See how bad I fucking need this?" He pressed your hand into his cock and you wrapped your hand around the outline of it, giving it a squeeze. Aaron groaned loudly, louder than anything else you had heard tonight. "Holy shit, Y/N. Fuck," he breathed as you palmed him gently in his boxers. "Come, baby. Come on my fingers so I can finally fuck you like you deserve."
You clenched around his fingers as your orgasm shot through your body, the feeling rushing through you faster than you had expected. Aaron's words, his cock, his fingers- all of it pushed you over the edge. You laid back against the bed, trying to catch your breath as you swiped away some of the beads of sweat that developed on your forehead. Aaron guided you through your high, his finger gradually slowing down its movements.
Once he removed his finger from you, he brought it up to his mouth and sucked it clean. You were almost convinced that you could have come again from the sight of this man in front of you- Aaron Hotchner- cleaning your cum from his fingers.
"You did so well, pretty girl," Aaron assured as he hovered over you again. He pressed his hips into your thigh, his cock rubbing harshly against you. "Fuck, I need to be in you." You nodded your head and leaned forward, running your hands down his chest to his boxers.
You pushed them down, revealing Aaron's cock. And you clenched your thighs together from the sight. Large, hard, and the head leaking with precum. Aaron kicked off the boxers the rest of the way and dragged the head of his cock along your folds.
You reached down, stroking his cock a few times. He hung his head down low, biting down gently on your shoulder. "Baby, you're going to be the absolute death of me, aren't you?"
"If it means you get to fuck me senseless," you breathed, kissing his temple down to his jaw, "then I'll gladly take it."
"God, you're perfect," Aaron said softly. He pushed into you gently, his cock finally inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders, running your nails along his back.
"Oh, Aaron," you moaned as he pushed into you further, completely burying himself inside you.
"You're so fucking tight around my cock, Y/N. Almost as if you were made just for me. Just for me to fuck your gorgeous body," he moaned as he stayed still for a few moments, letting you get used to him.
He filled you perfectly, stretching you out in the best way possible. You squeezed onto his shoulder and pressed your lips against his. "Please move. Do something, anything. I just want to feel you inside me."
Aaron returned the kisses and started to move his hips, slowly at first as he practically removed his entire cock from you before slamming back into you. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your groans being matched by one another as Aaron pounded into you.
You felt the familiar knot leading to your climax start to build as Aaron moved faster. You rolled your hips to match his thrusts, clenching your walls around his cock a few times solely for the fact that the guttural moans and breaths leaving his throat became your new favorite sound.
"Taking me so well, baby," he grunted as he interlocked his hand with yours. He lined your jaw with kisses as he continued to fuck you. "So perfect."
You saw as his forehead became beaded with sweat, his already damp hair flopping down onto his face. Aaron squeezed your hand in his, bringing his free hand down to your clit to provide some more friction.
"Come around my cock, Y/N. Be the good girl that I know you can be," he murmured into your ear.
Once again, you found yourself reaching your climax, Aaron's name becoming a yell across your lips. You held onto him for dear life, letting him fuck you harder, faster to chase his own release.
As his thrusts grew more sporadic, you threw your head back into the pillow, your chest rising and falling.
"Fuck," Aaron groaned as he came, his cum mixing with yours inside you. The feeling of him completely filling you for the first time was something that you would never forget and couldn't wait to do again.
His body gradually became still, resting his body weight half on top of you and half on the bed while he remained in you. He squeezed your hand again as you felt him trying to catch his breath on top of you, just as you were doing. You ran your hand lazily through his hair, feeling an overwhelming sense of tiredness from your body.
"That was-" Aaron muttered, his head turned away from you.
"Fucking phenomenal," you laughed lightly. Aaron turned his head towards you and smiled widely, his hair all messed up and his glasses lying crooked on his nose. You reached over and adjusted his glasses, positive that you had some goofy looking smile on your face as a result of you and Aaron finally having sex.
He leaned forward and pecked your lips once, twice, three times before removing himself from you. All at once, you felt empty without him as he started to get up out of bed. He tapped his finger on your nose and smiled. "Be right back."
"Hurry," you chuckled, stretching out your bare body along the bed.
Aaron came back a few moments later with a rag and wiped down the inside of your thighs, cleaning the remnants of the cum that lingered. "Feeling okay?" he asked as he peered up at you over the rim of his glasses.
"Never better," you assured as you slipped your body underneath the covers since he was done cleaning you.
"Good," he said with a smile. He got rid of the towel before coming into bed next to you, wrapping you in his strong embrace. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and ran his fingers along your spine. "You sure you're okay?"
You hummed in content, nuzzling against his chest. "I'm perfect, Aaron." You felt your eyelids growing heavier as the exhaustion crept up on you.
"Get some rest, pretty girl," Aaron whispered into your ear. He continued to rub your back, watching as your breathing steadied as you drifted off to sleep.
He couldn't wait to wake up in his arms, seeing you in all your bare, naked, morning glory.
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authors note:
hello! long time no see :) hope you all are doing well!
just wanted to say thank you for your continued support. it means a lot! and i also wanted to let you guys know that (although they haven't been frequent at all lately) my updates aren't going to be as steady as they have been in the past because of student teaching and school. HOWEVER, i'm making it my goal to get a chapter out every week to a week and a half. so bear with me haha
love you all! see you soon :)
-jordyn
tag list: @gothicxbarbie​ 
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among the fields of gold - c. mcavoy
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Pairing: Charlie McAvoy x female!OC
Summary: A little sneak peek into the future of charlie and nellie from i’m so glad to know as they attend the 2026 Olympics 
Word Count: 4,682
A/N: Just the most self-indulgent little fluff I could come up with because I love writing them.
Warnings: none! the smallest hint of adult content but that’s about it.
“This is so fucking cool – did you ever actually tell me how cool it was to be at the Olympics?” Charlie was bouncing along the streets of Milan and swinging Eleanora’s hand as they went, a couple of other Team USA players behind them as they used the off day to do the touristy things they hadn’t yet been able to do during the first round of games.
“You’ve done plenty of World’s before, it’s almost the same.”
“It absolutely is not.” He argued back, glancing down and smirking at the little scowl on her face. He ignored the groans of a couple from the guys at the fact they were about to start bickering. It wasn’t their fault; he didn’t invite the idiots to come with them.
“You’re just excited because you’re staying in the Village and there are a bunch of girls there too – you don’t get that at World’s.”
“Yeah, I’m there for the girls.” He rolled his eyes and squeezed her hand before leaning over to kiss the top of her head.
The team was housed on their own floor in the dedicated USA building and it was like being back on a road trip in Peewees. They’d cruised through the round-robin, winning every game in their group and were heading into the elimination games. A lot of the guys had played together for years through development camps and national teams and they felt good about their chances.
They’d been wandering the streets of Milan, seeing as much of the sites as they could since all they’d seen were the inside of rinks. While Charlie had wanted to spend it just with Eleanora, some of the guys had caught him in the lobby with her on their way back from breakfast and insisted on joining them. She had pretty much become their team mascot: at every game, made a new sign for each and chatted with all the families happily. It made something in him burst in pride at the sight of her fitting so seamlessly into his life now. It hadn’t been an easy road to get there.
“Can you two not?” one of the Hughes brothers interrupted.
“Yeah, let’s stop this before it really gets rolling.” Matthew Tkachuk cut in, sweeping past Charlie with a smirk as he hit his shoulder and made his way across the square towards the Duomo. A few of the other guys sped passed them, running around the square and changing pigeons.
“And for a former Olympian, could you walk any slower?” Auston Matthews teased as he came right up close behind them.
Annoyed, Charlie shoved his teammate away just as Eleanora pinched his side. “I’m sorry, put some respect on the only gold medalist in this little crew right now. Also, I’m six months pregnant, dick head – you try carrying a bowling ball around your middle on these cobblestone ass streets.”
“Technically, a McAvoy has a gold medal – shouldn’t have changed your last name, babe.” Auston grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders but making sure to gently guide her as they walked around the various tourists and other athletes who had done the same thing they did.  
“Can you get the fuck away from my wife?” Charlie groaned, checking Auston away so he could pull Eleanora into his side.
The rest of the guys walked ahead, leaving the two of them alone. Charlie smiled down at the way Eleanora was basking in the bright, cold air, her cheeks flushed and nose a little pink. There was a visible glow around her. He’d always thought it was bullshit when they said pregnant woman glowed but since the second she’d taken the test, there was a light happy aura around her. Walking with her tucked into him like she was slowed them down but Charlie liked making sure Eleanora was okay, to the point that she might kill him at some point if he asked her again how she was feeling.
“How are you – ”
“Don’t you dare ask how I feel right now, Charlie McAvoy.”
He pouted down at her. “It’s a valid question, they keep you scheduled so late for some of the media shit.”
“It’s called my job, babe.” She hip checked him gently. She’d stayed involved in the figure skating community and this year they’d invited her to provide commentary for the ladies’ singles. Turns out she was incredibly personable in front of the cameras and enjoyed talking to the young skaters. “I’m just happy none of your games conflict with the skating. I don’t think they’d love me ‘calling out sick’ only to have me show up on TV on the glass yelling at you to play better.”
“Excuse you, I have the most minutes played and highest rating.”
“Yes, baby – you’re very highly rated.” She snuggled into his side, and he laughed when she slid her hand into his back pocket and squeezed his ass.
The pair of them walked slowly around the square, laughing at the guys as they ran around. A few of Team Canada showed up along with a few of the Czech players. Since most of the teams were made up of NHLers, all the teams were friendly off-ice and trying to control them was like corralling kids at their first away tournament. A few fans stopped them as they went but most of them were interested in getting pictures with Eleanora rather than any of the guys, something the team loved to tease Charlie about. Joke was on them, he couldn’t be more proud to watch the way people adored her.
“How’s my boy doing?” he changed tactics as a group of young girls walked away after spending five minutes taking pictures with her and asking what it was like to win gold.
“I think he wants pizza and pasta.”
“Pizza and pasta? Not or?”
“You’re really gonna ask how I feel then judge your pregnant wife for wanting all the food?” the glare she shot him was enough to have him throwing his hands up in defense.
He leaned down to kiss her but she dodged him. “No way, bud – find me food then you can kiss me.”
“In my defense, I asked what my son wants to eat – you’re incidental to me checking up on him.”
“Do you want to die? Is that your plan? You want Team USA hockey to lose the gold because their captain was murdered by his pregnant wife?”
“Why’s Goldie threatening your life?” Jake popped up behind them, scaring the shit out of Charlie while Eleanora had seen him coming.
“He’s judging how much I want to eat.”
“Well, come on my fellow sewer rat – if Chuckie won’t love you right, I will.”
Jake offered her his hand and she took it, tossing a teasing smile behind her as the two of them started towards one of the side streets to find a suitable restaurant leaving Charlie to scurry after them.
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Eleanora chewed distractedly on her cuticle, staring at the clean sheet of ice waiting for the guys to step on for warmups. As she had for every single game, she was standing on the glass at the corner where her and his family had sat for the entirety of the tournament. The jersey of Charlie’s she had on barely fit over her belly and the maternity leggings made her feel like a sausage. Bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously, she was as nervous as she’d been for her own gold medal skate.
“How’re you feeling?” a voice interrupted her nervous thoughts and she glanced over to see her father-in-law sliding into the seat next to her. After the first win, they’d sat in the same order they’d been in for every other game that followed. While Charlie wasn’t overly superstitious, Eleanora was and there’d been half a dozen little rituals she’d come up with for this Olympics.
“Jesus, your son ask you to ask me that?” she teased back at Charlie Sr. She rubbed her belly slightly and tried not to wince at the pain in her back. “Pretty sure this asshole is sitting right on my sciatic nerve.”
“Can you not call my first grandson an asshole?” Charlie’s mom appeared on her other side, looping her arm through hers. “But seriously, you alright?”
“No pain I haven’t dealt with before but this kid is already putting me through the wringer. I have to do this for 3 more months?”
Mrs. McAvoy frowned sympathetically and rubbed her arm softly. “Sorry, Ellie but yes. It’ll be worth it though.”
Just as she spoke, the guys stepped out and Eleanora zeroed in on Charlie leading the way, pushing the pucks off the edge of the bench and onto the ice.
“I can’t believe this – my son is going to be an Olympic medalist no matter what.” His mom said, sniffling slightly as she watched them start skating.
“We want gold, Jen – right, kid?” Senior nudged her in the side.
Eleanora smiled slightly. “I just want him to do the best he can.”
“Bullshit, you’re more competitive than he is. I saw you cursing him out last game for - and I quote - ‘a bullshit lazy turnover’.” Holly added as she joined the conversation, pushing her mom out of the seat next to Eleanora so she could keep the right lineup. 
They all laughed while she just shrugged. “No one plays for second place...although I do kinda like being the only gold medalist. It’s how I get him to do things for me when I think I deserve them.”
The noise in the arena started to swell as the Canadians took the ice and Eleanora felt the familiar buzz and thrill of the pressure building. She hadn’t been able to see Charlie this morning, only getting a quick FaceTime as she’d been wrapping up interviews with some of the figure skaters who were getting ready for their final performance the following day.
“How was he this morning?”  
Kayla shrugged. “Quiet. He missed you.”
She frowned, cursing herself for not having been there. It was their routine for the last few years, she was always the last person to see him before he went into the locker room for a big game. It felt like a bad omen that she’d missed giving him a last kiss before the biggest game of his career.
But just then Charlie skated by them for the first time, helmet off and his hair flowing behind him. He tapped the glass as he went by but kept skating in loops. After a couple laps and drills, he returned to the corner and stopped in front of her.
She couldn’t hear him over the crowd but he was pointing at her and gesturing halfway across the rink to where there was an opening in the boards. She followed where he was pointing to see one of the arena staff standing by the entrance to the locker rooms and she got the hint, squeezing through the seats as fast she could. The belly didn’t exactly help her move quickly or the people that kept trying to stop her.
He was already waiting for her by the time she reached the space, his gloves off and resting on the side. He reached out for her and she stepped eagerly towards him. On skates he was so much taller than her that she had to stand on tip toe just to wrap her arms around his neck. She was cognizant of the eyes of those in the area on them and she was sure there were cameras zooming in too.
“I couldn’t play the biggest game of my life without getting my good luck kiss.”
The stares and camera clicks faded away as she stared up at him. Knowing how the media was obsessed with “Their Story”, this was bound to be everywhere in no time. It’s why they liked their moment to be private before a game but right now, Eleanora couldn’t quite care because all she wanted was Charlie to win.
Gently, he brushed her stomach and just as he did, the baby gave a hard kick. Charlie grinned, leaning down to press his lips firmly to hers and she smiled into the kiss. “I think someone’s telling you he wants you to win.”
“I plan on winning it for his momma, gotta impress her.” He smirked, his face still inches from hers.
“I love you, baby – so fucking much.” She pressed one final kiss to his lips. “I’m not gonna tell you just making it to the gold medal game is an achievement – even though it is. You know what you need to do. Go fucking win it.”
“I shoulda had you do the pump-up speech for the boys.” He kissed her nose quickly before pulling back and grabbing his gloves to return to warmups. “I love you, babe – see you on the ice after.”
She watched him skate away, her palm flat against her belly and she felt another strong kick. Rubbing her stomach she looked down at the USA stretched across her front, smiling softly as she whispered to herself.
“Don’t worry, little man – daddy’s gonna win it for us.”
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The second period started with the game tied at two. Charlie had an assist and had already spent almost twelve minutes on the ice. Despite most of the off-ice friendships and even teammates who were playing against each other it was getting chippy. They all clearly wanted it and weren’t holding back. Tkachuk had managed to draw three penalties while only going to the box once himself.
Eleanora felt like she was going to lose her voice the amount she’d been screaming throughout the game. It seemed like part of Team Canada’s game strategy was to go after Charlie as much as possible. They’d been hitting him hard and there’d been one particularly nasty penalty he drew when Chabot leveled him with a late hit. Charlie had been slow to get up from that one but within the first thirty seconds of the powerplay, he’d put a pass right on Auston’s tape for the tying goal.
There had always been something both exhilarating and nerve-wracking about watching Charlie play. When he was on the ice, she only watched him, not even noticing where the puck was or what action was happening unless he was involved.
It was partially how she was able to react a second before the rest of the rink when she saw Chabot coming from behind him, hitting him hard and sending Charlie headfirst into the boards. He was splayed out flat on the ice while his teammates immediately rushed to his defense, Auston and Tkachuk jumping Chabot before Auston was pulled away by Dougie Hamilton. Eleanora felt like climbing over the glass to get to him and Kayla was gripping her arm tightly.
“Get up. Get up. Get up, Junior.” His dad was begging while Eleanora just kept staring in horror.
After what felt like hours but was probably only a minute, he slowly tucked his legs up under him and managed to get to a kneeling position just as the team doctor reached him. He was clearly still dazed, holding one hand on his helmet as he slowly got up. Gaudreau had come over and was kneeling next to him, offering to help him up but Charlie waved him off.
The arena applauded as he stood up, but Eleanora couldn’t feel the relief everyone else did as she watched them lead Charlie to the locker room.
“He’s okay. He got up on his own. They just have to check him out for protocol. He’s okay.” Kayla was chanting and all Eleanora wanted to do was rush to the locker room. Instead of watching the rest of the game, she stared at the locker room entrance, praying Charlie would return to the bench.
They ended the second period down by one and only during the intermission did she let herself pull her phone out to find the replay of the hit. They all huddled around together watching intently, only slightly reassured that Charlie had gotten up on his own and made his way quickly down the tunnel without support. It felt like time was moving in slow motion as the ice was cleaned. Finally, the lights dimmed again and the players started back out on the ice.
It felt like a weight was lifted when she saw Charlie hop out last, doing quick laps to warm back up as he shook his legs out. As he went by them, he tapped the glass and Eleanora felt like she was going to cry just from the quick wink he gave her.
“Thank god.” His mom sighed a breath and Eleanora felt lightheaded as she rubbed her stomach aimlessly. The baby had been active all game, bouncing around and kicking more than usual. It’s like he could sense what was happening around them.  
The third period wasn’t any less stressful, Team Canada was clearly content to play defense while Team USA threw everything at them but couldn’t seem to find the back of the net. But then in the last 27 seconds of the game, Charlie caught a pass from Quinn Hughes and buried it in the top corner of the net to tie the game. The roar of the arena felt deafening as they all jumped up and down, screaming happily while the players mobbed their captain. The crowd clearly expected overtime, neither team wanting to give one up in the remaining seconds of the game.
But then Conor McDavid of all people misplayed the puck in the neutral zone and it landed on Jack Eichel’s stick who shot down the ice on a breakaway with only 7 seconds to go, shifting to his backhand as he slid the puck between the goalie’s legs.
If it was possible, the roof would’ve blown off the top of the arena. Team USA hadn’t won since the 1980 Miracle on Ice game and the place was shaking with excitement. USA gear and equipment was strewn across the ice like confetti while Team Canada stared on in disbelief, some kneeling together watching while others had already started to make their way towards the locker room.
People were hugging her tightly and screaming in her ear. Eleanora wasn’t even sure they were all people she knew. Charlie Sr. pulled her away from whoever was holding her and into a tight hug while the rest of the family crowded around jumping as they celebrated. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she tried to spot Charlie on the ice but her vision was blurry.
Sobbing into one hand, the other pressed tight against her stomach she felt another strong kick which only made her sob harder. It was better than her own win because she hadn’t had any true family to celebrate with besides her coaches who had become replacement parents to her. This was entirely different and felt like they’d all won it.
The celebrations continued on the ice as the McAvoys all made their way towards the same opening Eleanora had talked to Charlie before the game start. Other wives and families were already there, pulling each other into hugs, most of the moms crying happily while a few of the dads tried to fight their own tears except for Jim Hughes who was openly crying as he held his wife tightly to him.
Standing on the glass so she could watch, Eleanora scanned the sea of blue jerseys to try to find Charlie, biting her lip to try to stop crying. She was still contemplating scaling the glass but knew the guys deserved to celebrate with their team first.
Finally, her impatience grew and Eleanora, just popped the door open and started to make her way onto the ice. Once the dam broke, the rest of the families followed, ignoring the staff asking for them to stay off the ice until they had carpets laid down.
It was decidedly difficult to maneuver on the ice in sneakers and a pregnant belly but she moved as quickly and carefully as she could towards her target. Their eyes locked and Charlie broke away from the guys to get to her. When he reached her, he went right for her waist, dragging her up and off the ice as he twirled her around as she held tightly to him.
Neither of them spoke at first as Eleanora pressed kisses all over his face as he laughed until he could kiss her back. It was awkward to be held up so Charlie carefully set her down on the ice, one hand tucking protectively against her back so she wouldn’t slip and the other pressed gently on her belly as he leaned down for the sweetest kiss they’d ever shared.
“I told you I’d win it for you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
“Not before scaring the shit out of me first.” She shot back but squeezed his waist tightly, her face landing in the sweaty material. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Teddy.”
She stared up at him, and despite the fact that he had just won the biggest game of his life, he was staring at her like they were the only two people in the world.
“This is almost as good as our wedding night.”
She gave a watery chuckle in return. “Just the wedding night not the wedding itself?”
“Eh, that was okay too.” He teased just as the rest of his family joined them. Reluctantly, she released him so he could hug his family, stepping back to give them a moment.
A few of the guys paused to hug her as they went by but mostly she just stood there watching Charlie beaming at everyone around him. The camera crews were starting to show up as the staff worked to get the carpets out and set up the podiums. Eleanora knew they wouldn’t get a private moment together for hours and she tried to melt into the background but Charlie was having none of that, snagging her hand and dragging her towards him as they started to interview him.
From her position under his arm, she stared up at him as he spoke, beaming proudly as he talked about the win and how special it was for them. She was so focused on him she didn’t realized they’d asked her a question.
“Nellie.” Charlie whispered, nudging her with a nose to the top of her head and she glanced at the reporter who was beaming at her.
“I was just asking how this compares to your own gold medal win just four years ago?” they repeated the question.
Eleanora grinned and squeezed his side tighter. “There’s no comparison.” She started, enjoying some of the frowns that followed before continuing. “What Charlie and the boys did was so beyond historic and I’m so proud to have been able to watch it happen. This team worked so hard and never gave up. I’m just thrilled I was able to share in it. Although I’m pretty pissed that I can’t win arguments anymore by saying ‘well I have a gold medal so you have to do what I say’.”
Everyone laughed in response, Charlie squeezing her side lightly.
“I’m sure you guys haven’t seen yet but the video of you two right before the game has become quite popular.” Eleanora flushed slightly as they continued. “Charlie – did you get any last minute advice?”
She pinched his side, hoping he’d lie but the smirk on his face already told her differently. “She pretty much told me that just getting to the medal game wasn’t enough and that I knew what to do. Pretty sure the exact words were ‘now go fucking win it’ and honestly, I can’t really say no to my wife so I did.”
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It was nearly three hours later by the time Eleanora and Charlie were walking into her hotel room and shutting the door so they were finally alone. They were planning on changing then meeting up with everyone to celebrate. Most of the guys’ flights weren’t for another day or two so they planned to enjoy what little remained of their Olympic break before they’d have to return to their teams for the rest of the season.
Charlie face planted onto the king-size bed. “Fuck, you’ve been sleeping on this for two weeks while I’ve been on the worst twin mattress in the world?”
Eleanora giggled, pulling her jersey off leaving on her loose t-shirt, she slipped out of her sneakers and kicked them towards the door so she could sit and join him on the bed. Despite how happy she was, she was exhausted and the pain in her back went from dull to stabbing on a dime. It took a little effort for her to climb up onto the bed and get comfy as she curled up on her side.
Charlie inched up so his nose was brushing against her swollen belly. Her hand immediately fell to his hair, running her fingers through gently and scratching his scalp. He brought his arm up so he was hugging her middle and pressed his lips against her.
“Hi, Tripp.” He whispered causing Eleanora to tug his hair gently.
“Baby, no. Even if he ends up Charlie the third, we are not calling him Tripp.”
Charlie ignored her. “Ignore mommy, I’ll make sure you get a cool nickname.”
She rolled her eyes but he kept talking. “I don’t know if you heard all that noise but now you have two parents with gold medals. We’re pretty big deals.”
“Kid was bouncing all over the place for most of the game before settling directly on my sciatic nerve so I couldn’t get comfortable.”
“Be nice to mommy, sweet boy.” He mumbled and pressed a kiss to her stomach before turning up so he could stare at her. “I think I won because of you.”
“You won because you’re an amazing hockey player and leader. You did this. Next up you can win us a Cup.” She smiled softly, stroking his hair as he crawled up so their faces were level. They lay there quietly together, staring at each other and enjoying the peace. They’d both turned their phones off, telling his family they’d see them at the restaurant that USA hockey had reserved for them. For now, they just wanted to be alone.
Carefully, Eleanora brushed Charlie’s hair off his forehead. “Your head okay? I might kill that Canadian fuck.”
Charlie laughed but cringed slightly. His head hurt more than he let on but he passed concussion protocol and had a few days off before he’d have to be back on the ice for a game.
“Are you okay? I know when you’re in pain, Nellie.”
She winced despite trying to smile as he tucked his hand under her top to lay on her bare skin, soothingly running his thumb along belly.
“Just pregnancy, or so I’m told. I need to figure out how to get him off this nerve or I’m gonna spend the flight pacing the aisles because I won’t be able to sit.”
Charlie frowned. “I hate seeing you in pain. And I’m worried you won’t want the five that I want if this one is such a pain in the ass.”
She snorted, inching forward to kiss him softly. “Let’s get through meeting this little man first then we’ll talk more, kay?”
“You’re the love of my fucking life, you know that?” he gripped her neck gently.
Smiling, she leaned forward to steal another kiss. “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. Now…I bet we could find a comfy position for you to fuck me in before we have to go to the restaurant.”
A slow smirk spread across Charlie’s face as he rolled her carefully onto her back so he could lean over her.
“I can definitely do that.”
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crybabykiko · 4 years ago
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Not to uhhhh be horny on main but do you think... maybe... you could write a morning sex Drabble about Suga? 👉🏼👈🏼
Anon... listen. You have made my day, week, month, LIFE... bless you and this request.
Breakfast of Champions
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Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut. SMUTTY SMUT. A lil fluffy at some parts but mostly about sucking if you will
Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs
A/N: this is probably the most self indulgent thing I have ever written but thanks anon for requesting I guess I wrote this for you but also... I definitely wrote this for me but I’m also gonna say I wrote it for @sugawarasimp bc sisterwives.
Anyway also ty to @lydzisanerd for being an angel and giving it a once over ilysm 💕 and as always my taglist angels @scorpiosanssexy @super-noya @nonexistent-social-life
You tried not to wake him as you lay next to him. Looking over at the clock across the room, you noticed that it was barely 7 am. Great. Sugawara was next to you fast asleep. Knowing he was a light sleeper, you thought that turning on the tv would cause him to stir. Slowly, you slid yourself out of the bed, taking a clean pair of his boxers from the bedside table and heading toward the bathroom to start your morning routine. The blinds were drawn in the bedroom, but small rays of sunlight trickled throughout the bathroom, brightening it enough to be able to see where everything was. After washing your face, you grabbed your toothbrush from beside the sink and began to brush. Walking back into the bedroom, you noticed Suga still slumbering in the spot where you left him, his side of the bed covered in his student’s work. He had fallen asleep with his glasses on, a habit he had picked up when he would be up late grading. He only used his glasses to read, but you always thought they made him look even hotter.
Then, a sly smile washed over you face as you looked at him again. Then the clock. 7:15. If you were awake- there was no reason he shouldn’t be either... so why not wake him up?
Creeping back into bed, you hovered over Suga’s abdomen and looped your hand around the waistband of his underwear. While still covered, you slid a hand across his length. The thought of surprising him like this made you grow damp, and the feel of him hardening under your touch made your mouth water for him. Slowly and silently, you slid his boxers down just enough to expose himself to you fully. He was at full attention. Making sure to move gently, you parted your lips and took wrapped them lightly around the tip, finishing with a kitten lick and looking up at him to make sure he was still asleep. Then, you licked a long, slow stripe up the base of him, trying your hardest not to let your hunger for him overtake your senses. He stirred a bit, moaning something inaudible, but falling right back into his slumber. You stopped for a moment to steady you breathing, and instead began to pump him in your hand. Every move you made was painstakingly slow. You slid your mouth down onto him again, a bit further this time, coming up at a moderate pace and flicking your tongue around the tip before going down again, this time all the way. You started bobbing your head even faster, looking up to see Suga tossing his head back, eyes finally fluttering open to the sight of you going down on him.
"F-F-Fuuuuck," he hissed, his hands finding his way to your hair as you came up for air and slid up to meet his face.
"Mmmmhmmm?," was the only thing you said before going back down to wrap your hand around his shaft.
“Feeling good?"
"Y\N..... angel don’t tease.”
You could hear the sleep in his voice as he moaned your name out each time you went deep. There was something about the way he let your name spill from his lips amongst the stream of profanities that turned you on even more, causing your walls to ache and your pussy grow wetter each time it happened. You hummed onto him, moaning as you used your other hand to touch yourself, earning a raised eyebrow from your boyfriend.
“Want some help with that, babe?"
"Nope," you replied, continuing to jerk him of with one hand, and rub figure-8's on your clit with the other. Of course you wanted him, but you could wait.
“This morning is all about you."
Your voice was filled with Lust as you moaned into him again, sucking and pumping him at the same time, going faster and faster as he came undone underneath you. You felt him start to throb on your tongue, and he reached his hands to your head again and bucking his hips upward, pushing himself further and further down your throat. He hardly ever fucked your face, but he couldn’t help himself. You knew what was coming, and you couldn’t wait. You positioned yourself right above him and went all the way down. As he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, sending him over the edge and causing him to spill over into it. The warm thickness of his cum slid down easily, and you wiped your lip to lick off the excess. Suga was still panting beside you as you lay back down. Stroking his hair, you uttered a cheery good morning. He looked at you in awe.
“Good morning to you too babe,” he said, finally removing his glasses and sitting upright.
“To what do I owe the glorious wake up call?”
Kissing him instead of responding, you got up from the bed and began to organize the mess of papers that lie on the floor next to him.
“Want breakfast? I can make us homemade waff-"
Suga grabbed your arm and spun you onto the bed, pinning you. He gazed up and down at the loose clothes hanging from your body.
“I think I know what I'm hungry for, and it isn't waffles," he said, biting his lip and positioning you just the way he wanted- one leg up and the other to the side, with him on the edge of the bed perfectly aligned with your glistening cunt. Always one to return the favor, he went to work, devouring your already soaked core. Right before you closed you eyes to go dead to everything except Suga and his magic tongue of his, you looked at the clock. 7:59 turned to 8:00 on the dot. A perfect way to start the day- sex is the breakfast of champions after all.
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frostedfaves · 4 years ago
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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader
Summary: Natasha gives you and Wanda time to bond.
Warnings: dark themes, poorly written smut 18+ ONLY(fingering, implied oral)
A/N: hey so...welcome to the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written...so far, anyway! I have a few plans for the future. this one also isn’t as dark because I wanted Wanda and reader to interact in a softer way before she becomes defiant again 👀. anyway, can’t wait to hear your thoughts!
Previous part 
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You knew you should’ve been at least a little concerned when the two Avengers scurried back up the stairs together, whispers and lighthearted giggles passing between them as they went, but you were finding it better not to question things anymore. You simply continued to play the old school fighting game until you heard their footsteps again.
“Printsessa?” You turned at the sound of Natasha’s voice as the game ended. “Come here, please.”
You followed them over to the TV area, sitting on the couch when asked and frowning when the two women continued to stand in front of you.
“What’s going on?”
“Wanda and I wanted to get your opinion on something.” Natasha’s eyes cut over to Wanda, and the two of them seemed to have a silent conversation before turning back to you, this time Wanda speaking up.
“I’ve recently realized that I feel the same way about you that Tash does and...if you want this too, I’d like to be your other girlfriend.”
“Do you have to shove a tracker in my leg too, or is Natasha’s enough?” 
You sighed when Natasha angrily spit out your name, but took the moment to really look at Wanda, who seemed a little less shy under your gaze. She was attractive, downright gorgeous even, but you couldn’t jump right into a relationship with her. The only contact you’d had with her so far was a hug that you could hardly remember now.
“I don’t know. We barely know each other and the last time I trusted her to touch me, it was a mistake.”
“Okay. How about this?” Natasha spoke up with a grin. “She can stay here for a week, and if you aren’t feeling it, we can go from there. Sounds good?” The two of you nodded, and she clapped her hands together with excitement. “Perfect, we have a plan!”
“I guess I should go pack some things at the tower then,” Wanda announced as she stepped away, quickly stopped by her crimson-haired friend.
“I’ll do it for you. You stay here and get to know our printsessa.” 
She took the car keys from Wanda’s pocket and skipped upstairs before anyone could protest, leaving you and Wanda behind in an awkward silence. She rocked a bit on her heels with her hands clasped together, and you watched her for a minute before speaking.
“You can sit, you know. I don’t mind.” Your eyes never left each other as she sauntered over to drop down on the cushion next to you. “So how long have you...you know…”
“Been falling in love with you?” she finished for you with a grin and you nodded. “The first day I saw you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot since then, and it hit me the last time I saw you that it was more than physical attraction.”
“Well it’s safe to say that my ego is well fed right now,” you joked, a smile forming on your lips when you heard her laugh. Her head tilted back a bit, and your eyes trailed from her crossed legs inches from yours, to the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders and back to her own sparkling eyes as they focused on you again.
“You’re justified in that feeling, by the way,” she assured you as her hand reached over to yours in your lap. “Anyone who passed up an opportunity to treasure and care for you properly is a dumbass.”
Your mind easily shut out everything except her intense gaze that poured into yours and the feeling of her soft fingers brushing yours. You desperately wanted to blame the way your body responded to her touch on Natasha being interrupted earlier, but a nagging voice in the quiet corners of your thoughts told you this was different.
“Can I try something?” 
She nodded and you were capturing her lips with yours in no time, instantly becoming enamored with the even softer touch you were greeted with. Only surprising you for a moment, Wanda was the one to take over, parting her lips and introducing her tongue as yours parted too. Noses bumped as you turned your heads in different ways, trying desperately to fall deeper into each other with your hands linked together in your lap.
A few minutes passed before you finally pulled apart, deep breaths passing between the two of you as you studied each other’s reactions. Her eyes seemed darker now, even in the harsh basement lighting, and you were so caught in looking between them and the lips you were dying to kiss again that you almost didn’t notice her hands pulling at your belt loops.
“How do you feel about me now?”
“I feel...really good,” you answered carefully, not wanting to give away how needy you suddenly felt.
“Mhm. I can hear your thoughts, by the way,” she voiced as she leaned again to brush her lips against yours, grinning at your deer-in-headlights expression. “And I don’t mind finishing what Tash started earlier.”
In seconds you were kissing desperately again, this time shifting into Wanda’s lap when she pulled at your thigh to signal that she wanted it. Both hands were cupping your ass and squeezing firmly while yours were framed around her jaw, making sure that she didn’t take her exploring tongue anywhere else any time soon. One of her hands moved to the front of your body, her palm cupping the crotch area of your jeans, and your hips bucked forward at the sudden contact.
“Fuck, Wanda please,” you begged as you pulled back from the kiss, following her movements as she moved her hand slowly back and forth across the denim fabric.
“Please what, baby?” she mocked you, using her thumb to run small teasing circles on your already sensitive area.
“Please fuck me already.”
You whined quietly when she pulled her hand away entirely, instantly silenced by her fingers sliding into your mouth. You followed her instructions to wet them with your tongue as she unbuttoned your jeans with her free hand, letting out a shuddering gasp when she slipped her soaked fingers into your underwear and pushed them into you one at a time.
Once you adjusted to the feeling, you began to ride her hand impatiently while she undressed your top half, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed by her ability to multitask. She tossed your bra to the side and pulled you forward to wrap her lips around one of your nipples, licking and sucking while she kept the other occupied with her free hand, and you found yourself gripping the couch behind her so hard you could’ve torn the upholstery.
A string of curses came out as you found yourself grinding faster against her hand to match her increasing speed, moans tucked between gasps and whimpers following as you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of your orgasm.
“Please don’t stop,” you squeaked out when you were able to catch your breath for a second, and she laughed as she shifted to your other nipple. In the same moment her lips wrapped around it, her thumb began rubbing tight circles around your clit and the dam broke.
You were nearly screaming as your orgasm washed over you, hands shifting to tug at the fabric of her sweater as she helped you ride through it, shushing you as you shuddered in her lap. A loud whimper escaped you as she removed her fingers, feeling the fire ignite once more when she placed them in her own mouth to suck them clean with a wink. You were then pushed off her lap with your back hitting the cushion beside her as she pulled your jeans and underwear completely off. You felt exposed, lying completely nude while she still had on every bit of clothing she arrived in, but the feeling was forgotten when she spread your legs and dove in headfirst.
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Natasha walked into the house with two suitcases of Wanda’s things, placing them near the staircase after locking the door and headed to the basement. She felt a bit of concern at the silent nature of the house, which quickly faded when she entered the lounge area and spotted you and Wanda. You were sleeping in her arms on the couch, your naked bodies partially covered with a spare blanket and your head on her chest while her fingers trailed along the bare skin of your back.
“Oh hey,” Wanda whispered with a smile when she noticed Natasha. “Just got here?”
“Yeah, I did.” An amused smirk appeared on her lips as she took in your appearances. “You know, I just assumed the two of you would talk, but I guess this is a better way to get to know someone.”
“Sorry you missed the fun,” Wanda laughed. “But to be fair, you left her hanging earlier.”
“Definitely regret it now,” she chuckled as she came over to drop a kiss on your forehead and then Wanda’s. “Okay, you rest. I’m gonna unpack your clothes in one of the bedrooms.”
“I can do that, Tash, and you can stay here with printsessa. She’s gonna be out for a while anyway.”
“I got it, babe,” Natasha insisted as she stood up again, her eyes lingering on the two of you until she rounded the corner. Her smirk faded into a dreamy smile as she climbed the stairs, thinking of how much fun she and Wanda would have ruining you.
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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago
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Title: Kismet {9}
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Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor
Warning: Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy, POV Changes
Words: 3.5k
Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?
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The change within you was instantaneous, and your body fought it like a foreign virus. You’d barely slept a wink the night before. You tossed. You rolled. You took up your phone and hovered over Henry’s contact only to put it back down and toss and turn some more. Half of you wanted to talk to him so badly, but the other half wanted you to practice some restraint. There was no happy middle ground, and because there wasn’t, you struggled to find any peace in your mind. By the time you managed to fall asleep, it was one hour before you had to get up to prep for your day. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a message from the culprit to your sleeplessness himself.
 MSG Henry: Good morning, beautiful. I didn’t sleep a wink. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I must have picked up my phone ten times to text or call you. It’s torture not being able to hear the one voice you want to hear more than anything.
 As soon as you read the words, your heart literally melted, and butterflies filled your belly.
 “Christ almighty,” you whispered as your fingers itched to rapid-fire. Before you could catch yourself, you’d already typed out a reply and sent it.
 MSG: Good Morning to you too, handsome. I know what you mean. I didn’t sleep either. I almost called you so many times. I think you’re addicting.
 You reread the message then groaned at the last sentence.
 “Really, Aliya, addicting?” You rolled your eyes hard and pushed to get yourself ready for the day.
 By the time you’d left the hotel, he still hadn’t replied, and you regretted responding altogether.  So, here you were sitting in one of your four meetings for the day trying to keep your head in the game and your mind off of Henry’s lips, or his eyes, or the feel of his muscular arms around you. It was proving more complicated than it sounded. When you weren’t thinking of his lips, or his eyes, or his arms and kisses, you were overthinking your message and his lack of response.
 A little more than halfway in your first meeting, your phone went off, and you had to make yourself slow down and not leap for it. Nonchalantly, you glanced at the screen and saw Henry’s name.
 MSG Henry: Addicting, huh? I like that, but you should not be talking. I have been addicted to you since the day you bumped into me.
 Any worries you’d had the last few hours melted away, and a smile spread across your face.
 MSG: Do tell me more, Mr. Cavill.
 Barely a minute passed before another message came in.
 MSG Henry: I would rather tell you while looking in your eyes so you can see the depth of which I mean them in my eyes.
 You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes. He was different alright, you thought.
 MSG Henry: I’m sorry it took me this long to reply. I’m trying to finish up all business between today and tomorrow. I had to hide my phone from myself, or else I would have been messaging you this entire time.
 You couldn’t lie. That felt good to know that he was having as much of a struggle going about his typical day to day tasks as you were. The knowledge of that comforted you, but it also worried you. This thing was still so new. For the duration of your meeting, you texted on and off. It continued as you moved to your second and third meetings, and by then, your focus was shot. The only thing you cared about was what he was saying.
 You loved how open he was. He always found a way to describe to you just what he was thinking or feeling while still remaining mysterious enough to have you wondering what he felt and thought. It was interesting. You’d always been able to predict every man that tried to enter your life. You could predict their motives, what tactics they’d use to try to weasel themselves in, and you often could predict how things would end. With Henry, you’d been having a difficult time with those predictions. It bothered you.
 By the time you got back to your hotel room, it was nearing seven o’clock. You wasted no time putting your phone on silent to concentrate on a little self-care beginning with a soak in the jetted tub. You did your best to keep your mind open to allow the meditation track you played to really work at loosening the knots in your shoulders and tension in your neck. The stress of your life, mainly from work, was really beginning to show. It had always shown, you just never listened to your body whenever it told you to slow down or take it easy.
 Many of your friends and family teased you that you lived to work instead of working to live. There were times you were inclined to agree with them because you didn’t need to work so much to maintain the lifestyle you were accustomed to. You had more money than you knew what to do with. You could afford to take time off to recharge but, you’d lived with the belief that the less time you had to be idle, the better it was for your mental and emotional health. Idle hands, after all, were the devil’s playground. You’d grown so accustomed to working nonstop that you didn’t know how to just do nothing.  
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After almost two hours in the bath, as you walked into the bedroom, you saw your phone light up. It was an incoming call from Henry. Sighing, you plopped onto the bed, trying to fight back the smile that wanted freedom. The smile won the battle.
 “Hello?”
 “Did I wake you? I called earlier but--.”
 “No, I’m awake. I put my phone on silent and took a long bath,” you clarified.
 “Ah, that sounds relaxing. Maybe I should try that. I’m feeling this burnout more and more.”
 “Those who are serious about their craft work too much.”
 Henry sighed softly, and you wondered if there was a hint of mint and Guinness on his lips.
 “I don’t want to work tonight,” Henry declared. “Tonight, I want to be with you.”
 You dropped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Oh, do you now?”
 “Yes,” Henry confirmed, his voice dropping in baritone. Your belly fluttered, making you press your palm against it.
 “Have you eaten?”
 “I haven’t,” you breathlessly replied.
 “Good. I’ll be around for you in forty-five minutes.”
 You sprang upward. “That’s not enough time.”
 “Oh no? High maintenance are you?”
 You snorted and shook your head, hearing the tease and challenge in his voice.
 “Forty-five minutes then, just don’t get mad when I don’t look like pictures in magazines,” you quipped.
 “Come as you are.”
 Your reflection caught your eye. Because you’d gotten your hair slightly wet in the tub, it was now in a half natural half blown out state, making you look crazy. You doubted forty-five would be enough to tame it.
 “See you soon,” you said before hanging up to focus on getting yourself together.
 Forty-nine minutes later, you were dressed and on your way down in the elevator. As it made its way down, you assessed your appearance, thankful you were able to straighten your hair again to add a few loose curls. Part of you hadn’t wanted to bother, but you knew the dress you were going to wear would be better complemented with a sleek look. Your eyes skimmed the half sheer and half bodycon black dress you wore, loving that it was the right mix between sexy and classic. You added another layer of your mauve tinted lip gloss and just in time for the doors to open.
 It didn’t take long for you to spot him sitting in the lobby where one of the big-screen TVs were placed. He was watching a rugby match. You crossed the black and white designed tiled floors and approached behind him. When you dipped to his ear, his scent almost had a moan escaping you—almost.
 “Either, no matter where you are, you gravitate to rugby, or I took too long,” you whispered.
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Henry turned, and the moment his eyes landed on you, a dumbfounded look washed across his face. You tried not to bashfully look away as you watched his jaw drop when his eyes took in the full view.
 “Wow.”
 A giggle that would have been nauseating from someone else slipped from you, making you press your fingertips to your lips.
 “You’re breathtaking.”
 You smiled, then gently tapped his chest.
 “Stop.”
 “I’m being completely truthful.”
 Those damn butterflies made their presence known once again.
 “Thank you,” you whispered.
 Henry held out a single peony to you. “For you.”
 As you took it, your smile widened. “Wow, one of my favorite flowers.”
 “Is that so?”
 You nodded.
 “Hmm, happy coincidence,” Henry replied as he stood and buttoned his suit jacket. Once done, he held out his arm for you. “Shall we?”
 You nodded and looped yours with his, ready for whatever the night brought on.
  -Henry-
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As you sat across from him under the hanging flowers and dim lighting of the restaurant perusing the menu, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. It could have been the way the golden light bathed your skin, giving it an almost glowing aura. Or it could have been the soft smile pasted to your subtle painted lips. It could have even been the spell of the restaurant, the classical music playing, and the sweet scent of flowers that surrounded the two of you. Whatever it was, he itched to touch you, itched to get closer, and itched to do nothing but find a way to keep a smile on your face.
 “What?”
 Realizing you were now looking at him, he smiled back at you.
 “Nothing.”
 “No, no. That’s a something look,” you said, still not able to not smile.
 “It’s nothing,” he repeated.
 “Henry, seriously. What is it?”
 You reached out and gently slapped his hand, then rested it on top of the table.
 “Nothing, really. It’s just—I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of you,” he admitted.
 Your smile slipped, revealing a serious expression for a few seconds before you smiled again and dipped your head in a bashful way. Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, he closed the gap between your hands and took yours.
 “Your parents must be proud to have raised such a charming son.”
 He smiled, then shrugged. “She has five of them.”
 “Bless her heart,” you added, making him chuckle.
 A comfortable silence drifted between you as he enjoyed the softness of your hand in his and the way your warmth mingled with his. He could get used to this, he thought to himself. When the waiter returned to the table to pour the chosen wine into your glasses, you pulled your hand away, but he didn’t take offense.
 “So, by this time next week, I will be off the grid,” he said after the waiter walked off again.
 A quizzical look swept across your face.
 “Off the grid? Are you a spy?”
 He smiled. “I promise I’m not.”
 Another waiter approached the table, this time carrying your selected third and final courses. He thanked the waiter as he laid the plates before you before he retreated.
 “You were saying,” you prompted, lifting your dinner fork from the selection of three different ones to your right.
 “I’ve earned some much needed R&R.”
 With your fork paused at your lips, you smiled. “Oh, that’s great. Congratulations. When was the last time you took a holiday?”
 He watched you chew and quickly got lost watching your mouth. It took him several seconds to regain his train of thought.
 “Eh-em, uh—perhaps a year and a half, if we are talking about a true holiday.”
 “Wow, that’s a long time.”
 “What about you?”
 You smirked, then scoffed. “Define holiday.”
 He returned your smirk then rested his knife and fork atop the braised beef on his plate before he replied. “Time off, no work, nothing that you have to worry about that can cause stress,  anxiety, or tension. Oh, and of course, sleeping late, drinking until three or four in the morning, fun every day, and feeling refreshed upon return.”
 You smiled as you finished chewing. He watched you take another sip from your glass and knew the wine was only making your lips even sweeter than they already were.
 “Ha! Jeez, when you define it like that, it’s been years upon years,” you replied.
 “Not good at all.”
 You nodded. “Tell me about it.” A soft smile was still on your lips as you placed another forkful of the pan-seared sea bass you were eating.
 With those words, a thought formulated in his mind, and it was a thought he wondered if he put words to would you be receptive. The remainder of dinner passed comfortably. Another reason why he couldn’t stop thinking about you and enjoyed being around you was because your conversation was always excellent. There was never any form of discomfort or awkwardness between you. You easily talked about so many things, and the things you said were always thought-provoking and intelligent. While everyone thought you were just a pretty face, you’d repeatedly allowed him to see that the world knew nothing.
 His hand was rarely without yours in it, and when he held your hand, you softly raked your fingernails against the palm and fingers. Every time you did it, the goosebumps that raced across his skin sparked a reaction that was visible much, much lower than his hand. Everyone else in the restaurant could have disappeared for all he knew because you’d captivated him and every single one of his senses.
 By the time you left the restaurant, it was close to midnight, but you didn’t seem to care what time it was. You held onto his hand as you walked along The River Thames. He often did this late at night when he couldn’t sleep. It was really the only time he could come and not be bothered or recognized because he was more than likely the only one there. Tonight your laughter danced through the air, and the gentle ebb and flow of the water only helped the glistening light from the bridge and neighboring buildings shimmer that much more. It was quite romantic.
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You stopped and pressed your back to the iron gating that kept pedestrians out of the river. You stretched your arms out, leaning back as if to really enjoy the gentle breeze.
 “It’s a beautiful night,” you sighed out.
 Just like that, he drifted closer to you until there were only a few inches between your bodies. When you came upright again, your smile was still bright, even realizing he was so close.
 “Are you trying to push me in?”
 He smiled and shook his head. “Never.”
 “Oh no?”
 “No,” he repeated, taking another step to you.
 You bit your bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth, and he became even more painfully aware that he hadn’t sampled them since the night before.
 “Unacceptable,” he whispered.
 “What?”
 Reaching out, he cupped your jaw and slid his thumb across your cheekbone while he slowly traced every inch of your face to his memory. When his eyes met yours, he fell another foot or two deep into the quicksand-like pit of his growing feelings for you. He was so close to going under it was alarming.
 “It’s unacceptable that I haven’t tasted your lips in over twelve hours.”
 He heard a soft gasp escape your lips, and it was the only sound you made before his lips pressed to yours. The only move you made was to entangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feel of your fingers against his skin brought those familiar goosebumps. He moaned, then pulled you flush against him. The feel of your body against his made his heart thump rapidly, and when you moaned against his lips, the need to consume you took precedence.
 When he delved his tongue into your mouth, he was shocked when you swirled yours around his, and the sensual move had him pressing you firmly against the iron behind you. It was out of character for him to do this so wide in the open, but he felt himself doing things that no one would ever guess he would do when he was with you. Your soft nibbled on his bottom lip brought his mind back to the rising dilemma, rising being the operative word.
 Pulling his lips from yours, he rested his forehead to yours. Both of you didn’t speak; instead, you were both lost in trying to catch your breath. Long moments passed, and in those moments, he fought to regain his composure. He’d never reacted to anyone the way he reacted to you.
 “Come with me,” he whispered, his voice shakier than he’d expected.
 Your eyes fluttered open, and he didn’t know if it was wishful thinking, but he swore he saw actual stars in them that put the night sky to shame.
 “Where?”
 “Away on holiday.”
 You pulled back a few centimeters and gazed into his eyes more intently. He watched them dart from his left eye, then to the right and back again. Slowly the stars vanished, and humor replaced them.
 “Good one,” you said before you laughed out loud, pulling your body from his.
 “Oh my god, you really had me going for a second,” you said through laughter.
 You took two steps as if to continue walking, but he laced his fingers with yours and pulled you back before him. You gasped, and the sound of it made him close the space between you again, pressing you onto the iron bars. With his body pressed to yours leaving no evidence of there being two bodies, you moaned, and the sound almost had him capturing your lips again. If he did though, he didn’t know if his hands would remain respectful.
 “I wasn’t kidding.”
 Your eyes were on his lips, and the desire for you to take control, almost overrode his desire to be in control—almost.
 “What?”
 “Come on holiday with me, just the two of us, a beach wine somewhere—anywhere.”
 He saw the moment you realized he was as serious as a heart attack.
 “You’re serious,” you reiterated.
 “More serious than I’ve been about anything.”
 You didn’t speak for the next minute, but you also didn’t move away. He decided he’d give you the time to consider it.
 You scoffed before you spoke. “What? Henry—we can’t.”
 “Why?”
 You gaped at him as if he were insane.
 “Why?” That was when you pulled away from him and took a few steps sideways while still leaning against the gate. “We—we don’t--.”
 You looked as if you were wracking your brain for a response, but you also looked like you were trying to catch your breath.
 “We don’t know anything about each other.”
 He took a step to you. You didn’t move.
 “Which is why a private holiday would aid in us getting to know each other—uninterrupted without the pretexts,” he replied.
 Your eyes widened before you shook your head then turned to face the water. You peered out silently, baffled. “Henry—we can’t.”
 He approached you, and as he leaned against the gate, you looked at him. “Tell me why,” he requested.
 “Why—because—I—I don’t do—that,” you stuttered.
 “What holidays?”
 He saw the exasperation wash across your face before it went blank. You stepped away again, then cleared your throat.
 “I have an early flight out tomorrow.”
 It was hard not to feel the rejection, but he hid it the best he could. Nodding, he held out his arm for you to take.
 “Then let’s get you back to your hotel.”
 The entire ten-minute walk, his mind went from one thing to the next. He worried he’d come on too strong, or that he’d said the wrong thing, or somehow offended you. Then he went back and forth with his decision to even ask you. Part of him felt like maybe he was jumping a little too far ahead, but the other part of him felt there was nothing wrong with inviting you especially based on how things had gone the entire night and the vibes he picked up. That made him wonder if he’d read the evening entirely wrong.
 When he stopped with you in your hotel's lobby, he was in no hurry to ask you again. He’d begun to feel quite stupid. His hurt feelings needed the night to recover. He took your arm from the crook of his elbow and held your hand. Again, you didn’t pull away. Deciding he couldn't afford to give you the time to, he lowered your hand and stepped away from you.
 “Thank you for dinner.”
 “T—thank you,” you said barely above a whisper.
 He nodded and debated his next move. He took a timid step forward and kissed your cheek.
 “Have a safe flight.”
 “Thank you.”
 This one was a whisper.
 “Good night, Aliya,” he breathed out before he quickly kissed your forehead then walked away out the door and down the street without looking back.
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hopelesshawks · 4 years ago
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Official Accounts Part 20- Rescue
Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result
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Warning for canon-typical violence, major character injury, and manga spoilers
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No one had come rushing down the stairs after Dabi had alerted you a guest had arrived. Nor had Dabi felt inclined to go check who it was, much to your chagrin. “Hmm, seems our little guest is shy. Shall we call whoever they are down?” Dabi asks. You don’t dignify his question with a response and choose only to glare at him. He saunters up to you, placing a warm hand on your waist, but soon warm becomes hot and then hot becomes burning. Literally. You grit your teeth for as long as possible, not wanting to give the deranged man in front of you the satisfaction, but eventually the pain grows too intense and you can’t help but cry out.
Hawks flinches at the sound of you crying out. His heart wants him to rush in there but his head knows better. Hawks is a smart, calculating man. He knows that Dabi is intending to get a rise out of him. He knows that in a one-on-one fight between him and Dabi, the other man has the advantage. He knows that back up is on the way. The kind of back up that will make this a quick and easy job. He knows all this. His commission approved, highly tuned instincts know this. A small, unhelpful voice in the back of his head reminded him that the last time he chose his brain over his heart in regards to you it had cost him your affections. Is that why every single cell in his body is telling him to go in anyway? No. Hawks would wait. Because it was the rational and logical option. It was the option that was least likely to get both of you killed. He could wait the 10-15 minutes max it would take for one of the others to get there. But then you cried out again, and without him consciously deciding to, Hawks was speeding to your location as if his body was moving of its own accord.
The minute he had eyes on Dabi, Hawks lunged forward and slashed at the other man, aiming for the seams between his healthy and scarred skin. He manages a couple hits but Dabi had been anticipating the winged hero so he quickly moved away from you and out of the way. “Ohh I was hoping it’d be you that showed up!” Dabi laughs. “You should’ve left her out of this,” Hawks growls back. His instincts were on fire in a way they’d never been before. Not the refined instincts of the HPSC, drilled into his head since childhood. No these were more primal, more feral, than that. “We both know this isn’t a good match up for you Hawks. What could possibly have driven you to come charging in like this, hm?” Dabi taunts as he unleashes his blue flames in Hawks’ direction. Hawks rolled away as quickly as he could but still winces as he feels some of his feathers get caught in the blaze. “You gonna talk or we gonna fight?” Hawks snarks back before once again diving in to try and close the distance between he and his adversary.
Dabi had chosen his location well. The confined room severely restricted Hawks’ mobility, further disadvantaging him in a fight already not tipped in his favor. To compensate he sent several feathers out to increase the amount of areas Dabi would have to defend. If he had to take the villain down with a thousand tiny cuts instead of a dramatic final slash he would. But Dabi is smart too and so he picked and chose which feathers to ward off and which to let land. As much as Hawks was hanging in there he was literally burning through feathers at an alarming rate and no matter how much he tried to dodge, the tightness of the room pretty much guaranteed he’d take at least a little heat. This was bad. It was really bad. But he couldn’t stop now. So he pressed on and hoped back up would arrive soon.
Your heart had constricted painfully in your chest when you saw Hawks come flying down the stairs. You knew this was not a fight he would likely win. Not alone. Which is why you wasted no time taking advantage of Dabi’s focus being entirely on the winged hero instead of you. Your eyes turned to the chain and handcuffs confining you and you took a deep breath to steady your hands before getting to work. You carefully grab hold of the chain and start pressing it past the raw skin of your wrists to get inside one of the cuffs until you can loop it over your hand. Then, slowly but surely, you’re able to pull it through until you free the handcuffs from the ceiling chain. You immediately begin working the chain connecting the cuffs, trying to line up the links just right to get the tension you need to break them apart. “C’mon, c’mon,” you groan in frustration as your eyes dart between the cuffs and the ongoing fight.
It’s going as poorly as you knew it would. Granted, Hawks is certainly giving a valiant effort. Dabi is cut and bleeding in several places. A few of the staples on his arms and face are even detached. But there is no questioning who is leading. Hawks could barely fly in the confines of the room anyway but now even if he had the space he wouldn’t have the feathers to do so. He’s breathing heavy and there’s already large angry patches of red skin from the burns he’s received. He can’t afford to throw away any more feathers by sending them at Dabi from all angles so the most he can do is duck and weave Dabi’s flames as much as possible to try and get in close and get in an incapacitating hit. Then you see the determined look in his eye, despite the fact he’s fighting a losing battle, and your blood turns to ice in your veins. It’s like watching your mother’s last moments all over again. One lone hero against a force they clearly can’t beat and yet so, so determined to press on. At least back then the tv screen had put distance between you and the struggle. Now you were watching a hero fall in real time.
You watch in horror as Dabi finally gets the hit he was waiting for and Hawks goes careening to the side. You continue to fumble with the cuffs, the tension constantly falling away just before it can break the chain keeping you from helping Hawks. Dabi laughs and it’s a cruel sound as Hawks has no choice but to curl up and cover his head and vital organs from the raging blue flames. Tears are flowing down your face and your vision blurs as you watch Dabi slowly approach the fallen hero before kicking him in the stomach once, twice, three times. The links of the handcuffs catch and once again you begin to bend them in hopes this time the tension will finally break them apart. “What will be left of you if I clip your wings?” Dabi cackles as he reaches for what little is left of the appendages in question. But before he can do anything the cuffs finally snap. Your quirk comes roaring back to the surface and no sooner do you feel it swell within you are you directing every ounce of it at Dabi, your eyes glowing with the power of it. Dabi slams into the back wall and you surge forward to put yourself between him and Hawks, who looks on the verge of passing out. “Well, well, well. He wasn’t kidding when he said your quirk was strong. This makes things interesting,” Dabi smirks as he slowly gets back to his feet. “Really? Because I’m already bored of you,” you fire back before surging forward and wielding your quirk with a ferocity you never had before.
You’re not a trained hero. Technically what you’re doing is illegal, considering you don’t have any kind of hero’s license. None of that matters in this moment though. What Dabi had on you in experience, you compensated for with agility. It isn’t enough to get you a win but it can buy you time as you pray more help is on the way. Your ribs are aching, you’ve acquired several severe burns, and you’re starting to slow down but still you push and for the first time you think you understand why your mother made the choice she did. Suddenly a familiar voice echoes through the room. “DIE!” Bakugo screams as he comes crashing in, tackling Dabi in one explosive move. You don’t stop to see the result, your faith fully in your friend as you rush to where Hawks is lying unconscious on the ground. You wrap one of his arms around your shoulders and do your best to stand, half walking half dragging him out of the room. You don’t look back until you’ve managed to get him outside of the building but even still you can hear the sound of Dabi and Bakugo’s fight.
“Hawks? Hawks! C’mon I need you to wake up. I need you to wake up for me,” you plead as you lay him down on the concrete, kneeling beside him. You pat his face repeatedly until finally you get his eyes to flutter open. “Oh thank god! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Jesus Hawks!” you sigh, already cataloging his various injuries to report to emergency services. “Keigo.” “What?” “My real name. It’s Keigo. You... you can’t use it where someone might hear but you can use it.” His voice sounds so weak you could cry again. “Your eyes are glowing. ‘S beautiful,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to cup your face before passing back out. “It’s gonna be ok Keigo,” you reply in a hushed voice, although you doubt he hears you. It’s not too long after that you hear the familiar rumble of Chargebolt’s motorcycle as he races to the location, Mirko arriving shortly thereafter. “They’re inside! Hawks needs urgent medical attention,” you tell them before they can ask. Mirko gives a curt nod and rushes into the building, following the sounds of the fight. Chargebolt hesitates as his eyes scan over your various injuries, the tear tracks still evident on your face from when you’d been crying earlier. “I’m fine, Denki. I promise. Just toss me your phone so I can call an ambulance and the cops. Dabi stole mine,” you assure him. He nods and does exactly that before racing in to help Mirko and Bakugo. As you dial the emergency services number your gaze returns to the number two hero. Almost all of his feathers have been burned away, leaving just the nubs of his wings and the immobile feathers at their base. Laying on his back the way he is, someone who didn’t know who he was wouldn’t be able to tell he’s supposed to have wings at all. Your heart aches as you can’t help but think how small he looks without them.
Author’s Note: I wanna give a big shout out to @dutchintheusa on tiktok who is the one I got the hack about escaping hand cuffs chained to the ceiling from that (y/n) uses here and how to escape handcuffs without a Bobby pin. He’s got a bunch of emergency/survival escape techniques as well as general advice to stay safe in a scary world. I would highly recommend checking him out. The fight is heavily inspired by the fight between Hawks and Dabi in the manga and the fact I have repeatedly wished I could insert myself into that room and protect Hawks (hence the spoiler tag). Also I listened to Tantrum by Ashnikko on repeat while writing this if you want an idea of the ~vibe~ of the fighting lmao.
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superbat highschool au - Halloween
[warning for: non consensual kissing, implied abusive living situations]
As Halloween grew closer, Tommy (bundled up in the same scarf and loafers as Bruce) asked if anyone had plans for the evening. 
--
Clark hadn’t celebrated Halloween in a couple of years now. Not really. Maybe a Halloween party here or there but that was it. Houses were too far spaced out for trick-or-treat back home.
“Uh, I mean I think Bruce ‘n I were going to head to the library again, but--” Clark began, looking to the other boy for confirmation.
--
Bruce began to nod, but--
“No, Bruce and I are gonna go out on the town,” Tommy said, swinging his arm around Bruce’s shoulders and tugging him close. 
“...Tommy, curfew exists,” Bruce said, huffing a little. 
“Not if we break it, it doesn't,” he said, grinning. 
--
“Uh, okay. Is that an invitation then?” Clark smirked.
Breaking curfew once wouldn’t get him expelled.
--
“It can be,” Tommy said. “Harv?”
Harvey gave him a look that called him an idiot.  
“Gotham on Halloween?” he said. “You're not exactly strolling around the hill houses for candy.”
--
“Is it bad?” Clark asked. “I’ve actually never been off school grounds.”
He’d never seen the city.
--
“Halloween’s crazy for crime everywhere,” future lawyer Harvey Dent said flatly. “It's thematic.”
And if Gotham didn't follow a trend towards the thematic… whew. 
Bruce just seemed to be taking a moment to be stunned that Clark hadn't been anywhere outside the school. 
“Okay,” he said, turning to Tommy. “What’s the plan?”
“I was thinkin’ ice cream and bowling,” Tommy said, grinning. “You wanna plan our escape?”
(Bruce had been thinking too much about the library lately. It was time to steer him towards literally any other thinking direction)
And Bruce nodded, accepting that assignment. 
--
“Sounds fun.” Clark said, shrugging on his jacket.
“So how do you usually sneak out?”
--
“Badly,” Harvey said, still crossing his arms and clearly not pleased. 
“Dodge the guards. Hop the gate,” Bruce said. “Not hard. Easier with a rope. Getting in again’s worse.”
“Cause they actually expect it,” Tommy explained before there were any questions. 
“But at least we’re only on the second floor this year. If we weigh down the curtains and leave the window open it shouldn't be noticeable.”
--
“If it helps any I can jump pretty high,” Clark said. “So you shouldn’t have to worry much about me keeping up.”
Totally within normal human standards. Yes.
--
Bruce snorted. Laughed almost. 
“The gate’s ten feet at lowest,” he said. “Plus spikes.”
--
Clark was so stuck between keeping everything under cover and bragging. He could fly since he was 10. Ten feet was nothing. Ten feet was laughable.
He opened his mouth, swallowed, and sighed.
Dammit.
Keep it under wraps.
“Right.”
--
The boys just huddled together again, nodding and still discussing. “So, do we need rope? Or are we gonna be able to grip the bars?”
“I need the rope,” Harvey said miserably. 
“Got it,” Tommy said. “Leave it to me.”
“Please don't steal stuff and get us in more trouble when we get caught.”
“Never,” Tommy promised. “As if Bruce and I would get caught.”
(Bruce laughed then, but it was anxious for different reasons, then.)
--
“I’ll be able to grip the bars.” Clark said, for what little it was worth. For a moment he even considered offering to carry Harvey over on his back, but he thought maybe that was too much.
Could kids his age carry kids their own size on their backs?
He looked pensive for a moment.
No. Probably not.
“Anything I can help with?”
--
Tommy shook his head just as Bruce did. 
“Lay low,” Bruce said. “...have any hats?”
--
Clark thought about that before turning and digging through his things.
He slapped on an old, beat up John Deere baseball cap.
--
Bruce made a distressed face. 
“...have any other hats?”
--
“I gotta winter hat but it’s not that cold out.”
“What’s wrong with my hat?”
--
“That Bruce’s gotta wear it,” Tommy said, grinning. 
--
… Clark grinned, took off the hat, and shoved it onto Bruce.
--
“Nnnooo,” Bruce said, hat shoved onto his head and shoved down even more securely by Tommy. 
It tilted his dark hair out of place and looked completely out of place with his ironed white oxford and school blazer. 
--
“It suits ya.” Clark grinned.
It really didn’t.
--
“You're a shit liar,” Bruce said. 
“Quick, get the smallest shirt you have, Kent. He still sticks out too much!”
“Just use some of mi--” Harvey started to say. 
But that got hushed as Tommy urged them into a game of Bruce Dressup, and Halloween grew ever closer, until finally the night arrived.
--
Clark couldn’t do anything about Bruce’s very pressed pants, but he could find a small shirt for him.
‘Small’ being relative.
Bruce would drown in it a little, but at least in the end he didn’t stand out so much in his old ratty John Deere hat.
And when the night arrived he followed their lead.
--
….Bruce, unwillingly, donned the shirt and cap when it was finally time, looking a bit more like a ruffian with the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the cap on his uncombed hair. 
It made him look shorter. His face seemed rounder. Almost puppyish. 
He was a very determined looking puppy as they rigged up their window so that the corner of the bunk bed jutted into view of the opening. 
Tommy had, indeed, acquired a rope from somewhere, and they tied one end into a loop, tossing it around the shallow jut of the bedpost and getting ready. 
Tommy was lookout as Bruce descended first. 
Then Harvey. They'd wait for Clark. Tommy last. They flicked the rope until it came loose from the bedpost, gathered it up, and raced to the gate, sneaking around the buildings and in the bushes in the low light. 
The gate was closed for the night, and they snuck under the desk guard to reach it. 
Again, Bruce took it first, climbing up between the bars using the traction on his shoe to get up. 
The rope was thrown over between the spokes at the top. Used to control their descent. 
He ushered Clark to mimic him once he'd made it to the other side and decided it was clear. Harvey had to have his foot in the loop and he pulled over to make it. 
Tommy went last again, staying behind to make sure Harvey had someone to catch him if he fell. 
And they were outside. 
--
It was hard for Clark to do things like these guys.
He… might have flown a little to descend out of the window a little faster, but kept his feet on the wall and his hands gripped to the rope so at least it looked like he was doing it like everyone else.
The gate though.
Ugh.
He tried to mimic Bruce as best he could, but it looked a little too… flawless. He didn’t strain or land on the other side very hard.
But they had made it.
… And outside, in the dark, there was even more light for his eyes to catch than usual.
--
He was lucky the boys were largely too focused on their own descents to notice. 
That streetlights were common enough to make his eyes look somewhat normal for the moment. 
Once they were on the street, Tommy and Harvey definitely took the lead, steering them up north of the academy, to a slightly more crowded--and festive--area. 
--
“Is this what you guys do every year?” Clark asked anyone who wanted to answer.
He always kinda wondered what these rich city kids did for fun.
--
“What? No way,” Tommy said. “I mean. That'd be nice…”
Harvey shook his head, too. His hands were wrapped around his elbows in a self-protective hug. “Normally wouldn't be able to get away with it.”
“Besides. Our old roommate was really bad at stuff,” Tommy added. “Like not getting all of us in trouble.”
“Spent last year in detention,” Bruce mumbled. 
(By now, Clark knew that didn't necessarily mean Bruce had done anything to deserve detention. 
It could've just been he'd been around while someone did something. Or been the dorm mate of someone who did something. 
...Harvey’s caving to come made more sense if he would just be punished anyway, if they were caught.)
--
“So, what, you just spend Halloween in your dorm studying? That’s… a lot less than I expected out here.” Clark said, not looking as defensive as maybe he should have been in Gotham of all places, hands in his pockets and head up.
Casual.
--
(Bruce kept his head down and the baseball cap over his eyes.)
“...what did you think we did?” Bruce asked. “Orgies? I'm taking you out for ice cream and bowling, Kent.”
--
“I dunno… parties? I thought that's what rich kids did. Go to clubs. Drink. That kinda thing.”
“... Not that I'm saying I want to do those things, but…” Clark shrugged.
--
All the same, all three kids had paused in walking to stare at him. 
“...I wouldn't even be able to set foot out of the house if Mom had her way,” Tommy said, staring. 
“....” Bruce just had that look on his face. 
“Hey. I worked my way in,” Harvey said. 
“I did too!” said Tommy, turning on Harvey a little. “I had to barter to get here.”
“...”
Bruce shuffled a little closer to Clark and breathed out, “their dads are the ones who drank all night.”
And that was all he mumbled before trying to step forward and break up the fight again. 
The bowling alley would close, late hours or not, if they didn't get a-moving. 
--
“Oh.” He mumbled to Bruce, and started walking too.
“Sorry, I guess the TV makes you think one thing even when it isn't very true. Sounds like I get it more'n you guys.”
--
Once more they turned, surprised. 
“You've fucked?” Tommy said. 
He had definitely pegged Clark for a virgin. 
--
Clark nearly tripped over his own feet.
“N-no!! No! God.”
He was beet red.
--
“Did you mean ‘out’?’” Harvey asked, baffled, at the same time as Tommy said, “oh. Okay. Harv still has company then, at least.”
Bruce could finally see the bowling alley coming up. Extended hours for the weekend. 
Ice cream parlor across the street. 
Yes. 
--
“Ugh, shut up.” Clark groaned, following them while rubbing his face to try and get some of the red from his cheeks.
--
“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy said, dropping it as they ducked into the building. It was much warmer inside. “...it's not like we have the money to get into clubs or buy alcohol, though. Seriously.”
“TV,” Harvey shrugged, quietly trying to reassure Clark a little that it was fine. 
--
“What’d ya mean? You at least get an allowance, right?” Clark said.
“Even I get an allowance. Or at least paid a little when I help out on the farm.”
--
….Harvey shook his head. “...my family doesn't have the money for an allowance, anyway.”
Tommy just scowled. “If I see any of my dad’s money it'll be long after mom’s died.”
Meanwhile, Bruce ducked his head, and pulled out a ten dollar bill, handing it to Tommy, who took it and huffed up to the counter to pay, being the one who was clearly not dark-haired Bruce Wayne in a baseball cap and oversized shirt. 
“...I get an allowance,” he admitted. “But it's not like I’m going to hike ten miles into the city from the manor to use it.”
--
“Jeeze…” He mumbled over Tommy talking about his mom needed to die for him to get his dad’s money.
“I guess that makes sense.” He said to Bruce again, watching Tommy pay for them.
“Thanks for treatin’ us though.”
Even if it made sense Bruce would pay for it. Still polite to thank him.
--
Bruce smiled a little. “Yeah. No problem. It's nice to get out. Thanks for the hat.”
“Shoooes!!” Tommy called once he'd paid, waving them over to change. 
A four player game was being set up for them, the first letters of their names being their designations. 
And ready to go. 
A night away.
--
Clark smiled back.
He got his change of shoes and then looked around for the heaviest ball they had. It still wouldn’t be enough to offset his throw, but it would help. It was easier not to look too strong when you needed to roll it rather than throw it. It was just a matter of dialing back the momentum.
His first throw though it went way too fast. Nothing that would break everything in its way, but still just too fast.
Shit.
He would try and hide his distressed face and play it off and… dial it back for the one after that.
--
The desk manager warned him the ball was probably way too heavy, but thankfully, the other three boys seemed to tack up his wild throw to weight and momentum, laughing wildly as it careened impressively fast-- into the gutter. 
“Beautiful!” Tommy whistled at him. 
“Like you'll do any better,” Harvey said. 
(And Tommy did not.)
But after a few rounds, everyone was adjusting a little better to the balls, and…
Bruce sat beside Clark while waiting his turn, and jeered the others when they missed just like they did him. 
And… seemed relaxed and happy for once. 
Smiling. 
--
“Hah!” Clark hollered as Tommy did just as poorly as him.
As the night went on though he did get used to rolling the ball down the lane and compensating for how little it weighed to him in comparison.
It was a lot of fun.
He cheered and jeered everyone when they did well or poorly, jabbing them with words just the same as they did him. He tended to stick to Bruce more than Harvey or Tommy. They had grown to know each other a lot better over the past month working on their Court of Owls stuff.
It was good.
This was fun.
He was clapping and laughing along with the rest of them, and upon noticing Bruce looked happy too he would give him a little nudge and a smile.
Happy to see him happy.
--
Bruce had gotten a lot better at being casual with Clark with their search together the last month, but-- 
It wasn't as if he smiled much during the investigating. It wasn't like he was giddy over crime scenes. Any excitement he had about finding a pattern quickly turned to seriousness as soon as he had to explain what he’d noticed. 
And in school, he said little. Let people part in front of him or walk by him without any seeming preference. 
But here, finally, it was just fun. 
...through some twist of fate, Harvey’s score was highest at the end of the game. 
They had no real way they planned to reward the winner. But it was fine if they just mocked Bruce's place in dead last. 
He had wonderful aim, after all--if he was aiming for the gutter. 
But when the game ended, Bruce trotted over to the shoes, picking up his and Clark’s, and bringing them back over to change quietly before heading across the street for the last half hour the ice cream parlor would be open. 
Bruce didn't have to tell Tommy what he wanted--a float--but Tommy would ask the other two before trotting up once more with Bruce’s cash in hand to pay and order at the counter while the four slid into a booth. 
And maybe because Tommy was up paying, Bruce found himself sliding in beside Clark to sit across from Tommy, instead of beside him for once. 
--
Clark’s choice of ice cream was pretty much the most boring of all; a vanilla shake.
He sat on the inside by the window, and didn’t think twice about Bruce sliding in beside him.
“How often have you gone bowling before, Harvey?”
--
Harvey shook his head. A lot. “Almost none? I think in Jr High we went once as a class trip, but I was terrible at it.”
“Harv has two settings,” Bruce said, leaning his chin on his hand and very carefully not putting his elbow on the table. “Professional, and worst luck ever.”
--
Clark snorted, “Man now I feel worse, I go bowling like… at least once a year when my friends and I are bored back home. It’s one of the few things to do back in Smallville.”
--
“Yeah?” Bruce said, leaning in a little, interested. “You've mentioned your town a couple times. What's it like?”
--
“Lives up to the name.” Clark smiled. “Small. Bowling alley, gas station, market. Got one street light in the whole town. The farm is about five miles from the center of town, you gotta have a car or a bike to get anywhere.”
“People always hang out by the train tracks or the ol’ Glott farm that’s cavin’ in on itself.”
--
“Does it rain any less?” Harvey asked, a little sardonic, but still listening all the same. 
It was about then that Tommy came back with their ice cream. 
Vanilla shake. Two root beer floats. A sundae. 
But when he made it to the table, he paused before setting things down, as if he had to… look around and see where they were all sitting for a second. 
--
“Yeah but we gotta worry about tornados way more.” Clark said, and was already reaching for his shake since he was the only one to get one by the looks of things.
“Thanks Tommy.”
--
“Y’welcome,” Tommy said, and... passed out the rest. 
Sundae for Harvey. Floats for him and Bruce. He sat across from Bruce at the table, and didn't interrupt the conversation. Just started to drink silently through his straw. 
“...are tornadoes actually like what they say?” Bruce asked. “I read they can pick up a carton of eggs and just set them down miles away, completely intact.”
--
“Oh yeah, they’re capable of some crazy stuff. After one I saw someone’s record just… stuck in a tree. Like it was a razor blade. Powerlines bent over like they were made of playdough. Then sometimes it’ll set a full can of soda down on someone’s steps without a dent.”
He took a sip from his milkshake, oblivious to anything amiss with Tommy.
--
It was a nice way to ease into the later part of the night. A nice wind-down from bowling as they asked questions about Kansas and what it was like to live on a farm. In a small town. 
When his float was almost drained, Bruce stood, saying, “bathroom, be right back,” and turned to head to the back of the shop. 
“Me too,” said Tommy, following along behind him a moment later, wobbling to get out of the table with his long legs. 
(They turned a corner and headed into the boy’s bathroom, and once they were there, door shut against anyone listening, Tommy said, “Bruce?”)
--
“Okay,” Clark said, and thought nothing of it. He slurped the last of his shake through his straw.
But he did overhear their conversation, whether he intended to or not.
--
Neither did Harvey, who had gotten content to just sit and listen after a while, and was now just quietly watching the street go by, trying to find room in himself to finish up his sundae. 
(“Hm?” Bruce said. 
“Are you mad at me?”
“What? No. Why would I be mad at you?”
“You’ve been avoiding me, lately,” said Tommy.)
--
… Clark turned and looked in the direction of the bathroom.
He didn’t look too hard. Not yet. But he was definitely listening.
As far as he knew Bruce wasn’t mad at Tommy at all.
Nothing had changed.
--
“Don't lie to me,” Tommy said, voice no louder, but a thousand times more sharp than it'd been a moment before. 
There was a stutter in Bruce’s heart. 
“We tell each other everything,” he said. “I told you everything. And now all you do is hang out with Clark.”
“...we’re just looking stuff up,” Bruce said, voice low and careful. “It's just hanging out. It's different.”
“Really? Because you barely ask to just hang out with me. You were gonna be with him before I got this plan together, you remember?”
There was a footstep. A set of footsteps. Shuffling around. 
--
Clark narrowed his eyes.
He glanced at Harvey, then leaned his head in his hands to try and hide the line of sight to his eyes as they glowed blue and looked harder.
Into the boy’s bathroom.
--
He'd find them both shuffled into the two-stall bathroom, neither in stalls. Just Bruce taking a step back towards the back wall, and the tail end of Tommy moving forward, teeth clenched in distress. 
“It's not like that,” Bruce said, keeping his voice certain, even if he didn't look it. “We came along, we went with your plan, didn't we? You're still my best friend, Tommy, come on--”
“Prove it,” Tommy said. 
“What?” said Bruce, furrowing his nose. 
“I told you everything Bruce,” Tommy said, and took a step forward once more, even without Bruce moving back. “So if you really care then just--”
And Tommy had pushed Bruce by the shoulders against the wall, and pushed their mouths together. 
For a long, silent moment, Bruce just stared, unresponsive at him. 
Then, he reeled back with a punch, and slammed Tommy flat on his back. 
--
Before Clark knew it he had crushed his now empty shake glass in his hand.
“Gnnhshit.” He mumbled, blinking hard and looking away from the bathroom.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
The woman working behind the counter was already looking up and heading towards their booth to see what happened.
--
Harvey practically jumped in his seat at the shattering, turning to stare. “Oh, crap! Are you okay?!”
He grabbed a napkin and started trying to help, dabbing up the spilled milkshake and reaching for Clark’s hand to check for injuries. 
--
“Yeah, I’m-- yeah I’m fine.”
He showed him his hand.
No blood. No glass stuck in it.
“What happened over here?” The woman asked, and Clark mumbled out something that was hard to hear. Something like ‘wasn’t paying attention’ and ‘sorry’.
--
“There must've been a crack in the glass,” Harv reasoned, helping her pick the glass up from the floor and countertop. “It just broke while you were holding it?”
From the back of the shop, two boys exited the bathroom.
“Did something happen?” Bruce asked, coming over. 
(Tommy was quiet, behind him.)
--
Clark started to help too.
“Broke my glass.” Was all he managed, still a little too stunned to say much.
“You kids be careful, I’ll clean this up. Don’t worry about it.” The woman said, trying to shoo them off lest they end up cutting themselves.
--
The other three figured he was stunned from his glass exploding in his hand, and they shyly backed off a bit as the waitress shooed them.
“Sorry about this-- here,” he said, and shuffled in his pocket. 
He pulled out a five. 
“Whatever doesn't replace the glass is a tip,” he said, handing it to her. 
--
“Sorry.” Clark said again, and carefully got out of the booth, picking any glass off his lap if there was any.
“Thank you young man.” The woman said, not recognizing who it was handing her the money.
--
“It's no problem,” he said, but even though she didn't recognize him at that moment, he still was hit by an overwhelming urge to put the cap on and hurry the group outside. 
If Clark had ice cream in his lap, it was wiped off with napkins, and Tommy said, at some point, “we should probably head back.”
He and Bruce left their floats unfinished, and were ready to get out the door. 
--
“Yeah. Good idea.” Clark said, and quickly started to walk towards the door.
God.
Shit.
Things were going to be so awkward back in the dorm.
Should he ask Bruce about it??
--
Bruce and Tommy said nothing. Nothing at all about what happened. 
They followed Tommy and Harvey back to the Academy’s gates and took the rope out of Harv’s bag to throw it up again and get them all over. 
Bruce first. The surest climber. Clark. Harvey. 
Tommy picked up last. A sure climber, but big enough to catch them if they fell. 
They snuck back on campus. Lassoed the end of the bed in their window, and rock climbed their way up the building in reverse order. Tommy lookout up top to keep the knot stable. Bruce, surest climber, getting up when no one would be there to catch him if he fell. 
...once they were on campus, all three boys fell into their usual quiet, reserved for avoiding detection after hours, but still-- Harvey said, quietly, “...thanks for doing this. I think I needed to have a day.”
“Course,” Tommy said, stripping to his Pjs and grinning. “Anytime.”
Bruce nodded too. 
“It was a good idea.”
...he returned the hat. The shirt. 
He tugged on his night clothes too. 
As if nothing had happened. 
--
Clark followed them all in, kicking off his shoes and sitting on the edge of his bed as everyone wound down.
“... Yeah. Was fun.” He said, trying to sound convincing.
It was already way past hours and he didn’t want to risk sneaking out in his street clothes, so even he changed into his pajamas in the room too. At least the lights were off so maybe they wouldn’t notice anything weird.
Not that he was… that weird. A little more jacked than a sixteen year old should be, but it was dark, so…
He hurried through it and climbed into bed.
--
...tonight, they were all a little too distracted to really notice. 
Even Bruce was too tired to have one of his quiet nightmares, which surprised even him upon waking. 
...and upon waking, Tommy and Bruce would get changed together as usual. 
Head off to class after sitting together at breakfast. 
No hint of what had occurred between them the night before.
--
Clark changed in the bathroom again that morning. He was still too self-conscious to do it around everyone else.
He didn't mention anything to anyone. He ate breakfast with the others, went to classes even if it was just him and Tommy in the same one.
Waited until that evening when again it was just him and Bruce walking to the library.
“Hey, so… last night.”
“You and Tommy fight or anything? I thought I heard something when we got ice cream.”
--
There was an uptick in Bruce’s heart rate, but his confused expression revealed nothing of the sort. 
“No? Maybe you heard him spook me when I got out of the stall. Wasn't expecting him.”
--
Ah.
“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Is what he said instead though rather than keep prying. “Just checking that you guys are okay.”
--
“...why wouldn't we be?” Bruce asked, his own thoughts loud panic bells that couldn't be heard by anyone else. 
No one could know. Even if Bruce didn't want it. That didn't matter as much as Tommy had done it and Bruce was a boy. 
And he didn't want to know what their teachers, or the press, or Tommy’s Mom would do if they found out. 
“Is something wrong?”
--
“Tommy seemed kinda distracted I guess. Quiet. Normally he doesn't shut up.” Clark tried to huff a laugh.
“But maybe I'm reading too much into it. I was kinda distracted too.”
--
“He might be tired,” Bruce said, making a mental note to tell Tommy to talk more. (Maybe it’d even make him happy.) “or dreading break,  now that it's officially November.”
November. 
Clark had made it to the third month. 
--
“Dreading-- oh right, he doesn't seem to like his mom very much.” Clark said, wanting to get off the topic he brought up.
“Man I can't wait to go home and visit.”
--
“...it hasn't been a good couple years between them, yeah,” Bruce admitted. “...what are you going to do at home?”
--
Clark shrugged, “See my friends. See Ma ‘n Pa? Pet my dog?” He chuckled.
“... What do you do on break?”
--
“....” Bruce needed to think a moment. “Walk. Mostly.”
--
“... Walk?”
It sounded so weird Clark needed to make sure he heard right.
--
...he nodded. 
“Around the grounds. I walk. Maybe read.”
He would definitely read. But. 
Even he got tired of reading. 
A massive manor with nothing to do in it but wander. 
--
“Don't have any other family to spend Christmas with?”
--
He shook his head. 
“...the Kanes, I guess. But no. We’re Jewish, anyway.”
“...and Tommy and Harvey’s parents won't let them escape long enough for coming over.”
“It's fine,” he said, already sensing the look on Clark’s face. “It's been like this for years. It's not upsetting or anything. Just dull.”
--
“Oh.”
“Would you wanna come spend it at my place?”
-- 
Bruce turned to look at him, startled. 
“Huh?”
Like he hadn't quite understood for a moment. 
--
“Do you wanna come spend break at my house? In Smallville?” Clark asked again as though Bruce hadn't heard.
“I'd have to call my parents but I don't think they'd say no.”
--
Before he'd even said he wanted to, Bruce was doing math in his head. 
Clark had been open about how his family couldn't really afford GA. Last minute decision to come. If they couldn't afford that with only one kid it might be rough to take in another and 
(Okay. Okay. What do I have to do to get out. How much money. What did he have to do.)
“Yeah,” he said, calculating the price of a plane ticket if Alfred tried to say ‘no.’ Taxi fee. Plane ticket. Get out. “Yeah, if they say yes-- they don't have to worry about much from me, I can pay for my own food and room if they need me to.”
--
Clark laughed a little, “You don't have to pay for room ‘n food. Maybe bus ticket though.” He stopped and looked around for one of the school's pay phones.
“You got a quarter?”
He would need to call and ask. Letters were too slow for this.
--
Bruce didn't usually carry the money around school, but he dropped his book bag and started rooting around in it for a stray quarter in the bottom, finally coming up victorious. 
--
“Nice, thanks.”
Clark took it and walked over to one of the phones bolted to the wall, pushing in his money before dialing back home.
“Hey Ma. … I'm good. Um, question actually. Would you mind if a friend comes over for break? His name is Bruce. … Nah he's-- well he's Jewish but he usually spends it alone, so-- yeah. He can buy his own ticket don't worry about it. Can he use the guest room? Cool.”
Then he paused.
“Uhhhhhhh okay. Hold on.”
He held the phone to Bruce. ��She wants to talk to you.”
--
Bruce’s spine was straight as a rail and his shoulders set, the way they always were when he knew exactly what he wanted and was staring down something in his way. 
He nodded and took the phone. 
“Yes, ma’am?” he said. 
--
“Hello, Bruce? Clark says you're thinkin’ about staying with us over break. I'm fine with that but I need to know, have you run this by your parents?” A kind-sounding woman on the other end asked.
“Oh my god.” Clark groaned, having not gotten to that part yet with her and able to overhear it over the phone. He mouthed a 'sorry’ at Bruce.
--
“My guardian will be fine with it,” Bruce said, not letting a pang of anything show on his face. “He's been hoping I'd find someone to be with.”
--
“... Really?” The woman on the other end said. “I know you boys are at school but is there any way I can call your… ‘guardian’ and make sure?”
Clark was rubbing his eyes.
--
“Yes,” he said. “And if you tell him we called Kansas he’ll handle the distance fee.”
Fine. Fine. 
He gave her the manor phone number. 
“Let me call him real fast and make sure he knows.”
He mouthed to Clark, ‘kidnapping plot,’ and rolled his eyes. 
--
Clark gave him a ‘really??’ look like he didn’t quite believe it, but said nothing.
“Okay, thank you Bruce. Is there anything I should know before you come over? Allergies…?”
--
Bruce nodded, looking bored as sin thinking about it. 
He had to let Alfred know the nice lady on the phone was not trying to get permission to sneakily kidnap him or else he'd never get out of here. 
“No, nothing like that.”
--
“Okay, I’ll make up the guest bed for you. Mind handing the phone back to Clark?”
--
“Alright.”
He did. Handed the phone back. 
Listened from the short distance between them. 
You didn't need super hearing to do that. And Bruce’s ears were still sharper than most. 
--
Clark took the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Is this the Bruce you’ve been writing home about?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure his parents are going to be okay with it?”
“Guardian, Ma. He’s got a guardian. And yeah, probably.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
“Oh. Ohhhh. Okay, honey.”
Clark thunked his head onto the side of the payphone and looked like he would rather die. “So it’s cool? You don’t have to worry about him getting there or anything. He can afford a bus--” He paused and turned to look at Bruce.
“You gonna get a bus ticket and come with me or like…?”
--
“However I should get there,” he said, letting Clark suffer. “...might have to borrow your hat again for the first part, if it's a bus from here.”
--
“Yeah he’s gonna get a bus ticket with me.” Clark said. “Anyway we got studyin’ to do so--”
“Okay honey. I’ll call Bruce’s guardian tonight to make sure. But I guess I’ll see you in a few weeks?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Love you, sweetie.”
“.... Love you too, Ma.” Clark said a little quieter before saying goodbye and hanging up.
--
“You've been writing to her about me?” was the first thing out of Bruce’s mouth. 
--
“Yeah?” Clark said. “I told her I made friends with my roommates. If I didn’t tell her that she’d think I was miserable and alone.”
“... Mentioned we’ve been working on a report, but that’s it really.”
--
… “Oh, okay,” Bruce said, not really sure what the knot in his chest (which was normal to have) meant right now, and whether it was loosening or tightening at that. 
“I'll call Alfred,” he said, starting to dig around for another quarter in his bag. “You can go ahead if you want.”
--
“Nah man, I wanna see if he really does think this is a kidnapping plot.” Clark grinned, leaning up against the wall.
--
“Ugh,” Bruce said, rolling his eyes again and shoving in the quarter. “I'm doing it so he doesn't.”
He dialed a number. Waited. 
“Hello. Alfred Pennyworth. You've reached the Wayne Estate.”
“Hi Alfred,” Bruce said. “I'm going to Kansas for winter break.”
--
“Pennyworth.” Clark whispered in disbelief.
What. A. Name.
--
Bruce turned back to look at him. Whispered: “I could've been a millionaire named ‘Pennyworth.’”
“Oh? I see it's all already been decided then, has it Master Bruce?”
--
“Master Bruce?”
Clark was grinning from ear to ear, like this was the most hilarious thing he’d ever heard.
Holy crap was he glad he stuck around for this conversation.
--
That one, Bruce kicked him for. 
“...I'm just going to stay with my roommate for a bit. Okay?”
“I see. And which roommate moved to Kansas, again?” Alfred sounded dry. 
“...the new one’s from there,” Bruce said. “Look, his mom’s going to call tonight and make sure it's alright. I've still got plenty of allowance. I'll just pack weekend clothes and head out from school.”
“...I see. Are you sure you wouldn't like to--”
“Yes.”
The other side of the phone was quiet for a while. Bruce just stared down at the buttons. 
“Of course,” Pennyworth finally said. “...but please. Try to keep me more upbraided on things, wouldn't you?”
“It's not hard to find o--”
“I’d just like to not have to go searching all the time is all,” Alfred interrupted. And Bruce went silent again. “...I'm glad you've found someone to spend break with. I'll let his mother know it's fine.”
“...thanks, Alfred,” Bruce said. 
And he hung up without saying goodbye. 
--
Clark didn’t move from the kick, but his amusement died a little when things got… not exactly antagonizing between the two, but not fully great either.
“... I’m sure my mom will give him our address and everything.” Clark said when Bruce was finished, pushing himself from the wall so they could start towards the library again.
--
Bruce nodded. Headed off still feeling good about getting out, but… 
Alfred made it hard sometimes. 
“Yeah. He'll ask. What are we looking for tonight?”
--
“Left off with the Belinsky murders.”
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sunshineandbnha · 4 years ago
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It’s On Me, Just Don’t Go (Part 2 of It’s My Bad) - Bakugou x reader
Word count: 1,951 Warnings: angst in beginning, slight language from Bakugou A/n: Here’s part two. I hope it’s good, I did my best to make this semi realistic. If you don’t like it or think this isn’t what they deserve you can always pretend this doesn’t exist. And sorry if you temporarily saw this yesterday. I made an edit and it got posted a day early
“Chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us.” – Afterglow, Taylor Swift.
It had been a few days since the whole ordeal. You were still shaken up. How did that amazing relationship with Bakugou break so spectacularly?
Kirishima had knocked on your door shortly after he left to make sure you were alright. Apparently he hung around the apartment the whole time just in case. You assured him that you were, and he assured you that his arm was fine. According to him, he just needed to put some ice on it for a while and he would be all better. It was good to hear, but you only wished that what you had with Bakugou could heal as quickly.
He was really hurt after what you did. And you knew he was the kind of person who stayed a long way from anyone when he was emotionally hurt. Especially if it was that very same person who hurt him. Someone he trusted so much.
The worst thing was that it was all your fault. You were the one who misinterpreted the argument so that you thought he had broken up with you. You were the one who didn’t think about his side, getting upset at him for being so distant when it was all because he was stressing about his proposal to you. And you were the one who was stupid enough that you made the split second decision of kissing Kirishima… Your only excuse for that was that you weren’t thinking straight and that you were upset and needed someone, all of which sounded stupid when you said them out loud.
Being without him had to be one of the worst forms of torture in existence. Everything was so cold and lonely, like the walls had grown spikes and enclosed you in a cage. You were constantly hugging yourself. You couldn’t be bothered to turn the lights on. Your mind seemed to block out or blur old memories. When you did clearly think about a memory, your mind snagged on it and wouldn’t let go until you completely relived it. Then it would cause a spiral of thoughts and memories that would last an hour or more.
You tried to watch some TV, attempting to distract yourself. It didn’t work. You would only end up spacing out and missing the whole episode. Your mind seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of replaying the event that haunted you. With a frustrated sigh, you snatched up the remote to switch it off, then tossed it aside. You stood up and got a light jacket, wallet, and shopping list. Maybe going out for some fresh air would clear your thoughts. After all, you had to get some groceries anyway.
You quickly made your way outside. The crisp air was refreshing. Clouds filled the sky and evened out the somewhat dim lighting. There was no defined shadow or light, all in a gray area. It almost enhanced the colors or mood in a way you couldn’t describe. You kept your head down most of the way.
For whatever reason, you felt the sudden urge to look up. When you did, your heart jumped and hit itself on the non-existent ceiling. It was him… Bakugou, on the other side of the street. He was wearing everyday clothing. He was probably just at the gym. It could have just been your imagination, but his eyes seemed more red than usual, and distant like he didn’t get much sleep. He walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
You believed it was called a hero instinct, when you moved without even thinking about it. That was what happened when you ran towards him. A part of you weren’t sure what you were doing, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
“Katsuki!” you called for him.
That may have not been the best decision. The second he looked up and saw it was you, he immediately turned into the alleyway nearby and pretended like he never heard you.
“Wait!” you called again, running faster.
He sped up, though never breaking into a run. You turned into the alley. You couldn’t lose him. You had to make it up to him here and now. You didn’t know the next time you’d work up the courage to talk to him.
“Please,” you added softly as you came to a stop.
“What do you want?” he huffed, his voice growing louder. However, he did stop.
It suddenly occurred to you that you had no idea what you were going to say to him. What words could ever make him feel better or accept your apology? You said the first thing that to came to your mind.
“I miss you.”
“So?” he looked back at you, the way you would look at someone if they wouldn’t shut up when you wanted to just leave and go home.
“I’m sorry. I know it was stupid.” You bit your lip and faced downward.
“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT IT WAS!”
“I just don’t want to lose you. I miss you and I’m sorry,” you blurted out.
“WELL, SO DO I!!” He burst out. “But that isn’t going to change anything! And useless words like that aren’t going to do anything either.”
“Then what do I need to do to prove it to you?” Your hands trembled. You were desperate. You prayed for the right words that would save this. This was a chance you couldn’t let pass you.
At that moment your phone started ringing. It cut through the tension and bounced off the hard, colorless walls on either side of you. You really didn’t feel like answering it, but it seemed to distract either of you from saying anything.
He lifted an eyebrow. His anger appeared to subside for a minute. “You gonna answer that?”
With a huff, you pulled out your phone. You really didn’t want to deal with this. You examined the name on the screen.
He glanced at it and read who was calling you. "The agency. Looks like they might finally have something for you."
You stared at it, but quickly clicked the reject button.
"What are you doing, dummy!?!!" Bakugou screamed so loud you were sure everyone within a five mile radius heard. "That was your chance! You were waiting so long!"
"But that's not important to me right now. There will always be other heroes, and there will always be other chances, but there will never be another you." You stared at him, a sweet smile growing on your face. “You matter to me the most out of everything.”
Bakugou seemed to drop his guard. His body loosened as he took a step back in surprise. His eyes were wide and staring right at you. After the initial reaction faded away, he bit his lip and pink dusted his cheek as he turned his head away slightly. It was a look you hadn't quite seen since before you were dating.
You continued. "I can’t let this go. I can’t let you go. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so sorry I got so upset. I just felt bad because you weren't spending as much time with me. And instead of talking it out with you, I held it in until I just exploded at you. I had no idea you were working so hard for me or why you were so stressed. It wasn't until I looked at that bunch of flowers that I realized."
You looked down a second, tears streaming down your face, trying to gather your courage. "I know it might be too late, and I may be too dumb for it, but..." you trembled as you held out the box and opened it to him, "Will you marry me?"
You had kept that box with the ring in your pocket ever since you found it, even holding it close to you in your sleep. It had pained you to look or simply think about it, but you couldn't bring yourself to part with it.
His entire face turned red. He stumbled on his words for what felt like an eternity. "I-I'm supposed to be asking that, idiot! And that ring is meant for you."
You almost laughed, but decided to continue. "I know I made a stupid mistake. I'm sorry that I kissed Kirishima. I thought I lost you and I so upset and I wasn't thinking straight.  But after a lot of thinking, I know now, more than anything, that the thing I want the most is to stay with you. Yes, I did like him at some point, back in U.A. But that was how I ended up getting close to you. And in almost no time I came to love you. So much that I chose you. And I would choose you over and over again." You looked at the ground again to cope with the strangling fear of rejection. "I want you for worse or for better. I want to go wherever you go. You’re everything I ever wanted. So… please?”
“Tch Do you even need to ask?" Before you could process it, he put his hand on your back. He pulled you close and propelled his lips onto yours.
You froze a moment, your mind not able to comprehend that he actually forgave you. Slowly you were pulled out of it by the sweet sensation. In your experience, you found his kisses were either rough or sweet, and this one was sweet, but it was different somehow. His lips were tentative against yours, as if he were afraid you simply an illusion. You savored every moment of it, feeling his warmth against you. It chased away every ounce of loneliness and negativity out of you.
The pull out of it was slow, lips still brushing against the others. You still held each other close. It was like your arms were glue around his neck. It was a secure and comfortable position, one you wanted to stay in forever. You were praying with every atom of your being that this wasn’t just a dream. And if it was, you didn’t want to wake up.
You pulled him into a hug with your head on his chest. “Thank you. Thank you for being mine and staying.”
He rested his chin on your head. “You’re mine too, and I wouldn’t want it any other way… I’m glad you chose me.” His placed a gentle kiss on the top of you head.
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m sorry if I made you think any different. I want this to make us stronger, not tear us apart. I’ll definitely make sure to be better from now on.”
“And you can be sure as hell that I’ll try my hardest to be the best husband ever.” His hold ever-so-slightly tightened.
“I believe you.”
You melted around him and pulled him even closer to you, if that were still possible. You both held onto each other, gripping onto the loose fabric in your shirts. It felt like heaven. A warm, comforting embrace you never wanted to leave.
"Thank you," Bakugou sniffed out, his hand on the back of your head, gently gripping onto your hair. He took in a deep breath of your scent. "I... never want to lose you... I'm sorry... that I got so busy that I forgot the point of paying for that ring and making all those plans for a perfect proposal." His voice was quiet. A rare, but welcomed, feat.
"And you never have to lose me," you whispered back.
His smile grew. A small chuckle escaped his lips. He pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes. “So, are you ready for your name to become Bakugou?”
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definitelyseven · 4 years ago
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rebel | two (m)
summary: when you discover your whole life has been a lie, you go on a rebellious rampage including fooling around with your adopted brother
optional bias x reader
one (m) | two (m) | three (m) |
It was awkward between the two of you. He must’ve slept on the couch because he never came back into the room last night. You didn’t sleep much either. You couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. This was what you were afraid of, but you swore in that moment when your body was pressed against his, he wanted it just as much as you did. You felt that he did.
“Y/N!” It was Jack. “Y/N!” You didn’t really come out of your room today. You only left your room when you were sure they went out, but they were back now so you locked yourself in the room again. 
“What is it?” you asked him on the other side of the door. 
“We’re pregaming to go out soon. Do you want to come with us?” 
“No I’m okay,” you politely declined.
“You can’t hide in there forever. Make up with him already,” he sang before walking away. There was no making up needed. You weren’t mad at him. You were avoiding him just as much as he was avoiding you. 
A couple of hours past and you were starting to get hungry. You tip-toed out of your room, checking to see if anyone was there. As soon as you got to the kitchen, the door bell rang. It was the pizza delivery man. You grabbed the pizza from him, wondering who ordered it.
“That’s my pizza,” he said coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair and body. 
“Oh my god, you scared me!” you said frightened. You gulped seeing his half naked body. 
“Sorry...” he mumbled. 
“I thought you went out with them,” you said awkwardly.
“I didn’t feel like going out. You hungry?” he asked walking away to your shared room and coming right out fully dressed. “Listen about last night...” he mumbled. 
“Can we just forget what happened last night? I want things to go back to normal. I hate the awkwardness and walking on eggshells,” you vented. If you had a choice, you wouldn’t want to forget what happened last night. But seeing how awkward you and him were, you didn’t have a choice. You just wanted things to go back to normal. 
He sighs in relief, “Yes! We were both really drunk. We were confused.” 
“Yes..yes we were,” you agreed. He pulls you into his arms, giving you a tight hug. Even though it’s only been one night, you already missed his touch. 
Now that the cat was out of the bag, the both of you were able to happily enjoy dinner together without any awkwardness. You even asked him to watch a movie with you after dinner as a peace offering. 
This was a bad idea - watching a movie in bed with him. You laid in his arms with his hand gently stroking your back as you watched the girl slowly undressed herself before straddling the naked man. You bit your lips, feeling your cheeks heat up. From the angle that you were laying, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pants. You continued to bite your lip, watching his cock move against his pants. You slowly lifted your leg over his, cuddling closer to him. Your body shifts as the screen zooms in on the couple fucking. You cursed yourself for picking this movie. You could feel the speed of his heart quicken every time the girl moaned. He was horny too. 
One of your legs was just below his crotch and you could feel his dick harden every time you shifted. His hands reached underneath your shirt, gently stroking your naked back, as he lifts your body slightly on top of his. The two of you never took your eyes off the TV, afraid of what would happen if you did look at each other because you both knew you wouldn’t be able to blame it on the alcohol this time.
“You okay?” he whispered. 
“Uhh... yeah,” you replied, swallowing the thick lump in your throat. By now, more than half your body was on top of his, but you were comfortable and horny. So horny.
His hand stroking your back, stopping right where your panties were, made your pussy tingle and wet. You could feel how wet you were just by how your panties stuck to your core. He slightly turns his body, his crotch just below your heated core. You could feel the tip of his cock poke at your entrance, begging to make its way in. This was dangerous. The only thing that was keeping his cock from slipping inside you was your thin laced panties that were practically soaked.
“Is it a little hot in here?” you asked, rubbing his chest. 
“A little...”
You cleared your throat and lifted yourself up on top of him, with each leg on one side. You finally mustered enough courage to look at him. His hands stroked your thighs, rubbing them up and down and squeezing them. He reaches for your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He rubs the bottom of your lip with his thumb. You lifted your lower body away from his crotch, getting ready to get off him and the bed but he holds you down, slamming your lower body against his. You let out a light moan feeling the tip of his cock push into your pussy.
“Where are you going?” he grunted.
“I want to change into something cooler,” you tell him. His hands were already inside your shirt holding your waist.
“Just take this off,” he said already helping you lift your t-shirt over your head. You used your arms to cover your boobs as he tosses your shirt onto the ground. There you were; topless and straddling your big brother. The only piece of clothing you had was your black laced panties. He tried to keep his eyes on your face, but he couldn’t help but wander down to your arms that was covering your breasts.
His hand finds its way back to your waist, guiding your hips back and forth against his cock. You bit your lip, holding in a moan. You desperately wanted him to rip your panties off you so you could feel him raw against your wet pussy. His fingers inch closer and closer to your center. He loops his fingers inside your panties, playing with the seams of it. With one rough tug, he punctures your panties with his fingers, tearing it in two. You gasped finally feeling his thick cock in between your folds.
“Fuck...” you whimpered as you reached for his chest, digging your nails into him. He slowly pulled the ripped panties off you before tossing it onto the ground. You were now completely naked on top of him. You gulped, feeling your wet pussy pressed against his thin boxers with the tip of his cock sticking out of the opening. You’d be lying if you said you wanted him to stop or if it didn’t feel good. He sits up and rests his head against the headboard with you still in his lap. “Fuck...” you called. He lifts his lower body off the bed before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung upwards before guiding you back on top of him.
The both of you were surprisingly calm, clear on what you were doing. You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving your hips up and down his cock. His cock was thick, spreading your folds apart every time you moved up and down against him. He grabs your arm that was covering your breast, moving it away to reveal your boobs.
“We can’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “No one can ever know.”
You nodded before leaning down to kiss him. His hand strokes your cheek as he wrestles your tongue with his. You take his tongue in your mouth, gently sucking on it before moving onto his bottom lip. You nibbled it softly whilst grinding your hips against his crotch. Occasionally the tip of his cock will slip in your pussy making you moan in his mouth. The both of you smiled at each other as you both pulled away for air. His lips trails to your chin and down your neck where he left patches of light pink bruises.
“I want to take my time with you,” he said as he sucked on your collar bone. “Ever since I had you, I can’t stop thinking how well you take me,” he mumbles, kissing down your chest. He wraps his mouth around your breast, sucking and twirling his tongue against your nipples. You threw your head back, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He slowly enters his cock into your wet pussy.
“H/N...” you moaned, spreading your legs apart for him. Unlike the first time, he went in slowly, waiting for you to adjust to him. He wraps his arms around your body, pressing your chest against his before kissing you again. His hands roam all over your naked body while thrusting slowly into you.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you?” he asked rhetorically. “Do you know how many ways I’ve dreamnt about fucking you? How many times I’ve had to relieve myself thinking about you?” he whispered against your lips.
“I’m yours...” you whispered. “H/N, I’m yours. You can have me any way you want,” you moaned while bouncing on his lap. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his cock hit your g-spot each time. He grabs the back of your neck as he makes you look at him while he fucks your wet pussy. You moaned loud as you bounced up and down on his cock.
“Yes baby, you take me so well. Your pussy is so wet for me,” he grunts as his pace quickens.
“Harder...” you begged. “H/N, fuck me harder,” you moaned, holding onto his shoulder for support.
“Patience princess. We have all night,” he whispers against your lips before sliding his cock out of you. Your mouth watered at how his cock glistened with your juices. He motions you to sit on his face and you happily did so. You held onto the headboard as you sat on him. He sucks on your folds before moving his tongue slowly between your folds and onto your clit. He twirls his tongue against your bud, stimulating it with small licks. You let out a loud moan as you threw your head back from how good it felt. He holds onto the side of your thighs as you began to hump his face.
“Fuck...” you groaned. “H/N, oh God that feels so good,” you moaned, gasping for air. You were sensitive and overstimulated. He was meticulous; leaving no parts untouched. He knew all the right places to touch to push you almost over the edge, but every time you were close, he would slow down, prohibiting you from cumming anytime soon. You moved your pussy away from him to look at his face that was covered with your juices. You turned around with your ass facing him and bend down to lick his cock once. You could see the precum coming out of the tip as you swiped your tongue over it. He groaned once he felt your tongue on him. You held his thick cock in your hands before spitting on it. You stroked it, getting every inch covered in your spit before sucking his tip. He grabs your ass spreading it far apart for him to see your already dripping pussy.
“Be a good girl and suck your big brother’s cock,” he orders as he massages your ass. Something about this being so wrong made you so much more horny. You put his cock in your mouth slowly, without sucking him. He groans once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Don’t tease baby,” he said as he thrusted himself in your throat. You gave him one long, hard suck before releasing his cock out of your mouth with a pop sound. You continued to do this slowly until you feel him slap your ass rather roughly. You could feel your ass heat up from the slap. “I said don’t fucking tease,” he grunts. You could tell how badly he wanted to shove his cock down your mouth, but you wanted to tease him some more. You wanted him to slap you some more. So you stuck your ass up and sucked him off slowly, twirling your tongue all over his tip before releasing it out of your mouth. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth. He slaps your ass again. This time much harder. He pulls your ass back to sit on his face as he aggressively sucks on your clit. You moaned loudly feeling how close you already were.
He sticks two fingers into you as he continued to work on your clit; alternating between sucks and nibbles. You were so close. You opened your mouth and shoved his thick cock down your throat, gagging on it, but that didn’t stop you. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking him just like a lollipop. Every time you sucked on him hard, his moans sent vibrations to your pussy. You rolled your hips against his face; on the brink of cumming all over him. You wanted to see how much of his cock you could take in your mouth so you shoved it down your throat; not stopping no matter how many times you gagged. Once you reached the bottom of his cock, you bobbed your head a couple of times before removing his cock out of your mouth.
“Fuck where’d you learn that?” he moaned as he motioned for you to lay down. Your eyes were watery, red from all the choking and coughing. “Is this what you do to other guys?” He gets you comfortable on the bed before leaning down to your face. “Do other men get to fuck my little sister’s tight little pussy?”
“N-no...just you,” you moaned, feeling his cock slowly enter you.
“That’s right baby girl...only I can make you this wet,” he boasted as his cock fills you up. The both of you moan together. His arms laid between your head. His eyes never left yours as he fucked you. He lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, exposing more of your swollen cunt to him. He was fucking you so hard that each thrust made his balls slap against your pussy. You loved it. “Tell me...” he said looking straight down at you. “Tell me is this what you’ve imagined too?”
“Y-yes...” you choked out. “I imagined you fucking me so hard that I could barely stand up the next morning. I imagined you fucking me while our parents were downstairs. I imagined you fingering me at the dinner table and sneaking away to the kitchen for seconds but actually fucking me on the kitchen floor,” you explained. He loved hearing your filthy thoughts about him. Each explanation caused him to thrust into you harder. You swore he was so deep in you, each thrust felt like it was hitting your guts. “Choke me...” you whimpered.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” he groaned, wrapping his hands on your neck. He started choking you lightly before you asked to be choked harder. Once you felt that you couldn’t breathe anymore you held onto his wrist tightly, signaling him to stop. You gasped for air once his hands were off your neck. By now, both your legs were over his shoulder as he pounded into you.
“H/N I’m so close,” you tell him. He smirks down at you, picking up his pace.
“Look at me. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum. Scream my name,” he grunted. “Tell me I’m on the only one that can make you scream,” he said before pulling out of you and then slamming it quickly back in. He did this a couple times, followed by several hard thrusts. You held onto his biceps as you felt your body heat up and shake underneath him. You screamed his name as he continued to ram his thick cock in you during your orgasm. “Good girl,” he purred in your ears.
He slowly pulls out of you. Your legs shaking from the orgasm you just had. He chuckles seeing how fucked out you were. You thought this was the end, but it wasn’t. He flips you over to lay on your stomach and spreads your legs apart. Your head deep in the pillows as he watches your pussy still convulsing from the orgasm. It was difficult to kneel with your legs still shaking. H/N knew that but he didn’t care. He watches your pussy carefully before shoving three of his fingers in you. You threw your head back in both pleasure and pain; still sensitive from the previous orgasm. “Have you ever squirted before?”
You were caught off by his question. Sure, you’ve had sexual partners before but none of them has ever made you feel this good. No one has ever made you cum twice in one night before. “N-no...” you moaned.
He snickers from behind you, “Tonight’s the night baby sister.”
“I don’t think I can,” you tell him honestly. “No one’s ever made me cum twice in one night before.”
“That’s because none of them were me,” he boasted again. No doubt he was the best you ever had. By the way he moved and the way he talked in bed, you knew he was an expert.
“Oh you think you’re that good?” you moaned again feeling his other hand play with your clit in circular motions.
“Baby I know I’m that good just by the way your pussy is already clenching on my fingers,” he smirked. He wasn’t wrong. You felt it too. “I’m going to make all your dreams come true tonight,” he whispered as he stuck his fourth finger in you. You didn’t think it was possible to fit that many down there. He curves his fingers upward, touching a spot that was foreign to you, but sent you seeing stars.
“God don’t stop...right there,” you moaned thrusting your hips.
“Did you just call me God?” he teased again. The combination of his fingers fucking you and the pressure he was applying your sensitive clit drove you over the edge. He was ruthless: his pace never slowing down as your pussy continues to clench on his fingers.
“I think I’m close...” you tell him again. Just as you thought his fingers can’t go in any further, it does. He continues to curve his fingers upward knowing that was the spot to get you off. “Oh god....” you moaned. “Oh god...” you screamed as you feel yourself cumming. He slowly pulls his fingers out, watching your pussy clench and convulse, squirting out milky substance. You tried to squeeze your legs together but he doesn’t let you. He wants to see your pussy clench on nothing. You continued to scream his name as you made a mess on your bed.
“That’s my good baby...” he compliments. Your legs were trembling at this point, unable to move. He always dreamnt of seeing you this fucked out underneath him, but seeing it in person, made him so horny. He gently massages your shaking legs as he got on top of you. “Be a good little sister and take me one more time...” he cooed in your ear. You were beyond exhausted but you didn’t want this to end. You wanted to feel his cum in you again so you nodded. Still on your stomach, he spreads your shaky legs apart and enters you in one swift motion. “Fuck...how are you tighter than before?” he grunted. Each time he thrusted into you the bed frame would hit against the wall. At one point, you even thought the bed would break because of how much it was moving. He was still drilling into you, ruthlessly. He had so much energy. “Just a little more baby girl...” he moaned. You gripped the bed sheets in your hands, moaning and squirming from the overstimulation. This was too much for you, but you didn’t want to stop.
“The other night at the club when I was dancing with Jinyoung...” you managed to moan out. “Punish me for dancing with him...punish me for getting wet for him.” The thought of you getting wet over his best friend would piss him off and you knew it. He holds onto your waist tightly, pulling it out of you, and slamming right back into your pussy, making you cry out in pleasure.
“You dirty little slut...” he calls you as he roughy fucks your pussy. “My little sister is a fucking slut, isn’t she? Dreaming about fucking her older brother and his best friends...” he moaned. His pace was sloppy now and you knew he was close. You were close too.
“Yes I’m a fucking slut. I want you to fuck me and then I want all your friends to fuck me with your cum dripping out of my pussy,” you whimpered. “I want you and your friends to fill me up with cum...” you begged. His friends were hot. Even you couldn’t deny fantasizing about them every once in a while.
“You fucking whore,” he grunted. “What happened to being all mine?” He reaches for the hand that was grabbing onto the sheets and interlocks his fingers with yours. He holds onto them tightly as you hear he swear and grunt. He was almost there. “You’re mine...” he grunts possessively. His other hand reaches for you clit, rubbing it vigorously so you can come once again. “You’re mine...” he repeats before cumming inside you. His hot cum paints your walls, pushing you over the edge as you cum again. The room was filled with loud moans as you both came down from your highs. You stayed in this position for a while. Not because you wanted too but because you couldn’t move your legs. They were shaking too much.
He pulls out of you slowly before falling down next to you. Your chests heaved up and down, bodies sweaty from all sex. He pulls your body on top of his.
“I can’t feel my legs,” you tell him. He chuckles, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear. 
“We really can’t let anyone know about this,” he reminded.
“I know,” you responded. “No one would understand this.”
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catchmewiddershins · 4 years ago
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Haikyuu Hugs pt 2:
AOBA JOHSAI:
Oikawa Tooru: 
Really affectionate and clingy, will beg you for hugs with NO. SHAME.
He’s definitely a running fingers through hair and burying his face in your clothes, hair, back, shoulders etc kind of guy
So many little kisses!
He’s the sort of hugger who picks you up; he either lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his waist or he’ll place you on a table or countertop, especially if you’re a lot shorter than him, just so you can be at equal level
Also likes to rest his chin on top of your head and hug you from behind while you’re working or doing something else (washing up, cooking, etc)
Might grab your butt if he’s feeling particularly teasing, but definitely won’t if the hug is just so you can hold each other
Likes to do fairy kisses (idk what they’re called, this is just what my family calls them) when he flutters his eyelashes against your cheek, it makes you both giggle
Will fall asleep while laying across your stomach
Likes to hug you when wearing an enormous fluffy dressing gown, he’ll wrap you in it and snuggle
Has leapt into your arms at some point for a hug... you dropped him. He’s not going to stop trying though!
Lightheartedness aside, he knows to come to you for cuddles or hugs when he’s feeling down, you’ve often had hug sessions when he feels inadequate as a setter, or if he’s feeling insecure
Pouts when he wants hugs
Iwaizumi Hajime:
Wraps you in his big, muscley arms (the dream of many of us, I’m sure)
This man is SUCH a secure hugger, it’s amazing, he just folds you into his embrace and you never want to let go
Warm hugs and tight hugs, like a comfy straight jacket
He always knows when you want to let go... it is rare that you want to
The kind of hug that’s like instant stress relief, side effects include:
Falling asleep
Dozing
Relaxing all of the muscles you didn’t know were tensed
Bursting into tears because you’re actually really stressed or worried and the hug was just the trigger for you to let it all out
He likes to give you massages, all you have to do is curl up on the sofa with him to watch television or read or anything and he’ll lean against the side, place you in front on him, all stretched out across the length of the cushions, and just massage your back, neck and shoulders (you don’t know what you’d do without him)
His hugs are so warm that you just hug him as a replacement for a jumper or hot water bottle... sometimes you just don’t turn the heating on. Really. His skin is a radiator!
Unconscious squeezes
Squeezes in general, he’ll squeeze your waist or shoulder walking past, pull you to his side and give you a squeeze, sit with you and just give you a quick squeeze, it’s adorable
You know he wants a hug because he gets slightly clingy but won’t admit it to your face
Sometimes huffs playfully or teases you when hugging you, you know he loves you though
(Seriously though this boy’s muscles are perfect huggers)
Matsukawa Issei:
Tall boy hugs (I mean, depending on what you think is tall - he’s 6′2″ that is enormous to me)
This guy actually really likes jokes so you bet he’ll hug you and then absolutely WREAK the atmosphere by whispering the cheesiest jokes into your ears
You: Yay warm hug time! ~ Mattsun: what does a cheese say when it looks in the mirror? Halloumi!
Easygoing hugs, pretty casual... he uses you as an armrest at random moments
He likes to hug you from behind as well, sneaking up and putting his head on yours, long arms draped over your shoulders
Likes to tell you about all of the stupid stuff Oikawa did throughout the day while you snuggle
Back of the neck kisser 
Hanamaki Takahiro:
If you compliment his hugs, he will either awkwardly blush and go weird or be super cool and suave but be dying inside... no in-betweens
He’s a lot calmer than his fellow teammates and so, if you’re really tired and stressed, he is definitely the go-to person to hug
He will stand there and hold you for a while, perfectly still, so you can listen to his heartbeat
Has a habit of sitting on tables, he’ll lift himself onto one and ask you sit with him and then he’ll pull you to his side and urge you to tell him about your day
Lukewarm hugs... not cold but not warm either... if tepid water was a hug
He likes it if you kiss the top of his head
Yahaba Shigeru:
This may seems surprising to some, but Yahaba is BIG on PDA
He loves to show you, and your relationship, off to others, be it teammates, other teams or even random strangers
How does he do this you ask? He’ll walk up to you (literally even mid-conversation) and hug you. Not a casual sidelean, not a sweet little waist or shoulder squeeze, no no, the WHOLE NINE YARDS! One moment you’re talking to a friend and the next thing you know, he’s behind you, yanking you to his chest and squeezing the life out of you
Sometimes, if he’s being clingy, he’ll turn you around so you’re facing him
He would turn you around more but you told him not to because it’s rude if you’re talking to someone
You two always walk with an arm around each other’s waist
When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot calmer, very much into forehead kisses while hugging you, your hands resting lightly on his chest
He actually really likes it when you fiddle with his hair, you tend to twist that curl at the front around your fingers
If you’re ever down on yourself, he snaps and forcefully grabs you into the tightest and most aggressively loving hug of your LIFE
Watari Shinji:
Watari is very gentle and encouraging, and that shows through his hugs
As a libero he’s very perceptive, learning exactly where the ball is going to go and having to devise how to receive it
Therefore, that skill bled into his relationships, and he can tell immediately when something has you upset or worried
His solution? Cuddles!
The two of you like to cuddle sitting down, leaning against each other, you sitting on his lap, blankets, stretched out over one another, everything
He has a habit of tapping out little rhythms on whatever body part of yours is closest to him
Face nuzzles
You like patting his head because his hair is fun to touch
But really, if he sees you’re sad, he’ll take your hand and gently lead you somewhere, sitting you down and just pulling you into a warm embrace where you eventually spill everything that’s bothering you
Sometimes his perceptiveness is unnerving, it seems he knows how you feel before you do (happened to me today... weird experience) but that just means that the two of you love away those nasty feelings before they even take root
Kyoutani Kentarou:
MAD DOG! TIGHT HUGS!
I do sort of think that he can give soft hugs too but they are special, you know... reserved for mental breakdowns
He’s pretty aggressive but he’s DEFINITELY not a bad person - he will hug you if you want it!
His hugs, as aforementioned, are tight! as! his steely arm muscles! 
He will drag you to him and crush you against his chest, you both just squeeze each other like your lives depend on it
He is especially like that after matches, you run over to congratulate him and he just grabs you, hugs you and then throws you into the air
When you’re together, he is softer
You fiddle with each other’s fingers and he often crosses his legs before plonking you in his lap and possessively curling around you, arms circling your waist and squeezing, chin in the crook between your neck and collarbone
Sometimes he likes to smother you with kisses while holding your back to his chest... just *kisskisskisskiss* at the speed of light, crook of neck, elbow, head, face, stomach just aggressive fast kisses and you love it because it tickles and he always blushes a lot after doing it
If you ask for a hug he might make a sort of growly huff noise and ‘reluctantly’ side hug you (he loves it really) 
He likes to completely relax and flop over the sofa, taking up the entire length with his feet dangling off of the end and let you lie on top, falling asleep to the rumble of his chest while he strokes your hair and watches TV
Kindaichi Yuutarou: 
Kindaichi the sweetheart is very soft and so are his hugs
He is also a tall boy, a very tall boy, so you often just hug while facing each other
He likes to pat your head, back or hands gently while hugging you
Sometimes he says little sweet things so you’ll be hugging and he’ll just say quietly that you look very nice that day and then blush extremely hard
He rests his head in your lap while you’re doing something and he’s lying down
When he does this, you like to squish his hair flat to see how it looks, he doesn’t understand that he looks like an onion
He gives very warm hugs too, very good very nice
Sometimes he hunches over to bury his face in your shoulder, he does this for two reasons
It’s either because he loves how you smell and just loves how comfy your shoulders are
The other option is that he’s beating himself up over what happened between him and Kageyama, thinking that, since Hinata is able to hit the ‘king’s toss’ that it wasn’t Kageyama’s fault for being too demanding but his for just being a useless player
Your hugs always cheer him up when he feels like that
The reverse is also very possible, feel sad? Hug Kindaichi, you’ll cheer up!
You two are definitely snugglers and pyjama people, lots of late night movies that end in falling asleep on each other
Kunimi Akira:
So Kunimi is lean and therefore pretty skinny
That in no way means that he isn’t a good hugger
You two don’t hug that often and definitely not around other people
He is the ✨epitome✨ of lazy hugs, think of him like a boneless rubber chicken, he just droops onto you, arms dangling and long legs and torso melting onto you, whatever position you’re in (usually hunched over working)
He also is the master the casual arm sling around your hips, and the elbow on head
When you two actually hug properly, standing, he doesn’t pull you in or have his arms tight, he just has his fingers loosely interlocked, hands resting just above your butt while your have your arms looped around his neck, his head in your hair
Falls asleep on you a lot, you’ll be leaning on each other and, next thing you know, he’s dropped right off to sleep 
Soft snores 🥺
He nuzzles into your stomach unconsciously while he’s sleeping
Literally any time he’s tired, he’ll trudge over to you and lay his head on yours, sighing
BONUS:
Idk why I put him with Seijoh but I can’t be bothered to write for his entire team
Hyakuzawa Yuudai: 
VERY VERY VERY TALL BOY! VERY TALL! VERY! I JUST ABOUT COME UP TO THIS MAN’S STERNUM!
So his height makes him an optimal hugger, you can take so much comfort in the safety he makes you feel
And guess what? He’s also a very sweet guy so EXTRA SPECIAL
I honestly love him, he’s very soft-spoken and calm, he likes to whisper little endearments to you while you hug
His favourite thing is when you stand on a stool, chair or table in order to be at equal height (or near enough) with him so you can look into each other’s eyes when you hug
He sometimes just picks you up instead
He’s also very respectful and polite so you better believe that he always makes sure that you’ve had a good day and hugs you in whatever way you need
If you’re sitting down, he just w r a p s his very long legs around you and you sit in his lap, reading, watching something, drawing, playing a game or whatever, his arms are around you and in front so you can do things together
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smediumsmeatbae · 4 years ago
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Tremble (One Shot)
TITLE: Tremble PAIRING: Chris Evans x Reader  SUMMARY: Chris' anxiety throws him for a loop but you know how to make him feel better WORDS:  2.3 K SONG USED: Oh Baby by LCD Soundsystem WARNINGS: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, light angst (if you squint), SMUT SMUT SMUT (no one under 18, please!) A/N: This is my first for a couple of things. This is my first smut fic, constructive (read CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism is welcome. (Praise is awesome too lol.) And secondly, this is the first fic I've used with a song running through it. I really enjoyed writing this and loved using the song through it. It might be something I do again in the future.  This is also a submission for @jtargaryen18 's 30 Days of Chris. Thanks to her for hosting such a wonderful writing challenge and it's been super fun this whole month.  This is not to be posted anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs/likes/comments loved and encouraged.  Sort of been proofread. Any grammar mistakes are my own.
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There was a hush in the air that night as you sipped your glass of bourbon out on the back porch of your Boston home you shared with your husband Chris. He was due home in a few hours and you couldn't wait to see him, so you were trying to distract yourself with your favorite spirit and a book that Scarlett had lent to you. You tried to focus on it, you really did. However, as you re-read the same sentence about five times, that was proving to be a fruitless venture. You let out a small huff of restlessness and placed the book down on the patio table before taking a quick sip of your drink and opened up your phone. Maybe catching up on some work emails could distract you enough. Before you could open up the email app, though, you noticed that you had a message. It was from Chris! You smiled and tapped on the icon to open up the message. 
CHRIS: Just touched down, got an earlier flight. Can’t wait to see you. Tour’s been rough. Should be there in about 20-30 mins. 
Your belly was full of butterflies as you read the message. He was going to be home! His arm around you! In twenty minutes! You tapped on the reply button. 
YOU: Yay! I missed you so much babe. Can't wait to see you too! ❤
It had been so long since Chris had been home. You missed the way he sang 80's pop music when he made pesto eggs in the morning, how the bathroom smelled vaguely of his cologne and soap - one of your favorite smells - after a shower, and how he would tickle you into submission after you had any argument with him. You also missed the way he caged his sculpted arms around your head and stroked your hair gently away from your face as he made love to you. God, how you missed sex with Chris; you craved it. Facetime was great, sure, and it helped temper the desire but it could only do so much. It couldn't give you the heat of his body melting into you or how he held you close, almost protectively, as you came down from your orgasm. You couldn't wait to feel him again and would probably jump him as soon as he got home. 
As if Chris could sense that you were thinking about him, you heard the door unlocking and the sound of keys being tossed on the entryway table as well as suitcases and backpack being set down in the foyer, making a noise on the hardwood floor. You excitedly went towards the noise to see your tired husband standing in the foyer.  
"Baby!" You yelled as you ran towards Chris. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him close to you as you nuzzled your cheek to his shoulder, smelling his cologne and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt on your cheek. He grabbed you back in turn and buried his face into your neck and clung onto you, taking fistfuls of your shirt into his hands. You noticed after a second, that his body was tense. He was also slightly trembling against your body and he was hanging onto you like you were his salvation. 
"Chris?" You asked gently, pulling away your face in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" 
Oh baby You’re having a bad dream Here in my arms
You cupped his face in your hands. He easily was a head taller than you but in that moment, he seemed so small, like a scared little boy that needed to be protected and loved. His eyes were cloudy and glazed over- he looked like he hadn't slept at all last night. 
You came to me Could all be a bad thing And do you harm
"I'm… I'm ok, just really tired." He gave you a small smile but it wasn't working; you could see something was really bothering him. You knew your husband too well; that, and he was a terrible liar. He started to let you go and go back towards the foyer to grab his stuff and unpack from the press junket. 
"Babe, please. Talk to me. What's really going on?" You folded your arms around your waist and spoke to him, not judging, just wanting to understand and help. 
He slumped down and let out a sigh, stuffing his hands in his pocket. 
"I just… need to decompress for a second. Can we not talk about it for now, please?" His eyes were pleading with you and your heart broke a bit. You wanted to reach out and hold him but instead you nodded and dropped your hands from your waist as if to say you were giving in to his request. 
You run from me Shot in the dark Please wake me For my love lies patiently Please baby please
You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Chris had issues with anxiety and he said earlier the tour was rough, didn't he? How bad had it gotten? He was usually really good about keeping his anxiety in check with some form of meditation and relaxation. What happened? You followed Chris into the living room where he turned on the tv, wanting to get out of his head a bit. Sitting down next to him, you wrapped your legs under you and nestled yourself into his side, letting his arm drape over you. You felt his chest rising and falling, missing so very much this feeling of closeness that you had not had since he left one month ago. One long month. He absentmindedly kissed the top of your head and stroked your shoulder lazily with his thumb. It was like the anxious person that came in from the tour was gone and Chris, your Chris, was back. At least on the surface. You knew that he was trying his best to bury it for the time being until he was able to talk about it. 
You came to me Are you having a bad time? There in your home
"The junket was… A lot." He finally spoke after a long time. "There wasn't really any time for breaks, and they just kept pushing us with more and more and more interviews and meet ups and Q&As and pictures…" You could feel his body tense up the more he talked about it. "It didn't stop. And I did my best to push it down, I made a commitment to be there and I was going to see it through, but man that last day… yesterday. I just couldn't do it anymore. I had a panic attack in between one interview waiting on another and I had to get out of there." There was a hitch in his voice that wasn't there before and you moved from your position to  straddle him and hold him close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your hands through his nape and massaged it, an act that instantly calmed him down. He let out a breath, seemingly one that he had been holding in for eternity, and wrapped his arms around you, nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck. 
Oh sugar Give in to me You're just having a bad dream
"Shhh, it's ok baby. I've got you." You cooed as you held him close. "Let it all out, I'm here love." 
He gripped onto you and you could feel your tshirt and neck becoming wet with tears as he quietly sobbed into your shoulder. Your big man; your confident, funny, passionate, smart, loving man was shaking in your arms. You cradled his head and rocked him from side to side, wrapping your legs around his torso to feel him closer, closer, closer to you. 
Oh but please Please shake me from my lovesick patient dream Please baby please And my love plays wait and see
He lifted his head up to you, lashes wet with tears and eyes still misty, kissed you softly. His hands unclenched from your shirt and they ran up your back, searching, needing, wanting to hold you. His eyes met yours, wordlessly asking and you nodded, needing to make this better, if only for a short while. You cupped your hands to his face, rubbing his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs and kissed him gently at first, then with more urgency. You opened your mouth and let your tongue explore his bottom lip before he opened his mouth for you to gain access. Tongues danced with each other for a bit, you moaning into his mouth. 
Chris was pulling at your over-sized shirt, and you obliged, lifting your arms up and letting him remove it. It was actually his old shirt, but you wore it, especially when he was out of town, because it smelled like him. With your shirt off, you reached for his as he unclasped your bra. You were so hungry for skin on skin contact, to feel his sculpted upper body next to yours. Soon, you were both bare chest to bare chest, your hands massaging the nape of Chris' neck while you licked and nipped at his collarbone, the fingers of your free hand playing in his chest hair. His hands were on your ass, grinding you up against him. You could feel the prominent bulge beginning to form in his pants and you melted from the sensation, matching his grinds with your own. 
“I missed you so.. Much.” He groaned into your ear as he squeezed your cheeks and buried his face into your breasts, kissing and sucking; marking you as his. 
“Oh, I missed you too baby.” You gasped out as your hands scratched his shoulders and down his back making him hiss. You felt your wetness soak your panties. “I’m here, Chris. I’m all yours, my love.”
You wanted to let him take the lead, take what he wanted from you. There would be time tomorrow for talking and kissing and exploring each other anew all day, but tonight you wanted to make his entire trip melt into a distant memory. You guided your hands down his magnificent pecs and abs to his belt buckle. He adjusted himself so that you could zip his pants down and get his hardness into your hands. You both moaned out when you cupped him into your hands. 
“Need you.” You heard him rasp out, nipping your jaw. You looked into his eyes and they were dark and lust blown. You nodded with a whimper, needing him just as much too, needed the familiar stretch that you had been longing for since he had left a month ago. 
With one arm, he lifted you up with ease, helping you off of the couch while you both got rid of the bottom half of your clothing. Chris eased himself back onto the couch and you had to restrain yourself from just jumping onto him as you straddle back over his waist. You took his head in your hands and crashed into his mouth with passionate kisses, with teeth and tongues and biting lips, fighting out for dominance on who was giving the better kiss. His thick arms were back around your waist and butt. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lifted yourself up and positioned yourself over his manhood. He helped guide you and in one swift move, you felt him inside, stretching you deliciously. You both moaned out, chests heaving at the sensation.
“Oh fuck baby.” Chris groaned as he bit down on your shoulder. “Feel so good… so tight for me.”
You started to move your hips, and Chris put his big hands on either side of your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock. Putting your hands on the back of the couch to steady yourself, you matched him thrust for thrust. Your forehead pressed against his lightly for a second as you kissed him again. He adjusted himself a little bit more on the couch so that he could hit you deeper and you shouted out as he hit your g-spot over and over.
“Oh god, Chris yes! Right there!” panting heavily you sped up your rocking. You were so close to ecstasy, and you could feel from the twitch in his cock as you moaned out his name that he was close too. He matched pace with you and slammed into you with all he had. 
“C’mon baby, cum for me.” His voice was low and intense. He took one hand off of your hip to dip down between your thighs and rub tight circles onto your clit with his thumb. That was all it took and you cried out, your whole body shaking and pulsing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. Feeling your walls grip around him was enough to push Chris over the edge as well and he let go, moaning out your name as his strong hands went up your back and pulled you down to him. 
Oh baby Lean into me There's always a side door Into the dark Into the dark, shh
Once both of your breathing had returned to normal you parted from his embrace and scooted off of him, feeling him slide out of you. You got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom for a wet washcloth to wipe up with. Finishing with that, you nestled down next to his side, running your hands across his naked torso, blissfully loving how his breathing was way more peaceful at that moment then when he came home. He pulled you close to him and dipped down to kiss your lips tenderly.
“Welcome home, Chris.” You sighed and ran your hands through his chest hair.
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