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metalmonki · 4 days ago

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After The Fire

Evan 'Buck' Buckley X Reader

4.1k word count

Summary You and Buck are both complete done with your respective partners. Eddie is the middle man.

Authors Note: Sorry for disappearing. 2025 has been the worst year for me. I worked my own break up into this story. I wish I had a Buck to help me. Oh well enjoy!

After a long day on tour, all you wanted was to come home and lay in the bath so long you turn into the world’s largest prune. You’d been daydreaming about lavender bubbles and scalding water since lunch. You smelt strongly of smoke and sweat, and your spine had officially decided to disown you.

But the second you opened the door to your apartment, reality slapped you in the face.

The first thing that hit you was the smell—Goose’s litter box, untouched. Again. Then came the sight: dirty dishes piled so high in the sink it was a game of Jenga waiting to collapse. Laundry—your laundry—scattered across the floor like it had exploded out of the hamper. And in the middle of it all, your boyfriend, Kyle, slumped on the couch in the same hoodie he’d been wearing three days ago.

Goose waddled toward you with an indignant meow, brushing his hefty body against your legs. The poor thing looked like he’d spent the entire day plotting your murder. You gave him a quick scratch behind the ears, noting how empty his food bowl was. Again.

Before you could even say hello, Kyle piped up without taking his eyes off his phone.

“Finally. I’m starving. What took you so long? Can you make that lasagna you did last week?”

You blinked. “What?”

He sighed, as if you were the inconvenience here. “I’ve been waiting for you. There's nothing to eat. You said you’d grab groceries yesterday.”

“I said I’d be working until tonight,” you said flatly, slipping off your jacket and dropping your keys into the dish by the door. “You’ve been here all day.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I didn’t know what to get. Besides, you always cook it better.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. You looked around at the disaster zone of your home—the dishes, the laundry, the cat fur rolling across the floor like tumbleweeds. Goose let out another mournful cry, and you knelt to fill his bowl while Kyle continued scrolling on his phone like he hadn't just dropped a match into a puddle of gasoline.

That bath you’d been dreaming of? Gone. Replaced by the sharp heat of frustration rising in your chest.

“I’ve been working nonstop for two weeks, Kyle,” you said slowly, carefully, like your words were made of glass. “And I come home to this. Again.”

He looked up, clearly annoyed now. “You don’t have to make it a big deal. I’ve been relaxing. You always freak out over little stuff.”

You stared at him, and something inside you snapped—quietly, neatly, with the same finality as a door clicking shut.

“You need to leave.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” you said, standing up and grabbing your bag. “I’m done. You want someone to clean up after you, feed you, do your laundry—get a maid. Or better yet, grow the hell up. I’m not your mother. And I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

“You’re overreacting,” he said, rising from the couch, arms spread wide. “You’re seriously breaking up with me over dinner?”

“No,” you said. “I’m breaking up with you because I’m tired. Tired of being the only one trying. Tired of coming home to a boyfriend who thinks my time and energy are his to drain. Pack your stuff. Be gone before I get back.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, gave Goose another quick pat, and walked out the door—no bath, no prune time, just clean air and the kind of peace that comes from finally choosing yourself.

…

Bucks P.O.V

Buck’s shoulders sagged as he stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, the weight of another brutal shift hanging heavy in every bone. Smoke, sweat, and exhaustion clung to him like second skin. All he wanted was a hot shower, a cold drink, and maybe five hours of uninterrupted sleep if the universe felt like cutting him a break tonight.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside.

The lights were on.

That was his first red flag.

The second came when he spotted her—Maya—sitting at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, a full plate of food in front of her, untouched and long since gone cold.

Crap.

“Hey,” he said cautiously, shutting the door behind him. “Didn’t know you were coming over tonight.”

“Obviously,” she snapped, icy gaze locked on him. “You’re late. Again.”

He dropped his gear bag by the door, instinctively checking to make sure he hadn’t tracked ash or soot onto the floor. “We had a three-alarm warehouse fire. I texted you.”

“Oh, right,” she said, her tone thick with sarcasm. “The firefighter excuse. Again. You always have a reason, Buck. You’re always late, always too tired, always somewhere else. You never think about me. Or us. Or our future.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Maya, we’ve talked about this. You knew what I did when we started dating. You said you respected it. You said you understood.”

“Well maybe I thought I could handle it,” she snapped, standing now. “But I’m sick of being second place to your job. What kind of future are we supposed to have if I’m always sitting here waiting for you to show up?”

He ran a hand over his face, grit scratching under his fingers. “It’s not like I’m out at bars or cheating on you. I’m saving lives. That’s my job. It’s always been my job. And yeah, sometimes that means being late. I can’t just walk out of a burning building because you made chicken parm.”

“You always do this,” she spat, voice rising now. “Turn it around on me like I’m being unreasonable.”

“Because you are,” he said, his own frustration bubbling up now. “You’re throwing a tantrum because dinner got cold. Meanwhile, I’m out there dragging people out of collapsed buildings, Maya. I don’t get to clock out when it’s convenient.”

She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Then quit. Quit the job. If you cared about me, you would.”

And that was it.

Something snapped.

He took a step back, staring at her like he didn’t even recognize the woman in front of him.

“You want me to what?” he said, low and sharp. “You want me to give up the thing I’ve dedicated my whole damn life to—because your dinner got cold?”

“No,” she said, but he didn’t stop.

“I pay the rent on this apartment. I pay your bills. Your phone, your car insurance, the shopping sprees, your nails, your hair—everything. I bust my ass every day so you can live like you do, and the second I’m late, you’re ready to throw a fit like a spoiled kid who didn’t get dessert?”

“Buck—”

“No. I’m done. If this is how you act when you don’t get your way, then I don’t want to be the guy you rely on anymore. Get your stuff, Maya. I want you out.”

She stood there in stunned silence, mouth parted like she had something to say but no words to fill the space. He didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked back out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew anywhere was better than here.

…

Eddies P.O.V

Eddie fumbled with his keys, eyelids heavy and muscles aching as he finally made it to his apartment door. The shift had been brutal—hot, chaotic, and long—and for once, he didn’t have to go home and slip right into Dad mode. Chris was spending the night at his abuela’s, and that meant one very rare, very sacred thing: peace.

He stepped inside, locked the door, and headed straight to the shower. Ten minutes under scalding water worked miracles. He emerged in clean sweats, reheated some leftover enchiladas, grabbed a cold beer from the fridge, and collapsed onto the couch like a man finally free.

He picked up his fork, raised it toward his mouth—and that’s when the knock came.

He froze. Chewed air.

With a heavy sigh, he set down the fork, got up, and opened the door.

There she was—one of his best friends, still in her jacket, eyes sharp and stormy. Before he could say anything, she brushed past him and made a direct line for his fridge.

“Uh… sure, come in,” Eddie muttered, mostly to himself, as she popped open a beer like she owned the place.

He barely had time to process her arrival before another knock came. He turned, still halfway to asking her what the hell was going on and opened the door again.

Buck.

Eddie stared.

“Hey,” Buck said, looking sheepish and slightly windblown. “Mind if I—?”

Eddie stepped aside with a sigh, waving him in.

“Thanks, man.” Buck clapped his shoulder in passing, heading straight for the kitchen like this was all part of the plan.

Eddie shut the door, turned slowly, and finally followed them into the kitchen, where the two stood—backs against the counter, bags dropped nearby, bottles in hand—like they'd claimed the place as neutral territory in some unseen war.

He stared at them for a beat. “Okay. Why are you both standing in my kitchen, drinking my beer?”

They exchanged a look and, like it was rehearsed, both said at the same time:

“I broke up with my boyfriend.” “I broke up with my girlfriend.”

Eddie blinked. “Seriously?” He rubbed a hand over his face. “One at a time. You first.” He nodded at her.

She sighed, the fight draining out of her a little now that she wasn’t alone. “I walked in the door and all I wanted was a bath and five minutes to myself. Instead, he starts whining about how he’s starving and wants a big dinner. Meanwhile, the place is trashed, Goose hadn’t been fed, the litter box was disgusting—and he just sat there all day doing nothing. Again. Like I’m supposed to come home from work and play housekeeper-slash-chef for a grown man.”

Buck let out a low whistle.

She took a long swig of her beer. “I told him to pack his stuff and get out.”

Eddie nodded slowly, impressed. “Good for you. You?” He turned to look at Buck.

“She could’ve done better from the start,” Buck muttered. “That guy was a walking red flag with a superiority complex. I never liked him.”

Eddie turned to him. “That’s not what I meant, Buck.”

Buck blinked. “What?”

“I meant your breakup. Not hers. Why did you break up with your girlfriend?”

Buck shifted his weight. “Right, yeah—okay. So, I get home, she’s sitting there with this whole meal set up, cold as hell, waiting to ambush me. Starts going off about how I’m late all the time, how I don’t care about her or our future. I try to explain—again—that I can’t control fires, or emergencies, or the clock.”

He took a swig. “She starts screaming, like actual screaming, demanding I quit being a firefighter if I care about her. Like, she really said that. ‘Quit your job.’”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious. So I lost it. Told her I’m not her sugar daddy or her emotional support firefighter. I pay her bills, her shopping, her nails—everything—and I’m done. Told her to get out.”

Silence settled for a second.

Then Eddie sighed and walked past them both, grabbing a third beer from the fridge. “I was this close to a quiet night,” he muttered, holding his fingers an inch apart.

She gave him a sheepish look. “Sorry, Eddie.”

Buck raised his beer. “We brought drama, but at least we didn’t come empty-handed.”

Eddie just rolled his eyes, dropped into a chair, and motioned between them. “You two are lucky I like you. But if either of you tries to use my shower, I’m tossing you out the window.”

…

Your P.O.V

Eddie had grumbled the whole night, but he never kicked them out.

After a shared late dinner of lukewarm enchiladas and three more beers each, the three of them ended up sprawled across his living room—Buck face-first on the carpet, you curled up on one end of the couch, and Eddie passed out in the recliner with the remote still in his hand. It wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t quiet. But it was safe. And after the emotional dumpster fire that was the night before, that was more than enough.

The next morning, after caffeine and mutual groans of “never again,” you and Buck left together, splitting off to check your own places. Both were blessedly empty. No texts. No calls. Just space.

You should’ve felt lonely.

But you didn’t. Because over the next few days… then the next week… then the one after that—Buck kept showing up.

Sometimes with coffee. Sometimes with food. Sometimes with Goose’s favorite treats. A few times with nothing but a tired face and a, “Hey, is it okay if I hang here for a bit?”

He started crashing on the couch. Then staying for dinner. Then leaving a spare toothbrush in your bathroom. Then a few shirts in your drawer. Then Goose started sleeping on his chest instead of yours.

You didn’t question it at first. You were just glad to have someone who saw you at the end of a shift, someone who talked to Goose like he was royalty and didn’t expect you to cook unless you felt like it. Buck washed dishes without being asked. He vacuumed. He once left and came back with a new litter box because, quote, “Goose deserves a throne.”

Eventually, though, you noticed the way he lingered.

He never seemed in a rush to go back to his apartment. Never mentioned it, really. He'd get quiet if you asked what he’d been up to there. And one night, when you found him still sitting in your kitchen at 1 a.m. nursing a beer, eyes glassy with the kind of tired he rarely showed, you finally pressed him.

“Buck?” you asked softly, standing in the doorway. “You good?”

He blinked, pulled back from wherever his mind had wandered. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

You stepped into the kitchen, opened the fridge more for something to do than anything else. “You’ve been here a lot.”

“I can go,” he said quickly, sitting up straighter. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no,” you interrupted, grabbing your own drink. “That’s not what I meant. I like having you here.”

He smiled at that—small, unsure.

“But,” you added gently, leaning on the counter across from him, “you’ve basically been living here. What’s going on, Buck?”

He hesitated. Twisted the bottle cap between his fingers. “I’m not… used to being alone. I thought I’d be fine after Maya left, you know? Like, good riddance and all that. But that apartment feels... empty. Cold. Like I walk in and the walls echo, and suddenly everything’s quiet in a way that makes my skin crawl.”

You watched him for a second, your heart softening.

Then you said, “Well… you don’t have to be alone. Not if being here helps. You can move in.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours. “Wait—are you serious?”

You smiled. “I’ve already lost half my fridge space to your energy drinks and Goose likes you more than me. Might as well make it official.”

He laughed, that big, boyish sound that made something warm bloom in your chest.

“You sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, we already know you’re good at cleaning and Goose has claimed your lap as property. Consider this your unofficial roommate interview. You passed.”

He looked at you like you’d just handed him something he didn’t know he needed. And maybe, in a way, you had.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “Really.”

You clinked your drink to his. “Welcome home, Buck.”

…

The first few days felt like a weird kind of vacation.

Buck brought over the rest of his stuff in a series of chaotic trips, including (but not limited to): two duffel bags, an entire crate of protein powder, at least six fire department t-shirts you were pretty sure he stole from other people, and a worn-out hoodie you immediately claimed as yours.

Goose sat in the middle of the living room and watched the entire process like he was supervising the transition. He didn’t complain, and that was saying something—Goose hated everyone.

By the end of the week, your apartment felt... different. Lived in, but not in a messy, suffocating way like before. It was the kind of lived in where the coffee was already brewed when you woke up, and someone left a note by the door that said "Kick ass today." Buck had that rare kind of presence that made everything feel just a little lighter.

You’d always gotten along well—working together created a kind of shorthand between you—but something about having him in your space all the time cracked things open a little wider.

Like how you noticed the way he always turned toward you when you laughed. Or how he paused a movie to ask what you thought would happen next because he “likes hearing your theories.” Or how he always cooked enough for two now, even if you said you weren’t hungry.

But it wasn’t all easy.

There were the little things, too. Like the way he left his wet towel on the floor even though the hamper was right there. Or how he used all the hot water on long showers because “thinking is a full-body experience.” One night, he accidentally used your fancy shampoo and tried to play it off like he didn’t, even though he smelled like vanilla and chamomile for two days.

You bickered sometimes—snapped over dishes or laundry or who forgot to buy more coffee filters. But somehow, it always ended in laughter. Or one of you giving the other a peace offering in the form of snacks.

The shift was slow, creeping in like sunlight through curtains you forgot to close.

It was the comfort of hearing him hum off-key while making pancakes. The way he knew exactly how you liked your tea, or that you needed silence for the first thirty minutes after a shift. It was the way he looked at you sometimes—soft, unguarded, like you were a home he hadn’t known he was missing.

One night, after a long shift that had left you both emotionally wrecked, you came home and didn’t say a word. Just sank into the couch, kicked off your boots, and stared at the wall.

Buck wordlessly brought you a blanket. Sat beside you without crowding. Waited.

After a while, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“You ever feel like the job just... hollows you out some days?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, quiet. “But being here? With you? It fills the rest of me back up.”

You didn’t respond. Just sat there, heart stuttering like maybe it had finally caught on to something the rest of you hadn’t.

You weren’t sure what this was—roommates, best friends, something else—but for the first time in a long time, it felt like you weren’t just surviving. You were healing.

Together.

…

The heater had gone out.

Of course it had—on the first truly cold night of the season. You were both bundled on the couch, buried under every blanket the apartment owned. Buck had even added one of his flannel shirts to Goose’s bed, who seemed personally offended by the drop in temperature and took it out on the both of you by yelling dramatically from his spot atop the radiator.

Buck was scrolling on his phone, one arm lazily draped around your shoulder. You’d spent the past hour wedged against him, and by now it felt so natural you almost forgot you weren’t alone on the couch.

Almost.

“You know,” he murmured suddenly, voice low and a little hoarse, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous,” you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

He didn’t laugh. Just turned his head slightly, watching you. “About us.”

That made your stomach tighten—just a bit. Not in panic. Not quite. But in anticipation.

You glanced up. “What about us?”

Buck’s eyes searched your face, like he was checking if he was about to say too much.

“I didn’t plan this,” he admitted. “Didn’t plan to move in. Didn’t plan to get... attached.”

The word landed heavy between you, but not unpleasantly. It didn’t feel like a warning. It felt like an opening.

You exhaled slowly, your hand resting where his hoodie bunched near your ribs. “But you are?”

He gave a small smile—just one side of his mouth. “Yeah. I think I was before I ever moved in.”

Your heart thumped once, hard. Then again.

The blankets shifted as you turned more toward him, the soft brush of knees and hands and something else hanging in the air like static.

“I care about you,” he said, quiet but sure. “Not just in the roommate, crash-on-your-couch, eat-your-snacks kind of way. I think you know that.”

You did. You’d felt it in every small thing—every look, every laugh, every night he found his way back to you. You just hadn’t let yourself admit it.

Until now.

“I think I’ve known it since you walked into Eddie’s kitchen with a beer like you lived there,” you murmured. “And honestly? I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Buck’s hand found yours beneath the blankets, fingers curling gently.

“We can take it slow,” he said, as if reading your mind. “I just… needed you to know. I’m here. I’m all in.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned forward and kissed him—soft, tentative, but no less certain than anything he’d just said. His lips were warm against yours, familiar in a way that made your chest ache.

He kissed you back like he’d been waiting for it.

When you finally pulled away, you didn’t move far. Just rested your forehead against his, smiling when Goose meowed loudly from across the room.

“We’ll take it slow,” you whispered. “But you’re not getting out of paying half the rent.”

Buck grinned, pulling you closer. “Deal.”

…

They didn’t mean for Eddie to find out.

Not like this, anyway.

It started innocently enough—just the three of you catching up after a hellish double shift. The station had been chaos, the call-outs nonstop, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were all running on fumes and pure stubbornness.

So naturally, someone suggested beer and burgers. You didn’t say no. Buck didn’t either.

Now, you were all gathered around Eddie’s kitchen island, fries in one hand, beer in the other, talking over one another like usual. Goose had even come along for the ride and was currently sleeping under Eddie’s table like it was his second home.

Which, to be fair… it kind of was.

Everything was normal—until Buck did it.

You didn’t notice at first. You were mid-bite, something snarky on your tongue, when he casually reached over and brushed his fingers along your wrist. Just a light touch. A reflex.

But Eddie noticed.

Because of course he did.

He went completely still. Not a blink. Not a sound. Just slowly turned his head and looked at you both, brows raised in that signature really? expression that spoke volumes without him having to say a damn thing.

Buck froze, halfway through a sip of beer. “What?” he asked innocently, though he was definitely already blushing.

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “No. Don’t ‘what’ me.”

You swallowed your bite with a bit more force than necessary. “Okay, so—maybe something’s… happening.”

Eddie didn’t break eye contact. “Happening.”

Buck shifted in his seat. “It’s new.”

“Clearly not that new if he’s doing the wrist thing,” Eddie replied, pointing at Buck with a fry.

You looked at Buck. Buck looked at you. Then back at Eddie.

“So you’re not… mad?” you asked, cautious.

Eddie leaned back in his chair, arms crossing loosely. “Why would I be mad?”

Buck blinked. “I don’t know. Because we didn’t tell you?”

Eddie snorted. “I’m not your dad, Buck.”

“Feels like it sometimes,” Buck muttered.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and took a drink, then looked between the two of you again—this time, a little softer.

“I figured it was coming eventually,” he said. “You’ve been orbiting each other for months. Was just waiting to see who’d trip first.”

You gave Buck a sideways glance. “It was him.”

“Hey!”

Eddie laughed, for real this time. “As long as you’re good to each other, I don’t care. Just—” He paused, raising a hand. “No PDA in front of me. I already have a teenager. I don’t need you two acting like hormonal high schoolers in my living room.”

Buck held up both hands. “Noted.”

You grinned. “I make no promises.”

Eddie groaned. “God help me.”

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ice-man-goes-bwoah · 2 months ago

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I’ll be there||Lando Norris x Platonic!Fem!Reader

Summary- Lando your best friend,your brother, your platonic soulmate is struggling hard with his mental health and y/n promises to always be there for Lando

Word count -1267

Warnings - Lando being had on himself and self loathing, hints of depression

A/n-this is how I’ve been feeling lately also the is a scheduled post I’m not back!

Lando’s apartment was a disaster. The moment Y/N stepped inside, the weight of it hit her—not just the physical mess, but the emotional one. The air felt heavy, thick with something unspoken, like grief or exhaustion. Clothes were tossed haphazardly over the couch, half-empty water bottles littered the coffee table, and the dishes in the sink had long since been abandoned. The trash bin overflowed, wrappers and empty cans scattered around it.

But the worst part wasn’t the mess.

It was Lando.

He was curled up on the couch, hood pulled over his head, body turned toward the cushions like he could disappear into them. His phone lay facedown beside him—another red flag. If Lando wasn’t glued to it, checking team updates or talking to his friends, something was really wrong.

He heard Y/N come in. He just… couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge it.

Because if he looked at her, she’d see.

She’d see how fucking tired he was.

Tired of waking up every morning and feeling like he was already losing. Tired of opening his phone to see strangers ripping him apart like he was nothing more than a punching bag. Tired of pretending it didn’t get to him. That it didn’t sink into his skin like ink, staining everything.

They were right.

He wasn’t good enough. He was arrogant and had a big ego. He wasn’t championship material and he sure as hell didn’t deserve his race wins.

He didn’t even know why she was here. She should just leave him be—leave him to rot in this mess because that’s what he deserved.

But Y/N didn’t leave.

She exhaled softly, pushing up her sleeves, and started cleaning.

Lando squeezed his eyes shut.

Stop. Just leave it. It’s pointless. I’m pointless.

But she didn’t stop.

She moved around quietly, gathering the trash first—wrappers, empty bottles, things he should’ve thrown away days ago. He heard the rustle of a trash bag being tied up and set by the door. Then came the sound of dishes clinking together, water running, the rhythmic scrape of a sponge against crusted plates.

Y/N was cleaning like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Like it wasn’t fucking pathetic that she even had to. He was a grown man who was perfectly capable of doing his own dishes and his laundry but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be bothered to do anything.

Lando swallowed against the lump in his throat. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.”

She kept going.She wiped the counters, cleared the coffee table, picked up his clothes and folded them neatly. With every movement, the apartment became a little less suffocating, but Lando still felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He wanted to say something. To tell her to stop wasting her time.

But when he finally opened his eyes, Y/N was standing by the window, pushing it open. A fresh breeze filtered in, cool and salty from the ocean, clearing out the stale, heavy air.

That was the moment he broke a little.

Not when she cleaned.

Not when she folded his clothes or wiped down the counters.

But when she opened the window.

Because it wasn’t just about fresh air.

It was about letting him breathe again.

Y/N turned to him, finally meeting his gaze. “When’s the last time you ate?”

Lando shrugged, looking away. “Not hungry.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not an answer.”

He heard the quiet frustration in her voice, but she didn’t push. She just crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his knee.

“How about a shower first?” she suggested. “I’ll get you a clean hoodie, and when you’re done, I’ll make something for you.”

Lando hesitated. He didn’t want to be a burden. Didn’t want her to waste any more energy on him.

But Y/N wasn’t giving him a choice.

“Come on,” she said gently. “I’ll stay nearby, okay?”

Another beat of silence. Then, slowly, he nodded.

She led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower, testing the water until it was warm. Lando stood by the sink, staring at his reflection.

He hated what he saw.

Dull eyes, dark circles, skin pale from too many sleepless nights.

He didn’t even recognize himself anymore.

Y/N must’ve noticed because she helped him out of his hoodie, carefully, like he might shatter under her hands. He let her, too tired to protest.

Once he was in the shower, she stayed outside, handing him what he needed.

Lando let the water run over him, head bowed, steam curling around him. He wanted it to wash everything away—the exhaustion, the self-hatred, the voices in his head whispering that he wasn’t enough.

But it didn’t.

It never did.

When he finally stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist, Y/N was there. She handed him clean clothes and turned away as he got dressed.

Once he was done, she helped pull his hoodie over his head, hands lingering just long enough to squeeze his shoulders.

“Better?” she asked softly.

Lando swallowed. He gave a small nod.

“Good. Now sit down—I’m making you something to eat.”

“But I don’t have anything here to make,” he mumbled, picking at the side of his thumb, ashamed.

Y/N just smiled. “I guess it’s a good thing I DoorDashed some groceries.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

No one had ever done that for him before.

He obeyed, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs as she unpacked the groceries and started cooking.

She knew exactly what to make—his favorite meal.

The scent of garlic and basil filled the kitchen as she minced, stirred, and grated. Every movement was purposeful, like she was pouring care into every bite.

Lando watched her, something twisting in his chest.

“What?” Y/N asked, catching his gaze.

He swallowed. “I don’t deserve this.”

Her expression softened, but her voice was firm. “Lando, where is this coming from?”

His throat tightened. He looked down at his hands, fingers trembling.

“The hate, the comments… I see them all. People saying I’m not good enough, that I should just quit. And I know I shouldn’t care, but—” His voice cracked. “I do. And I feel like maybe they’re right.”

Y/N inhaled sharply. Then she reached for his hands, squeezing them tightly.

“The people saying that? They don’t know you. They don’t see how hard you work. They’re just bitter, lonely people who tear others down because they have nothing else.”

Lando clenched his jaw, breath shaky. “It just… it gets so heavy sometimes.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

She got up, wrapped her arms around him, and held him tight.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered as he finally broke, body trembling against her.

His hands gripped the back of her hoodie like a lifeline. “I’m so tired, Y/N.”

“I know,” she murmured, rubbing slow circles on his back. “But you’re not alone. I swear to you, no matter what, no matter where—I’m here. Always.”

His fingers tightened, like he was afraid she’d slip away. “What if I can’t fix this? What if it never gets better?”

Y/N cupped his face, forcing him to look at her.

“Then I’ll sit in the dark with you until it does.”

Lando’s breath hitched.

She meant it.

They stayed like that until his breathing steadied, until the weight on his chest wasn’t quite so crushing.

Eventually, Y/N nudged his plate toward him. “Eat.”

And this time, he did.

Because maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

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hajiberry · 1 year ago

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3:56 am - Katsuki bakugou

domestic fluff + pregnancy

Bakugou would give anything right now to switch quirks with someone and be able to teleport home. He feared he might explode if he spent one more moment in this car.The thirty five minute drive from the airport was starting to feel like an eternity and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand it. He knew he was in for a headache when his connecting flight got delayed, getting him home hours after he had planned on arriving. Glancing out kirishimas passenger window he started counting down the seconds till he could see you. He hated when missions took him away from home but this one was extremely difficult, considering you could go into labor any day now. He had felt like a maniac the whole trip, constantly calling to make sure you weren’t at the hospital moments away from giving birth.

Opening his eyes he was about to ask how much fucking longer when the car pulled into the neighborhood and two seconds later Kirishima was pulling into y’all’s driveway. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been happier to see the home the two of you shared. “Fuck it’s good to be home”, he mumbled, stretching out his limbs before sitting up. “Thanks for picking me up”, leaning back he grabbed his luggage, hauling it over before opening the door.

“Yeah of course man tell y/n I said hi”

“Will do”, closing the passenger door he gave him a wave before heading up the driveway. Selfishly he was hoping you were still awake, so he could at least sneak in a kiss and an ‘I missed you’, before drifting off to sleep. But he also knew you’ve been struggling with sleeping lately so he was hoping you at least were getting some rest.

Opening the front door he smiled at all the packages littered in the foyer, boxes that he assumed were filled with baby stuff. He kicked his shoes off before making his way up the stairs to your bedroom. Opening the door he smiled when he saw your sleeping figure curled up in the bed. Setting his bag down he made his way over to you, kneeling down in front of you to press a kiss to your forehead before moving his attention to your belly. “I missed our little chats buddy”, he still was baffled at how much he missed talking to his unborn child. “I’m back though, I had to go out of town for work but that’s the last trip for a while so I definitely won’t miss you being born”

“Thank god”, you mumbled, slightly startling him.

“Fuck I didn’t know you were awake”

“I’ve been in and out of sleep for the past hour”, sitting up slightly you gave him a tired smile. “How was your flight?”

“Awful”, leaning forward he pressed his lips against yours, “just glad to be home”

“Glad to have you home”, wrapping your arms around his neck you littered a few kisses on his cheek. “It always sucks when you’re gone but this time just really fucking sucked”

“I’m sorry”, he mumbled as he started kissing you again, “not leaving on a mission like that again anytime soon”

“Good or I’d have to make a phone call”, you said with barely any bite in your words.

Chuckling, he stood up, pulling off his clothes to get ready to hop in the shower, “how terrifying”

“I know right”, standing up, you followed him into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet while he got in the shower.

“Go to sleep I’ll be in bed in a minute”, he said over his shoulder as he stepped under the hot water.

“I wanna hear about your trip”, the sleep that laced your voice caused him to smile.

“Well you’ll get a kick out of this but apparently icy hots dating someone”

Gasping, you pulled the shower curtain back a little bit, mouth wide open. “No way”

“Yup, deku was filling me in on the plane ride there”, he wasn’t sure when he started pocketing away stuff that was going on in his friends lives so that he could fill you in on the gossip but he wasn’t mad about it.

“So he’s keeping it quiet I’m assuming”

“Mhm only the nerd knows”

“Cause he snooped?”

“Yup”

“Well now I have to invite shouto over for dinner”

“What? Like he’s gonna tell you?”

“Everyone eventually caves and tells me”, he couldn’t even argue with that statement.

“But the trip itself was fine just standard shit”, turning the water off he stepped out, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

“Well I missed you”, smiling down at you he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I know I missed you too”, resting his hand on your belly he gave you a tired but genuine smile. “Let’s get you in bed though”

“Me? You’re the one that’s been traveling all day”, you said, standing up to follow him into your bedroom.

“But you’re growing a baby which I assume is a little more exhausting”

“Can’t argue with that but let’s just say we’re both tired”, you said with a yawn before laying down on your side of the bed.

After quickly throwing his boxers on he climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. “Wanna grab breakfast in the morning?”, he asked softly, a volume of his voice only you got to hear.

“Of course I do”, smiling you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’m so glad he waited till you got home”

“Me fucking too”

Letting out a sigh of contentment you closed your eyes, finally being able to let yourself sleep.

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justaaveragereader · 2 years ago

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Perform For Them

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, Mean Dom! Yunho

Warning⛔️: Unprotected Sex (Don’t Do That), Rough Sex, Oral (Giving), Choking With A Belt, Mean Dom! Yunho, Spanking, Cum Eating, Recording The Deed, Cream Pie, Slight Possessive Yunho, Naming Calling (Slut, Whore, Dumb), If I Missed Anything, Let Me Know 👀👀!

NSFW & Warnings Under Cut - Minors DNI!!!🔞

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“I was just talking with him!” You slightly raise your voice at Yunho. Hands thrown in the air, clearly tired of having this recurring conversation.

“Lower your tone, I’m not raising my voice at you, am I? No. Secondly, talking? Is that what you call drooling over Wooyoung?”

“I was not drooling!” You yell, voice now bouncing off of the bedroom walls. What was supposed to be a nice dinner between you and all the members ended up being a complete shit show. Yunhos eyes lifted to you, his eyebrows raised as if he was surprised at your tone after he asked you politely to lower it.

“Wooyoung loves attention, you know how he is! You are in the same group with him!” You yell again, hands trying their best to unstrap your heels. Eyes too busy with the buckle on your shoes you miss the way his eyebrows raise, you also miss the way his jaw tightens in annoyance.

“Y/n I’m only going to ask you this last time to not raise your voice. We are trying to have a civilized conversation.” He speaks, air as soft as a pillow, eyes as dark as the midnight sky.

“Now you want to have a civilized conversation?! What was that at the dinner table then? Wasn’t shit civilized about tha-.” Yunho swiftly gets off the edge of the bed, wrapping his hand around your throat and shoving you against the wall. His body crushing you against the plaster. His face directly over yours.

“I asked you to lower your voice while talking to me. I’m not yelling at you so why are you yelling at me?” He grits out through tight lips, clearly pissed off at you. You roll your eyes, putting your hands on Yunhos chest, trying to shove him off of you. His body doesn’t even move a muscle, almost like he’s cemented to the ground.

“Yunho seriously get off of me.” You roll your eyes once again, you don’t want to put up with his jealous ways right now. Any other night you’d shower him in the reassurance of how he’s the only man for you but tonight you don’t want to even scratch that surface. Trying to push him off you once again, his hand tightens on your throat taking you by surprise.

“I’ll move when I’m ready. Now, if you want to talk about this like adults, let's do it. Otherwise keep your smart mouth shut. Or I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh yea? You feeling big and bad, Jeong Yunho?” You say poking his chest, your face growing a smirk clearly finding this situation now funny. Which he didn’t take all too well.

“You? You are going to shut it for me? Yea ok.” You say through a laugh, finally getting Yunho to move back slightly, moving off of the wall making your way to the bathroom. Before you can even make it two steps his hand reaches out wrapping around your neck pulling you back to his chest.

“What did you say?” He practically growls out.

“Yunho.. Listen it wasn’t ev-.”

His hand tightens on your throat, his other grips your waist bringing you closer to him, his nose brushes over the crown of your head, your skin litters with goosebumps.

“No no, continue with what you were going to say.”

You swallow hard, the grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly. He gives the small of your back a push towards the bed walking with you to the end of the bed. His hand that was gripping your waist now running lightly over your back, coming up to undo the zipper on your dress.

“You are going to do what I say, when I say it. Do you understand?” He whispers into your ear, kissing from your neck down to your jaw. A smile gracing his face the whole time. Closing your eyes you let your head fall against his shoulder, caught up in all the pleasure you hadn’t even realized he was speaking to you.

His hand coming down and cracking against your clothed ass cheek. The weight of his hand was sure to leave a bruise, but that was a matter you would deal with in the morning. Giving you one more harsh slap, he grabs your ass cheeks spreading them slightly, groaning at the squelching noises he hears as he spreads you open.

“Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.” He growls out, hands still toying with your ass cheeks. You nod your head, pushing your ass back against him trying to hurry this process up. Letting out a small chuckle he pushes the dress down from your shoulders, letting it drop and pool at your feet.

“On your knees. Now.” He whispers roughly into your ear, nipping at the side of your neck before standing back slightly, hands coming to undo his belt. Dropping swiftly to your knees, dress still pooling around you. His gaze on you was so heavy, any loving, caring thoughts he had about you earlier were now clearly gone. Nothing but lust and dark thoughts behind those pretty eyes of his. Sliding the belt out of the loops he hooks his belt, placing it around your neck and tightening it just enough to where it’s slightly pinching your skin but you can still breathe.

“You still think I’m feeling ‘big and bad’ darling? Still think I won’t shut this pretty mouth of yours?”

You knew he was asking you rhetorical questions, you knew this was a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation. You could answer his question but deciding to play it safe you keep your mouth shut, eyes staring up at him with the belt around your neck. Giving it a swift tug upwards cutting your air supply off slightly.

“Answer me, pretty girl. Do you still think I’m feeling ‘big and bad’? I think I’ve been too lenient with you. First flirting with Wooyou-.”

“I wasn’t flirti-“ you are cut off by him pulling on the belt a choked moan leaves your mouth, your hands gripping your bare knees. You can feel the wetness seeping out your panties onto your inner thighs. As much as you hated the first part of jealous Yunho, the arguing, the fighting. You always loved how it ended, you bare bodied, crying tears of pleasure into the sheets.

“Did I ask you to speak yet?” He grits out pulling harder on the belt before letting go. Shuffling closer to you so the back of your head was touching the mattress.

“You are going to pull out my cock and suck it. I don’t want to hear another word leaving your filthy mouth. Do you understand?”

Deciding it was best not to answer, you immediately move to finish undoing his pants. Clearly pleased at your movements he lets out a hum of approval, tugging his pants down to his knees, his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach before bobbing and standing hard in front of your face. Tip swollen and red, precum dripping from his slit all the way down his shaft. You can tell he wanted this, needed this as badly as you did.

You run your tongue across his slit taking in the slight bitterness of his precum in your mouth, running your tongue all over him, getting him all prepped for your mouth, gripping what you know you won’t be able to fit in your mouth you give him a couple pumps before taking majority of him in. His head rolling back instantly, clearly sensitive, his thighs twitch at the feeling of your warm mouth on his hard cock. You start off with a slow rhythm, tongue dragging on the underside of his cock, tracing over that thick vein that runs along under it making his jaw slack open.

He lets small groans leave his mouth, slurping noises filling the air between you both. Hand jerking off what’s left of him, cock slickening up with your spit, drool dropping onto the top of your boobs, falling between the crevices of them. Your other hand collects the drool pooling out of your mouth, coming up to toy with his heavy balls, causing Yunhos hips to jerk forward sending more of his cock down your throat. You let out a choking noise, trying your best to breath through your nose, you go back to bobbing your head, tongue flickering and dipping between his slit with every pull back.

He’s losing every collective thought he’s ever had in his head, your wet, soft lips on his hardened length in enough to send anyone over the edge. Yet he can’t scratch the feeling of your arm on Wooyoungs, you laughing at Wooyoungs jokes, anger now seeping at his core behind his orgasm he grips your scalp, tugging on the belt you halt your movements. Mouth full of his cock, eyes filled to the brim with tears and your panties filled with your dripping arousal you let out a soft hum.

“That mouth, that fucking mouth is always getting you into trouble baby. Isn’t it?” He breathes out through heavy pants, you can tell he was clearly on the brink of his peak. Sticking your tongue flat out, signaling to him to fuck your throat. He clicks his tongue, eyes clearly enamored in the way you easily submit yourself to him, his woman, his favorite lady, his everything, on her knees with her hands against his thighs looking up at him like he was God. Wooyoung could never.

Slapping his heavy cock down on your tongue, drool spilling out from your mouth, eyes watering. He grips himself slowly inching his way down your throat, one hand still tight on the belt around your neck. You breathe slowly through your nose, trying your best not to choke. His hips start to pick up rhythm, more drool is spilling down your neck, onto your chest. Your eyes flutter at the weight in your mouth, you loved it when he used you like this.

He locks his eyes on your face, hand still gripping your scalp, he wants to cum so bad, he can feel the rush of his orgasm creeping up. Tugging on the belt around your neck, your eyes flutter back open, eyes locking with his. A devilish grin is painted on him, he looks like a demon which means you are in for a long night.

“Look at you, covered in your own spit, mouth and throat full of cock, my cock. I know that pussy is wet, touch it.” He says through a grin, he was mocking you.

Your fingers dance along your clothed core, pushing your panties up against your clit, the squelching noise easily being heard. You were gushing, your panties now stuck around your clit, the rough material of them making your body shutter.

“Such a whore, you that wet from sucking my cock? Imagine if Wooyoung saw you like this.” He spits out at the end of his sentence, you let out a small whine, your skin heating up at the thought of Wooyoung seeing you in such a disarray.

A grin breaks out onto Yunhos face, clearly seeing he has struck a nerve. A horny nerve.

“Maybe I should send it to all of my members huh? Have them see you slutted out for me. I’m sure they will jerk off to it later.” He gets closer to you, cock sliding farther down your throat causing you to slightly choke, your head now full on hitting the mattress. Pulling out slightly, strings of spit connecting as he pulls back, letting out a hiss.

“Stay right there baby.” He reaches over your head, wet cock smearing across your face, you stay still hands gripping his thighs for dear life trying to squeeze your thighs together to cause any friction to your cunt so you can feel a sliver of relief.

He leans back, phone in hand, flash on, causing you to wince slightly at the sudden bright light.

“Stick out your tongue for me.” He says in a low tone, holding the phone up tilting it towards your face, getting the perfect shot, your face smeared with spit, bra and spit covered tits on display, makeup smudged, good god he was going to fuck you stupid later.

Sticking your tongue out, you look up at the camera, making direct eye contact with it, causing Yunho to let out a small chuckle.

“Well well well..don’t we have a performer here.” Slapping his heavy cock again on your tongue he slides in your mouth slowly, making sure to capture the way your mouth wraps around him along with the way your throat slightly stretches to accommodate his size. Your nose brushes slightly over his pelvic area, inhaling his scent.

His hand tugs on the belt around your neck, using it as something to stabilize him, hips quickly moving back and forth, the sudden speed, and weight of the belt choking you was making you dizzy, thighs still crushing together. Gurgling noises and groans were all that was being heard throughout the room.

Tugging on the belt again his head cocks back, getting lost in the pleasure yet never letting his grip on the phone lighten up. He was going to make sure the boys, Wooyoung specifically, made sure that they remembered just who you belonged to.

“Yes baby, just like that, keep sucking my cock like that.” His cock slamming in and out of your mouth, throat burning with pleasure, his words going straight to your core you let out a small whine.

He brings his head down, now staring at your messy state through the phone screen. Making his toes curl, you looked so fucked out and all you had done was suck his cock so far, he hadnt even touched your pussy yet. Biting his lip to bite back his moans, he picks up speed hips driving full on into your mouth.

“Shit, shit! Tongue out baby.” He says through a feverish groan. Sticking your tongue out he pulls back, cum shooting all over tongue, some over shooting, landing on your upper lip, and nose. You help stroke him making sure to get every drop. You lock eyes with the camera, bringing your mouth to his tip, giving it a small suck before flicking your tongue over his slit once more. Making sure to milk him of every last drop.

You bring your fingers up to wipe the cum off of your nose, putting it on your tongue, sticking it out for the camera to see before closing your mouth and swallowing him down with a groan of satisfaction, running your tongue across your top lip, making a show out of swallowing his cum down. He tosses the phone on the bed, continuing to record. If you wanted to put on a show, he was going to give them a whole damn movie.

Pulling on the belt, making you stand up, his face hovering over yours, one hand shaking down to your heated core, playing with the fabric that was now soaking and wedged between your pussy lips.

“You look like such a slut right now, spit on your tits, lips puffy and swollen. You look like my slut. You are always so filthy.” He rubs over your swollen clit lightly, barely just grazing it, yet the feeling of him touching you after not having touched you at all has your knees buckling.

Turning you around he shoves you face first down into the bed, your ass sticking up for him. You groan as the cool air hits your core. Yunhos fingers run along the inner part of your panties, pulling them back and letting them snap against your clothes core making sure the fabric snapped right against your clit making you cry out. Hands gripping the sheets.

“Please, please, please touch me daddy.” You cry out. There it was the “D” word, you knew how much Yunho loved to be called it during sex. He felt his ego inflate along with his cock, now standing hard and long again. Letting out a small chuckle he grabs your ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, while snapping your panties against your core, repeatedly over and over again. Tears spill from your eyes. You feel a wave of heat crash over your body, your orgasm right on the brink. Your body shivers with pleasure.

“You really are a whore, are you really going to cum from me snapping your panties against your pussy?”

He mocks with a grin on his face, one hand reaching for the phone. Holding it up to record, your wet pussy dripping down behind your knees. Your body jumps with each snap. Placing the phone right under you so it was recording your pussy and the juices dripping down it.

You let out a high pitched whine, he starts snapping your panties harder against you, letting his fingers brush over your swollen clit from time to time.

“Beg, beg and I might touch yo-.”

“Please! Please Daddy, please touch me, fuck me, do something!” You sob out. A grin fills his face, one hand coming down and cracking hard against your ass cheek causing your body to jolt forward. Tugging your panties down to behind your knees making sure that it didn’t obstruct the cameras view.

Giving his cock a couple pumps he pushes into you slowly, causing you to cry out at the relief and pleasure. You felt like you were going to cum any minute. Pushing into you till his hips connect with your ass, your eyes fill with tears.

“I’m not going to last long Yunho.” You whimper out through a choked out sob. Leaning forward he grips the belt bringing you to lean back against his chest. Picking up the phone he holds it in front of you, tears dripping down your face, hips moving starting at a snail pace.

“Look at her crying, like the dumb slut she is. Looking so fucked out and I’m just now in her pussy, what a whore.” He says through a laugh, his dirty talking causing your pussy to clench on him. Tugging the belt back farther causing your back to arch farther. You let out a loud whimper.

“You wanted to put on a show earlier for my members, what happened? Go on slut, perform.” He speaks sarcastically. Tongue darting out, licking your lower lip with a smile gracing his face.

“Daddy please.” You whine out.

“What do you want slut?” Your pussy clenches on him again, you loved when he got like this.

“Please fuck me daddy, please stuff me full.” You whine out, body still arched against his chest. Letting out a low groan he bucks his hips against yours, driving his cock deeper into your warm, wet walls.

“Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You, only you.”

Bringing up the phone to get a better shot of your crying face.

“Who do you want to fuck you baby? Tell them, tell them who you want in this pussy.”

“You, daddy, I want you. I want you and only you in this pussy.” You whine out.

Yunho looks smug into the camera, before tossing it next to him, letting his hand bend you down once again. Undoing the belt from your neck, letting it fall to the side.

Drawing his hips back he slams into your dripping cunt. Causing your body to jerk forward on the need, the sudden movement causing you to cry out. Not giving you time to settle he starts pistoning his hips in and out of you. Pussy clamping down on him with each thrust. Tears are pouring down your face, drool leaking out your mouth. Yunho knows you won’t hold on for much longer, putting his foot up on the bed to get a better angle, he wants to make sure his cock is permanently engraved into your guts.

“Daddy oh daddy!” You scream out gripping the sheets for dear life. His head cocked back, eyes shut tightly, with his mouth slightly hung open. His hands were gripping your hips tightly. The feeling of the vice grip your sopping cunt had on him had his mind fizzing out.

“Fuuuuckkkkk…just like that baby, just like that.” He groaned out, head rolling forward. Cracking one hand down on your ass watching it jiggle.

“Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!” You scream out, tears of pleasure filling your eyes. Hand shooting out behind you to slow down his hips, your high approaching way too fast for your likings. Grabbing your wrist and pinning it to your back, hips still going at a hammering pace.

“Shut up and take it.” He spits out through gritted teeth. Hand cracking down on your ass watching it jiggle. Your face smushed into the mattress letting out choked moans. Wrapping one hand around the front of your neck, bringing your back to his chest. Licking his lips he kisses the side of your neck, hips still hammering away into your sopping wet cunt.

“Yea, that’s it, take it. Take it, slut.” He whispers into your ear while kissing your ear lobe.

Your toes clench, your eyes start to flutter back, you can taste your orgasm that’s how fast it’s beginning to crash into you.

“Talked all that shit earlier, now you can’t take it.” He says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Go on, let them know whose fucking you this good.” His hips drilling harder into you, hand smacking your ass once again, the squeaking of the mattress and the smacking of the headboard cracking into the wall is radiating in the room.

“You are! You..oh my god.. You are!” You sob out, toes curling, pussy clenching harder on his cock.

His hand tightens on your throat, hips now driving deeper and harder into you.

“I’m making you feel this good slut? You think anyone besides me can make you feel this good?” He grits out, biting his lip to hold back his own orgasm.

“Only you can make me feel this good daddy!” You scream out, nails clawing at whatever piece of skin you can grab on him.

“Who. Is. Fucking. You. This. Good. Slut?!” He growls out, hips slamming deeper into you at each punctuation.

“You! Fucking Jeong Yunho! You daddy! Only fucking you!” You scream out, voice now hoarse from all the yelling, the dams of your orgasm breaking, your body shuttering in his hold. Juices running down your legs, down his cock, down to his balls.

Gripping your neck tighter, he slams his hips into you faster, tossing his head back, orgasm now pushing past his point. Tears streaming down your face from how intense your orgasm was, while Yunho is trying to find his own high he’s still helping you ride out your very own.

Shit…that’s it baby, take it, take it like the good slut you are.” He spits through gritted teeth, hand tightening on your throat, hips slapping harshly against your ass. Cumming undone with one harsh final thrust. His legs shake uncontrollably, letting your throat go, you flop forward onto the mattress.

Trying to stabilize himself, one hand on the mattress holding himself up, while the other grabs the phone. Pulling himself out of you slowly, watching his cum instantly start spilling out.

You let out a small groan at your now empty cunt, bringing a hand down to smack your sore ass causing you to let out a small squeak. He spreads your thighs apart, recording his cum spill out of your wet hole. Letting a finger run through your wet lips, giving your clit a small pinch, your hole clenches causing more cum to spill out.

He collects some of the cum that has spilled out, pushing it back into you, causing you to let out another small whimper before messily smearing it all over your pussy. Ending the video he sends it to each of the members, tossing his phone by your head. Crawling up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you towards him.

“Who do you think is going to watch it first?” You groan out, throat sore from all the yelling.

“Wooyoungs hornball self, Hongjoong a close second though.” He says while his fingers slowly start to massage your lower back. Just then Yunhos phone starts ringing “Wooyoung” flashes across the screen, a smirk covering his face.

“I told you.” He says into your neck nipping at the skin, the thought of all the members watching Yunho fuck you has your skin growing hot. Rolling over he slots himself between your legs, picking up the phone he answers the call. Thumb rubbing over your clit.

“Hello..? Yea.. she’s under me right now. You want to see?” He looks at you with lust filled eyes. This was going to be a fun night.

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A/N: I’m so down bad for Dom Yunho, idc what anyone says I’m the number one supporter of the Big Daddy Dom Yunho agenda and no one can change my mind! Everything about this man screams “I’m going to fuck you into next week.” And id HAPPILY let him😀🫣. Leave me walking on crutches sir I’d happily thank ya! He seems like the type that will tap dance on your uterus🤪. Sigh…all my morals get tossed aside for this man😔. Also this photo shoot of Yunho?! Y’all I was howling at the moon like GAWWTTT DDAAAMMMNN this man is so fine😭. Like the look in his eyes just oooo, makes me want to confess my love in the rain for him. Anywayyyysssss I hope you guys enjoy! After this I will be working on some of the requests I’ve gotten so keep your eyes peeled for those!

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golden1u5t · 1 year ago

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back home | e.p x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: you and emily have just gotten back home after a long case, one where you stayed in different hotel rooms and never had the chance to enjoy each other's company aside from the case. luckily you're back home and can enjoy each other as much as you like.

as you and emily finally stepped through the door of your shared apartment, all the exhaustion melted away, instead replaced by a rush of relief to finally be back in the comfort of your home. you made quick work of putting your hardware away safely before you dragged yourself into your bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with an aspirated sigh. emily followed close behind you and leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she watched you bury your face into your blankets.

the feeling of the bed dipping caused you to turn your head, she had laid down on her side beside you and propped herself up on her elbow. the sight of her never failed to make you giddy inside, not being able to really see her all week definitely had a lot to do with that feeling also. really the only times you were able to actually sit down with her was when you were taking a break to eat, all the other times you were purely working.

also, having separate hotel rooms meant that by the time you were finished with the day you were both too tired to even think about going to the others room, only wanting nothing more than to take a shower and pass out on the crappy beds.

“you know, i really don’t appreciate how amazing our apartment is until we have to stay in those hotels.” you groaned, dropping your head back onto the bed. emily let out a soft scoff and lightly shoved your arm before getting off the bed. you turned around and sat up, watching her walk over to the dresser. “what are you doing?”

“i’m gonna go wash up…in our amazing shower.” she looked at you through the mirror that was on the dresser as she picked out her clothes, you immediately perked up when she said that. showering with emily had always been your favorite thing to do since the first time you did it, even if you literally didn’t do anything other than clean yourselves. you stood up and walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning your head on her shoulder.

“mind if i join you?”

“not at all.”

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the shower had started off fairly normal, you both took turns under the water, kept your hands to yourself(mostly), and so on. it was fine until she went to wet her hair, her body had arched back just enough that she could get all of her hair and it gave you a perfect view of her chest. you tried to keep your hands to yourself but the longer you watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took, the harder it was for you to keep your hands off her.

you contemplated on whether you should have just let her finish washing her hair or if you should give into what you really wanted to do. it only took you a few seconds to decide, honestly. you reached up and placed your hands on her waist, tugging her from under the water and pressing her back against the shower wall. emily hardly had the chance to react before you were crashing your lips into hers.

her breath hitched for a second before she melted into you and wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing herself into your body as your hands roamed over her skin. you couldn’t find a place on her to settle your hands, they moved from her ass to the back of her head, from her chest to her hips, from her hips to back around to her ass. you loved every part of her body and sometimes you wished you had extra arms and hands so you could touch every part of her.

“we can never take a normal shower.” emily breathed out as you tucked your head in the crook of her neck and started to litter kisses across the soft skin of her throat. you only hummed in response to her because to you normal had a vast definition; for some people showering without their partner was normal and for others showering with their partners but never touching each other was normal, but for you and emily, having sex every time you showered together was perfectly normal.

“i know but- fuck, em. i’ve been thinking about this all day.” you huffed out, pulling away from her to look her in her eyes. “you can’t tell me you haven’t been waiting for this very moment either.”

emily ran her fingers through your hair as she tugged you back into a kiss. she couldn’t deny that she had been thinking about doing this all day, honestly, she’d been thinking about it since the first night at the hotel but she had been too tired to do anything about it. finally, you used your knee to push her legs apart and reached down between her thighs. you swiped your fingertips through her soaked folds, groaning at how wet she was, all the way up to her swollen clit.

you pulled away from her and carefully lowered yourself onto your knees, you hooked your hand under her leg and pulled it over your shoulder. emily’s hand went into your hair to hold it back as you looked up at her for permission, to which she simply nodded her head.

she watched you intensely as you leaned forward and closed your mouth around her clit, your fingers gently prodding at her entrance. when you finally slipped a finger inside she let out a soft whimper and tighter her hold on your hair. your thrust were slow for now since you were only trying to get her ready for another finger and when you did add another one, her head tipped back against the shower wall and a drawn out moan slipped from her lips.

as you found yourself falling into a good rhythm, your fingers and tongue working together to push emily over the edge, her hips started to grind down into your. they bucked wildly against your face as you curled your fingers in her pussy and the sound of the water hitting the shower floor was slowly being drowned out by the sound of her moans.

the water from the shower had started to go cold and with it hitting your skin, it had you letting out a small moan. the noise was completely unintentional but the vibrations against emily’s clit was just what she needed, her fingers tightened in your hair as she tugged one last time and her back arching from the shower wall.

you helped her ride out her high before gently pulling your fingers out and standing up, you pushed her hair from her face and placed a quick kiss to her lips. you would’ve stayed in the shower longer just to kiss her but goosebumps were starting to form on your skin from the coolness of the water.

“come on, em, it’s freezing in here.”

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ ii ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ fallin’ for you ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in this part and kinda littered through the rest of the fic, too (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

CHAPTER WARNINGS: aftercare continued from the first part, san in the shower, he’s sexy but also soft, like sososo soft i fell in love while writing this, food/eating, this is mostly just fluffy but apparently i can’t write a single scene without any nervous/anxious or sexual tension

ii: soft & warm

They ended up ordering food in rather than looking around the kitchen or going out when she, face very red, admitted that she was too tired and a little too sore to want to go out to search for some. The two men were gracious, and admittedly a little smug, in their acceptance of her admission. Admitting themselves that they were too spent to try to find something to whip up for them all to eat and, laughing, also admitted that they didn’t have much food to choose from in the apartment in the first place.

Instead, they gave her a cool glass of water and when she finished the whole glass, ushered her into the bathroom for a shower.

Wooyoung was quick to drop a kiss to her head and leave to go order the food. San stayed in the bathroom with her. She didn’t ask him to, but she was glad that he did as she stood shivering, feet just that little bit too cold against the tile of the bathroom floor and goosebumps lining her skin. Warm hands lifted her up onto the counter, and she squeaked. The counter was cold against her naked bottom, but she found herself warming up at his casual display of strength. At the way his muscles shifted and flexed beneath his skin as he walked away and started the shower, as he walked back over and started to rifle through a drawer between her now-parted legs.

Rora’s breath caught and she forced her legs to be still, to not close around his waist or pull him closer than he already is. He looked so good standing there, his heat and the smell of his cologne washing over her.

She watched him in silence as he searched through another drawer, the tension releasing from her body when he released a sound of triumph, holding up a still-packaged toothbrush. She giggled, and he turned to her, eyes skimming over her face, dimples on display. His expression was soft, his head tilting as her face warmed under his gaze. He chuckled, placing the toothbrush down to help her slide off the counter.

“Come on,” he murmured, hands smoothing along her sides as he guided her inside the walk-in shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Simply nodding, she allowed him to navigate her body in front of his and under the water. A gasp slipped from her at the sudden temperature change, body tensing, and she couldn’t help the step away from the water she made. San chuckled when she ended up pressed right against his front, those hard muscles shifting under soft, wet skin. “Is the water okay? Too hot?” he asked, hands smoothing over her hair and down her back.

Her cheeks flushed, and she took a tentative step back to let the water wash over her once again. “It’s…it’s fine,” she mumbled. “I’m sensitive to temperatures sometimes. Just gotta get used to it.”

She glanced up at him through her lashes to see him nodding, a soft smile on his face. His fingers tipped her chin up. “Look at me, darling. Let me see those pretty eyes.” His voice was soft, only the slightest hint of grit underneath. Her heart fluttered as she did as he said, blinking up at him through her embarrassment and shyness. “There they are,” he mused quietly, thumb sliding down her jaw.

Her skin tingled at his words, and she felt herself relaxing under his gaze.

“There you go, darling, just relax for me.” His lips were pressed against her forehead before he was crowding closer to her. She shivered at his words, barely containing the gasp that bubbled in her chest, and looked back to see different products lined up on two different shelves. “Wanna smell like me or Youngie?”

She thought back to the way Wooyoung smelled when she was in his lap, face tucked into his neck post-orgasm, his smell washing over her senses. That intoxicating musk and comforting wood and sweet floral. Light yet undeniably strong. “Youngie,” she answered softly, with no hesitation. “Wanna smell like Youngie, please.” She didn’t care that she was practically bouncing as she said it, didn’t care that she was almost begging San, not when he was looking at her like she just might be the cutest thing he had ever seen.

San chuckled, reaching for a bottle on the left. “Alright,” he said. “Wet your hair, and I’ll wash it, okay?”

She was already doing as he suggested by the time it fully registered, and her eyes popped open under the streams of water to blink up at him. “You don’t have to do that for me, San,” she murmured, eyebrows furrowing.

San moved her away from the direct stream of water. “I want to, darling,” he murmured as he popped open the lid of the shampoo and squeezed some out into his palm. She blinked up at him, voice stuck in her throat at the new nickname. He grinned, and then his strong hands were working in her hair.

A soft groan fell from her lips, eyes closing in bliss as his fingers massaged through her hair, blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp. Shivers of delight worked down her spine, brain fogging up in the most wonderful way. A “good girl” was whispered in her ear as he rinsed the bubbles from her hair, a strong arm looping around her back to hold her up as she drifted, letting him just take care of her.

“Darling,” San said, tickling his fingers up the curve of her waist. “Darling, need you to come back for a minute.”

“Sorry, sorry. M’here,” she murmured, sighing. Her heavy eyes opened, lashes spiked from the water, the added weight threatening to force them closed again. Regardless of her sleepiness, she smiled up at him.

“Hi there, sleepy head.” He tickled her sides again, and she giggled softly, leaning into him and letting her eyes open. “Gonna wash you now. Is that okay? Can I touch you?”

She hummed. “Yes, Sannie,” she said, “As long as I can wash you too.”

His responding grin was blinding. “Of course you can, darling.” His strong hands lightly kneaded at her hips before he reached around her for Wooyoung’s body wash. Her nose lit up with the wood and musk that she imagined would soon be permanently embedded in her senses as San’s hands smoothed over her skin, soft though rough with callouses that she imagined he got from years of exercising. She couldn’t help the heat threatening to pool low in her belly or the soft moans that bubbled past her lips.

San groaned, pulling her closer to his body. But whatever he was going to say was stopped by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She startled, pushing further against San and peeking through the glass of the shower to see Wooyoung there. “Sorry,” he said as he walked in, closing the door with his foot. He had clothes in his arms, and he was no longer in his outfit from before. Dressed in a pair of shorts and a large black shirt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything. But the others came back earlier than I thought they would, and I thought I should warn you.”

His eyes swept over her, lingering where her breasts were smashed against San and the curve of her hips for a moment or two before finally coming to rest on her face. He sent her a soft smile, watching as her brows furrowed as what he said finally clicked.

“Others,” she murmured, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. The word came out thick, laced with quickly evaporating sleep, but even so, there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. She wanted to kick herself, letting herself and her courage from earlier in the night drift away without her even noticing. Or maybe that was all the alcohol. Of course they had roommates. The apartment was much too large for just the two of them, and if she had been more aware, she would have noticed it sooner. There were three other doors in the hallway, all of them closed, and they had gone past all of them.

San’s hand smoothed over her arm lightly. “Stay calm, darling,” he murmured in her ear, and she forced herself to take a breath. “Let’s get you dry and in some comfy clothes, hmm?”

“But…you?” Rora was pouting. She knew she was, but she didn’t even try to fix her expression. Not with that soft look on his face, and not when she was trying to distract herself from the sudden wave of nerves. His eyes spoke of something like adoration, soso soft, with the barest hint of a smile to accompany it. She preened under that look, letting herself bask in the warmth of it, like a cat that found a sunny spot on the floor.

“It’s okay.” San kissed her temple, gently maneuvering her from under the water. “I can finish washing up while Wooyoung helps you dry off, and you two can talk, okay?”

She watched with wide eyes as the water fell over him, too astounded by the sight of it to feel worried. His eyes were closed, head tipped back. He was smirking, like he could feel her gaze on him. His hands pushed his wet hair back, and her eyes fixated on the bulging and flexing of his biceps.

Wooyoung’s chuckle is what brought her back, and she blushed when the shower door opened, his amusement on full display to her. “I know Sannie’s attractive, but we gotta get you dried off, sweetheart,” he said.

Nodding, she stepped out. A towel was immediately wrapped around her, and she giggled as another towel was plopped right on her head. Wooyoung giggled right alongside her, and his grinning face came into her line of sight when the towel on her head was lifted.

His eyes were sparkling in the light of the bathroom, and she was struck by just how beautiful happiness looked on him. She stared at him as his face sombered the slightest bit, showing his focus as he moved the towels over her skin and hair. His touch was gentle, gentler even than she was with herself after a shower. The towel barely scraped her skin and the smile never fell from his face, not even when he moved to help her dress.

All she could do was watch him and hope her eyes didn’t look as soft as she felt at that moment.

Wooyoung dressed her in a large hoodie that smelled like fabric softener and warm leather and spiced chocolate - Sannie’s, he said - and fell over her thighs, a pair of boxers that clung to her in a funny, almost uncomfortable way, and a pair of socks that were way too big. But she didn’t complain, helping him lift her to sit on the counter. He settled himself on the other side of the sink, legs folded up, sock-covered feet in the sink so he could turn to look at her. “Sannie and I don’t live here alone,” he started. It was a blunt way to start the conversation, and although her heart gave a start at the suddenness of it, she appreciated that he jumped right into it. “We have two other roommates, and they came home while I was ordering the food. If you aren’t comfortable with more people being around, we can eat in my room or in Sannie’s. Or you can…you can go home and we can meet up to talk another time.”

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. She took a breath, reaching inside herself for the courage to give him the honesty that she had given him and San earlier in the night. She didn’t want to go back to her apartment and her lonely bed. “I don’t want to go home yet. I…want to stay,” she said softly, curling her legs up to wrap her arms around them. “If that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” he said, leaning forward over his knees. His eyes were wide and earnest, his smile soft. “We would love for you to stay. Do you want to eat in my room or out in the living room?”

The water cut off, and silence spread through the bathroom. Her gaze shifted from Wooyoung’s as San exited the shower, watching as he grabbed a towel that was hanging and began to dry himself off. She forced her eyes back to Wooyoung and gulped. “Are your roommates…Do they know I’m here?”

“Yes,” he said. “They knew that me and San went out together, and they noticed your heels and dress in the living room.”

“Does…this kind of thing happen often?”

“What? Me and San bringing someone home? That person staying the night? Or the roommates coming back early?” he asked, brows lifting playfully. He must have seen something in her face, because his face softened, turned thoughtful, and he leaned forward some more so that all she could do was look at him. “Us bringing someone home to share - it isn’t…uncommon, but it isn’t a regular occurance, either. It’s something we do when we have a little extra steam we need to blow off. Usually, when we decide we want to do something like this, the person we bring home doesn’t stay longer than the sex and we never see them again after.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She looked down at her feet, dangling over the edge of the counter. It didn’t quite feel like she was intruding, but even if Wooyoung and San had explicitly asked her to stay, she wasn’t sure if she should be there.

Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention, bringing her back out of her thoughts. San was at her side by then, bare chest brushing her covered shoulder, droplets of water darkening the fabric. “We want you here, darling,” he murmured.

“Our roommates are roommates, but they’re also some of our best friends. Their schedules are unpredictable sometimes, and they’ve come home to see some pretty…interesting stuff.” He paused when he noticed her gaze unfocusing, and he took in the changes of her expression as she imagined what kinds of things could have been happening between San, Wooyoung, and some nameless person. What all could happen with her.

A chuckle by her ear brought her back to the conversation. She pointedly ignored the heat in her face and between her legs, forcing herself back to the conversation. Hands settled on her shoulders, and her gaze shifted to see San now bending down to her eye level. “I don’t know what exactly you’re worried about, but they aren’t likely to ask any questions or tease you. Me and Wooyoung, maybe, but not you. They’ve always been respectful about it, and never bring it up in a negative way. Not to us and especially not to anyone else.”

Silence overtook the bathroom again as she thought, eyes trailing after San as he walked over to the door. He sent her a wink before slipping out into the hall, towel hanging on his hips. “Have they eaten yet?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, they both just got back from work. After closing, they usually just want to come home.”

Her lips pouted out at that. It was late, the sun having set long ago, and she knew that she would have been more than just a little grumpy if her friends were to pull her away from food and rest after an extra long shift at work. “Let’s…let’s all eat together,” she said finally.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

She nodded, hands twisting in the fabric of the hoodie. “It’s their home, too,” she said. “I’m just a guest here. They shouldn’t feel uncomfortable or forced to change their usual routines because I’m here. Will there be enough for us all?”

“We can always cook up something quick to have with it.” Woo grinned. “Trying to butter up our friends, sweetheart?”

She giggled, shaking her head. “Maybe,” she mumbled, her fingers coming up to press against her lips. The door opened again before she could say anything else, cooler air coming in as San’s broad figure filled the doorway. He was shirtless, a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips. Her lips parted, teeth finding the pads of her fingers as she forced her eyes back to his face.

A dark brow raised, lips quirked up at the corner. His eyes stayed on her for a moment, looking her up and down. She felt warm under his gaze, desirable and soft, and the feeling lingered even after it shifted over to Wooyoung, who was sliding off the countertop.

“Sannie, did you ask Yunho and Jongho if they’ve eaten yet?”

Something about the names niggled at the back of her brain as she moved to slide down from the counter. But any train of thought that could lead to uncovering that little warning bell was stopped by Wooyoung's hands on her hips.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, brown eyes wide as they looked at her. She could do nothing but agree, hands clutching his arms as he helped her down. A squeak came from her when he held her tight against him, one of her legs hiked up to his hip. He pressed her body back against the counter, the edge digging into her lower back, and she couldn't help but moan.

Then, he was stepping away from her, guiding her leg down with a playful smirk.

“No,” San said finally. Amusement tinged his words, and she refused to turn to look at him. Her eyes betrayed her, straying over to him to take in the way his eyes glinted in the bathroom lighting, wide shoulders shaking as they filled the now open doorway. Sounds filtered in and echoed around the space, and she could make out laughter and the sounds that could only come from an action scene in a movie. “I didn’t ask them, but I’m sure they haven’t. Why?”

“Rora wants to eat with them and make sure they’ve eaten something - such a little angel,” Wooyoung said, slinging an arm around her shoulders and guiding her past San’s body, out into the hallway. His nose nuzzled into her still-damp hair, his teasing chuckle echoing in her ear. She whined, hiding her face in his chest as they walked. He carded his fingers through her hair, combing through the tangles as he spoke to San again, “Do you think you could make something to eat with the takeout?”

“Ramyun?” San suggested. She let out a noise of excitement at that, causing the two men to chuckle. “Okay, ramyun it is. What did you order, anyway?”

“Fried chicken.”

Her stomach growled, despite the fact that she had already eaten dinner for the night. Granted, it had been hours. She ate just before the sun had started to set, and she had been pretty…active since then. And heck, if some fried chicken and ramyun didn’t sound magnificent at that moment.

“Hungry, sweetheart? Did you work up an appetite?” Wooyoung asked. His voice lowered, went breathy. Soso sexy.

She blushed, but couldn’t help the smile coming to her face. “Certainly,” she said. “Shall we do it again?” She risked a glance up at Wooyoung, her lips ghosting over his clothed chest. She wanted to nibble, bite down into the swell of muscle that could be felt beneath her cheek, but she shied away from doing it. Instead, she rubbed her face against the softness of his shirt, in an admittedly very cat-like move. One that reminded her so much of the same way her cat would when he wanted a treat or headpats.

He stopped walking at the end of the hallway to look down at her, brows raised. “Certainly,” he rumbled, hand tugging lightly on her hair. Her breath caught in her throat, and he grinned. “Come on, sweetheart. Gotta eat.” As they finally stepped into the light of the living room, the sounds of chatter and a random movie were immediately dimmed by Wooyoung’s whisper, “Maybe later you can be my dessert, hmm?”

She didn’t have the time to react to his words as her eyes swept the living room. Her heels were placed nicely by the door, and her dress, it seemed, had been folded up and settled neatly on the corner of the coffee table, far away from a sweating can of beer beside an empty coaster.

Movement caught her attention, and she looked through into the kitchen, where San was already starting on the ramyun, the salty, spicy smell already filling the apartment - though, that might have been her stomach influencing her brain. He had on a pink apron, and though it should have looked silly, he still looked amazing. Strong arms and toned back visible in the dim yellow lighting of the apartment. Her mouth was watering, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the view or the smell.

“Rora?”

She jumped, shoulder tensing, lifting almost to her ears, and she turned her head to spy two men sitting together on the sofa. One was tall, really tall, even while sitting. Slightly overgrown brown hair looking like it’s been pushed back a few too many times, big eyes peering at her curiously. Even in sweats and an oversized shirt, a beer halfway to his mouth, he looked familiar.

The other man looked even more so.

She stood there, mortified, as it sunk in, as she took in the sight of her coworker and the friend she had joined him in eating lunch with earlier that afternoon, sitting on a sofa in casual clothes. His usually neat hair was no longer styled and just the slightest bit mussed, and he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of loose shorts that did little to cover his usually hidden skin. She tried her best not to stare, instead looking back into all-too-familiar eyes. “Jongho?” She took a step back, bumping into Wooyoung.

“You know each other?” he asked, rubbing a soothing caress down her arm, and her hand twitched at the feeling.

She nodded, releasing a deep breath just as Jongho said, “We work together.”

Wooyoung cursed from behind her, hand coming to her shoulder. “Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?” He turned her around to face him, brows furrowed as he looked at her. She tilted her head, watching as his eyes roamed her face then flicked over her shoulder to Jongho.

“It’s fine,” Jongho reassured. She imagined his eyes widening, brows lifting to show his sincerity, the way they did when she would tell a stupid joke during their occasional shared lunch and he would try to tell her that it was, in fact, funny, even if he wasn’t laughing. “Unexpected, but fine.”

At Jongho’s words, Wooyoung's gaze was back on her, his pretty eyes searching her face again. She nodded, smiling up at him and reaching to squeeze his arm. “It’s unexpected and a little awkward, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

“It won’t cause any issues at work?”

She risked a glance over at Jongho, who had pulled a blanket over his lap and pulled his legs up onto the sofa. Her stomach twisted at the idea that she was making him uncomfortable, knowing that he preferred to be covered up, rarely even wearing shorter sleeves for casual days at work. And here she was, in his home, where he’s meant to be able to be himself, be comfortable. Afraid that he just wasn’t saying anything about it, even though every interaction she’s ever had with him proved him to be a man who would state his objections to situations.

He smiled at her, his eyes soft but wide. Reassuring. Sincere. Familiar.

Rora let herself relax.

Her eyes returned to Wooyoung, lingering momentarily on his pouty lower lip before locking with his. “We’re usually too busy to talk much at work, and when we do, it’s rarely ever about our lives outside of work. I won’t bring it up, and I trust Jongho not to say anything that will cause any issues or make me uncomfortable.”

Harsh buzzing filled the room, and she giggled when Wooyoung jumped at the sudden noise. “That should be the food,” he mumbled. “Sit down, sweetheart. I gotta go downstairs to get it, but I’ll be right back.”

He guided her to sit between the two men on the sofa. She sat there stiffly, feeling exposed now that neither Wooyoung nor San was with her. Her fists were balled on her thighs and back straight, as she watched Woo walk through the door.

A little snicker got her attention, and she turned to see amusement written all over the tall man’s face. Yunho. He looked just as handsome as he did earlier that day, even in his comfy clothes and even after a long day. His eyes were big, lips spreading into a smile that showed all of his teeth. “Nice to see you again,” he chimed. “It’s a little sooner than anticipated, but I can’t say I’m upset about it.”

“You know her, too?”

She turned to see San, pink apron and all, holding a steaming pot with two small pot holders. He set the pot down on the coffee table before going back to the kitchen, only to return seconds later with bowls and utensils.

“Not really,” Yunho explained, taking the bowl and chopsticks offered to him. “We met when I went to have lunch with Jongho earlier today.” He pushed himself from the sofa to settle on the floor, long legs folding in front of him. She watched as he immediately went for some noodles. A bowl and chopsticks were offered to her, and she took them from San’s grasp.

Her brows furrowed as she sat beside the tall man, her knee brushing against his. The point of contact was warm and made her skin tingle. She ignored it and turned to face Jongho, brows furrowing further still. “Didn’t we leave work at the same time today? Why are you just now getting home?” Shock covered his face at her questions, and her eyes widened. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That’s a personal question. You don’t have to answer that.”

The shock left Jongho’s face and his eyes crinkled, a gummy smile lighting up his features. She stared at him in awe, taking in the rare glimpse of innocence on her usually mature looking coworker, the sound of his giggles washing over her. Happiness was gorgeous on him. She was staring, entranced. Unable to look away, though she didn’t think she wanted to look away.

Someone nudged her arm, snapping her from her stupor. She turned to see Yunho offering her the bowl in his hands. She stuttered out a confused “thank you”, letting him take the other bowl from her grasp. He sent her a wink before turning back to fishing out more noodles.

Blinking herself from her stupor, she looked back to Jongho to see him settling down beside her. He cleared his throat and reached past her for some noodles of his own. His warmth engulfed her, her heart fluttering as the smell of his cologne momentarily cut through the smells of the food. “It’s fine, by the way. I don’t mind you asking,” he finally said as he rested back against the sofa. He glanced at her briefly before looking at the pot on the table. “I help out at Yunho’s cafe sometimes when he’s especially short staffed. All of us do. Everyone was busy and he had no one else he could call to help close tonight. So, I offered my help.” He said it nonchalantly, like it was the simplest, most ordinary thing in the world. Like it didn’t have her heart softening as she watched him scoop up and then blow on his first bite of ramyun.

She didn’t know anything about these men, but she could easily see how much they cared for each other.

“Ah,” she murmured. It was all she could think to say with her brain melting at the obvious affection in his voice. Her eyes shifted away from Jongho, distracted as San came back. He sat on the other side of the coffee table, right in front of her. His eyes locked with hers, those gorgeous dimples on show as he slid a glass of water over to her. One of his feet slid under the table, nudging at her leg, and he sent her a playful wink. She bit her cheek to stop from giggling.

He was reaching forward, chopsticks already lifting a hefty amount of noodles just as Wooyoung came back with a plastic bag. Her giggle slipped free when Wooyoung absentmindedly patted San’s hair, and San simply blinked up at him. Wooyoung plopped down, shoulder brushing against San’s, and settling the rustling plastic on the table. He sent her a grin at her laughter and reached to open up the box containing the chicken.

The smell filled the living room. Her stomach sounded, and with the chuckles of the four men surrounding her, she started eating.

They all ate in silence, the only sounds being that of eating and the movie - one featuring a superhero - still playing. The ramyun was warm and spicy. Almost too spicy for her to handle, but soso good that she couldn’t stop going in for little sips of the soup between noodle refills. She made a mental note to ask San how he prepared it so she could recreate it for herself in the future. The chicken, too, was delicious, the greasiness and crunch satisfying in a way she had never imagined fried chicken ever being outside of that moment.

By the time the food was finished, she was relaxed. Sated. Teetering on the edge of being sleepy again. She leaned back into the couch with a sigh, her shoulders brushing against both Yunho’s and Jongho’s arms as she did so. She melted at the warmth coming from them, enjoying sitting between them, fighting the urge to lean to either side to soak up even more warmth. Her head fell back into the cushions of the sofa, hands smoothing over the blanket that had somehow ended up over her exposed legs and heavy eyes fixed on the ceiling, watching the play of lights and shadows caused by the television.

She turned her head, Yunho’s side profile filling her vision. His cheeks were full with his last bite of noodles, nose and ears tipped with red, likely from the heat and spice of the ramyun. But he still looked handsome. Like a prince who stepped right out of the pages of a storybook, the kind of man that would sometimes feature in her dreams when she was younger.

As if he felt her gaze on him, he turned to look at her, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, taking in the length of his fingers, the width of his palm, the elegance of the simple move. Her gaze shifted up to see his big eyes blinking at her. Her teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, and she held back a smile when his eyes flickered down at the movement, his ears going red when his gaze came back up to lock with hers again.

She marveled at how kind his eyes looked. Marveled at how this group of friends had so many people with such pretty eyes, how they all had such lovely, easy-to-get-lost-in eyes. She wanted to get lost in the galaxies she found in them, no matter whose. She imagined how easy it would be, exploring the deep, dark depths, discovering different shades of gold, amber, chocolate, coffee - every facet and shift in the brown.

Her heavy eyelids drooped down before she could stop them. When they blinked back open, Yunho’s eyes were crinkled at the edges, his lips spread out into a soft smile, his own head tipped back beside hers. She lingered on his smile, his lips, lovely and almost heart-shaped and suddenly she wondered what they would feel like against her own.

She took in a sharp inhale, hoping some deep breaths would help her stay awake and change her drifting thoughts. Her eyes blinked, rolled behind her closed eyelids, and when they fluttered open again, she asked the question still lingering on the tip of her tongue. “You own a cafe?”

Yunho’s smile grew, eyes crinkling nearly into crescents. “I do,” he said. “My friend Mingi and I co-own a comic book cafe. We’re still relatively new, so we don’t get the most business. But the food is good and the coffee is even better!”

Wooyoung snorted. “Don’t let Mingi hear you call him just ‘your friend’,” he said. “He’ll go on about moral loyalty again.”

Yunho ignored his statement, much to Wooyoung’s chagrin. So, Rora did too, fighting back a grin as Wooyoung uttered a pouty noise. “Oh!” she said, legs curling up under the blanket. “That sounds fun. I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a cafe like that. I’ll have to stop by sometime.”

“It’s not far from where you and Jongho work,” he said, shifting so that he was facing her, his body scrunched up and an arm under his head on the cushion. It couldn’t have been comfortable, especially not for someone of such height. But with his cheek squished against his arm, pouting his lips out the slightest bit, he still looked equal parts gorgeous and adorable, looking at her like that. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing you over lunch sometime.”

The air shifted on her other side, and she turned her head to see Jongho looking between them. His eyes were wide and clear, star-filled, even as his face was mostly blank. Her brows lifted at him, and his face softened into a smile. “Sure, we can go on Monday, if you want,” he said. “And you can meet some more of our friends. Mingi will be there, and maybe one of the others. Those two never really can keep any employees for long.”

She sat up in her excitement, practically vibrating in her spot. “Yes, please,” she said, grin on full display to all the men in the room. Yunho and Jongho chuckled from either side of her, and she found herself giggling along even as her gaze strayed to the two men in front of her.

Wooyoung and San were watching her, seemingly sharing in her excitement. She couldn’t quite read their expressions, but their faces were soft, eyes warm, lips tipped up at the corners. She basked in their stares, welcomed it, feeling warm under their gazes.

She literally just met these men, but Rora never wanted them to stop looking at her. Never wanted to stop looking at them. And there were more of them? Her heart kicked up in her chest at the idea of meeting more men like these four, of discovering more about them, of them wanting her to meet them.

Leaning forward, she propped her elbows on the table, chin in her sweater-covered hands so she could stare right back at them. Their shoulders were brushing, looking so calm and comfortable next to each other that she almost wished she was sitting between them, sharing their warmth and comfort, even if she was still technically a stranger to them. Her bottom lip poked out, her heavy lashes swooping down, fluttering. It had to be the sleepiness making her delusional. Or it was just the way these men made her feel so accepted and content in herself and with the situation - whatever it really was - in such little time.

There was no judgment to be felt in the room, and she couldn’t remember a time where she had been so at ease in any group setting so quickly.

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked. His voice cut through the sleepy haze of her mind, and her eyes blinked open to see him copying her pose, his chin settling in the palm of his hand. The move lengthened his throat and brought her attention to the sharpness of his features, the light doing wonders for his cheekbones and the line of his jaw. She wanted to leave kisses there. To nibble, bite, leave marks. Rora’s mouth went dry, and she gulped when his lips tipped up playfully to let her know that she was caught in her admiration, his teeth sinking into his full lower lip. “Ready for bed?”

She was nodding before she could even think about it. She was no longer tired, feeling more than energized, as his eyes moved over her face. But she wouldn’t mind being in bed, especially with this man. Low laughter came from behind her. Her cheeks warmed as she ignored the two men flanking her, and her eyes shifted over to San. His eyes were narrowed, head tilted, and she was sure that he was able to read every expression that crossed her face.

Rora scrambled to stand as San and Wooyoung did, heart spiking up into her throat as she stumbled. Large hands caught her before she could fall back against the sofa, one on her hip and the other on her lower back. Looking down, she followed the long arm to see Yunho now sitting up, looking up at her with equal parts concern and amusement. “Be careful there, honey,” he said, chuckling lightly.

Someone grabbed her hand. She blinked, looking away from Yunho to spy Jongho. He looked surprised, like he hadn’t meant to do it. But he didn’t let go, even as his cheeks colored with pink, simply helping her around the table and murmuring out his own “be careful” as he handed her off to a very amused San.

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cakerybakery · 2 months ago

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Family Day. From the Strawberry Milkshake Adam story, incorporating a bunch of ideas from @sir-tater-of-the-tot and myself that I didn’t get to add in the first one.

The twins hung onto Adam’s legs, giggling as he shuffled the girls forward to not step on them with his hooves.

As cute as Iris and Ivy were, with their big eyes and pigtails with little bows, Adam desperately wished Lucifer would hurry home to their suite in hotel.

The girls had been playing hard all morning and Adam needed a break, and to vacuum. The girl’s toys littered the living room, and their morning craft project was spilled out from the coffee table to floor. The remnants of breakfast sat, soggy, on the dining table still as Adam hadn’t had a moment to himself to do anything since the girls woke up.

It was too hot out to play on the balcony, and even with the air conditioner going, Adam had to close up the blinds to keep the heat out. It made the normally bright and airy space a little too enclosed.

As the front door clicked open, the twin terrors took notice and, still clinging to Adam’s legs, peeked at who was coming into the suite. Seeing Lucifer, the girls shrieked, “Daddy!”

They let go of Adam and raced into Lucifer’s open arms for hugs and kisses from their father.

“Oh thank fudge, you’re back.” Adam groaned.

Lucifer looked around the disaster area that made up their suite. “Busy morning?”

Adam’s shoulders slumped. “Very.” He loved the girls, but he’d been so tired lately. Some days they had their father’s high energy and Adam couldn’t keep up. He was grateful they would be starting kindergarten in the fall.

“How about we go out?” Lucifer suggested. “It’s nearly lunch.”

Closing the door with his boot and carrying the girls, Lucifer went over to Adam and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Ivy reached for Adam, “Mommy!”

It had been a bit of a joke between him and Lucifer that he was their mom, unfortunately they kept it up too long and the girls called him mama and then mommy instead of papa or it’s various forms like his other children.

He took the girl and she gave a wet and sticky pre-schooler kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, baby.” Adam chuckled. “It would give me time to clean up if you took the girls out.”

Lucifer took Adam’s free hand in his, bringing the fingers to his lips, and kissed them. “Adam, darling, I meant all of us. I wanted to spend the day with you three and was going to surprise you. It’s unfortunate that I had to leave for an emergency meeting first thing this morning.”

Adam flushed. All these years and he was still a little embarrassed by how much he loved being doted on by Lucifer.

“The house is a mess though.”

“Adam, Niffty is the hotel’s maid. She’s supposed to be cleaning the suite. I pay her. You don’t have to clean at all.” Lucifer sighed.

They often had this conversation. Especially since Adam’s energy levels had started to dip lately and he struggled to keep up.

Looking at the mess and feeling the tiredness from his hooves to his horns, Adam groaned just thinking about all the work that needed doing. “Okay.” Adam agreed. “Let Niffty come. I’m not up for it today.”

Lucifer frowned at Adam’s resignated response. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just tired.” And nauseous, and his tits hurt, and he’d missed his last menstrual cycle that had started after the twins were weaned.

Adam was sure he was pregnant again. There was a test in the bathroom, waiting for him to have five free minutes to piss on it. “I’ll go take a shower and we can go after, okay?” He didn’t want to get Lucifer’s hopes up. Not after trying these last year and it not taking.

It didn’t seem fair that he got knocked up their first time fucking, but now that they were trying to have a baby that it was taking so long. At least he was certain this month.

For every heat he’d had this last year the two of them got a sitter and fucked until Adam couldn’t walk, then fucked some more to be sure, and nothing. But during the last heat he’d had, there was an emergency interrupting them. Lucifer finished himself off quickly inside of Adam in order to answer the phone, and had to rush out to meet with Sera about an attack on the embassy.

By the time Lucifer was able to return, Adam’s heat had passed.

Lucifer hadn’t notice yet that Adam had neither bled nor gone into heat in the last month.

Adam set the used test on the back of the toilet and turned on the shower before getting undressed fully.

He’d gotten more than used to how his body looked since arriving in hell. Adam enjoyed it. He was hot and getting to cum over and over without a break, was a dream come true.

With a couple minutes to wait still, Adam got in the shower to try and pass the time.

As he rinsed the soap from his body, Adam phone chimed and he stuck his head out of the shower. Biting his lip to calm himself he looked at the double lines and sank to the bottom of the tub. Rubbing his hand over his lower abdomen it was hard not to cheer.

He was pregnant!

Hiding the rest at the bottom of the garbage beside the tub, Adam rushed through the rest of his shower.

Wrapping the towel around his body, Adam hurried to their room. It would be hard to keep it from Lucifer but Adam wanted to surprise him.

Last time, Adam had been in shock. Things ended well, but the reveal hadn’t been that fun. Adam wanted it to be fun and do cute, dumb family and couple stuff he’d never gotten to do with Eve or the kids. They didn’t exist yet.

Seeing as was a hot day, Adam pulled out something he saved for when it was too gross out for pants.

The white sundress with the strawberry embellishments was girly, but fuck if he didn’t look hotter than hell in the number.

“Lucifer!” He called out. “Let’s go to the P.A.R.K after lunch. I’ll pack the suits!”

“Okay.” Lucifer yelled back from the living room. “It’s pretty hot out. Should I change the girls out of their overalls?”

Adam grinned. “Yes! Get their little strawberry dresses!”

He searched the dresser drawer and pulled out his red bikini with green ruffles and white spots. Overtop Adam threw on his own dress.

When he went into the girl’s room to find their bathing suits for the splash park, Lucifer gave a whistle. “Must be getting even hotter out today if you broke that out.” Lucifer held onto Iris upside down as she kicked and shrieked.

“No. No. No.”

“Supposed to get pretty hot this afternoon. What’s with her?” Adam asked as he dug their matching strawberry swimsuits out of the dresser.

He might have gone a little mad earlier that summer when the summer fruit trend ended up being strawberries. Everything was just so cute and the girls begged for him to get outfits that matched with them. They looked oh so darling he just couldn’t tell them no, even if Angel snickered and teased him under his breath.

“She doesn’t want me to take her pigtails out.”

Adam narrowed his eyes in a glare. “And why would you? I spend an hour doing their hair this morning.”

“I’m not!” Lucifer protested. “I don’t know why she thinks I’m taking them out!”

Snorting, Adam grabbed the suits and went to finish packing.

As he was gathering hats for everyone, Ivy ran past, giggling her head off, Lucifer hot on her heels. “Come back here! You have to try and go potty before we leave!”

It only took them just over an hour to get everyone dressed, packed, and set on the toilet. But the girls looked adorable in their white dresses with a strawberry pattern, straw hats, and sandalled hooves. Even Lucifer had decided to dad it up in shorts and a t-shirt. Adam wasn’t sure where Lu got the baseball cap, but he was cute in it.

They hit the restaurant first. An upscale place that even Lucifer had made reservations for. Only the finest dining for the girl’s chicken nuggets and fries.

Adam indulged in his craving for sweet and salty by dipping his own fries into his chocolate milkshake. He groaned in satisfaction and Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Lucifer opened his mouth like he was going to ask a question but the girls started fighting over whose dip was whose and Lucifer had to break it up, forgetting about Adam’s lapse in secrecy. He was able to eat his salad in peace.

By the end of the meal and hitting the splash park, Lucifer seemed none the wiser. Adam’s secret was safe.

Lucifer took Ivy and Adam grabbed Iris to change in the family changing room. It was just easier to all change together. Once the girls were done, Lucifer help Adam take off his dress and pack their clothing in the bag.

“What are the odds that you packed my swim trucks?” Lucifer asked sheepishly, realizing he hadn’t actually considered what to do if he got his clothing wet.

Adam pulled the green trunks out of the bag and tossed them at Lucifer. “Pretty good, Lu.”

While Lucifer turned his back to change, Adam started rubbing sunscreen on the girl’s exposed bits of skin to avoid them burning.

“Mommy?” Iris asked.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why does daddy look different than us?” She pointed between Lucifer’s legs and he and Adam froze for a moment.

Adam hadn’t been expecting this so soon. He couldn’t remember how old his kids with Eve were when they started asking that sort of question.

Quickly, Lucifer yanked up the swimming trunks and muttered that the girls might be too old for him to be changing in front of them anymore.

“Why does daddy look different than us, mommy?” Ivy tugged on Adam’s bikini bottom and he started to stutter for an excuse.

Seemingly annoyed by their mommy’s lack of an answer, the girls turned to Lucifer and Iris asked, “Daddy? Why don’t you have a tail?”

Adam blinked slowly and responded first. “What?”

“Daddy,” Ivy pointed to Lucifer backside. “Doesn’t have a tail like us.”

“Uhhh…” Adam wasn’t sure what to say about this change of direction. It was true that unless Lucifer wanted to, he didn’t have a tail, but Adam and the girls all had little cow tails.

Ivy swished her little brown tuff and Iris played with her blonde one while they waited for an answer.

Lucifer gave a relieved laugh and bent down to be eye level with the girls. “Well, cause dad can change his appearance. I can have a tail if I want. Or horns too.”

“How about boobies?” Iris asked seriously. “Mommy had big boobies. Can you have boobies?”

Lucifer uhhed for a moment and Adam jumped in. “Maybe. But daddy is a boy, not a girl, well, I guess I’m kinda, …” okay, he wasn’t sure how to explain that he used to not have tits and had a dick but didn’t now, but still wasn’t a chick despite giving birth and wearing dresses sometimes. “Daddy doesn’t want them.”

The girls nodded.

“Like how I don’t like broccoli!” Ivy agreed with Adam.

Well, he was probably screwed next time he told her to try broccoli, but he was averting a crisis here. “Sure, baby. Now, who wants ice cream?”

The girls cheered and chanted for ice cream as they packed up and left the changing room. The distraction worked and the girls seemed to forget their questions.

Lucifer got the girls some ice cream from the stand and Adam secured them a spot close enough to watch the kids but not enough to get wet if they didn’t want to be.

While the girls played Adam cuddled up to Lucifer. “You know. I wouldn’t mind a little shapeshifting if you wanted to.”

“Oh? What were you thinking?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow, leaned in close, and whispered. “Do you need a big strong bull, my little cow?”

That set a shiver down Adam’s spine straight to his cunt and he was getting wetter than the splash pad thinking about Lucifer with horns, maybe a nose ring, a tail, a big thick—

“Mommy!” Ivy yelled. “Come get me!” She waved Adam to the splash pad.

Adam gave Lucifer a quick kiss, and as he pulled away he whispered. “We’ll talk more after the kids go to bed.”

They spent the afternoon playing in the water and beating the hot summer heat with the other citizens of hell. By the time the girls were shivered and done with water, it was time to head home for dinner anyway.

Taking the car back to the hotel the girls napped in their car seats and Adam held Lucifer’s hand the whole drive home.

The normal energetic girls were still pretty tired throughout dinner. Adam wasn’t sure where grateful for it. Helping them gave Adam an excuse to pick at his food. The smell of meat was triggering his morning sickness, but if he kept his distance from his plate he was able to keep himself together.

When they couldn’t get another bite into the girls, Lucifer picked them up, kissed Adam on the head and told him to finish eating. “I’ll get the girls ready for bed.”

Adam moved closer to Angel. He pushed his meat closer to Angel and subtly cleaned his fork on a cloth napkin that he laid next to his plate.

Catching Angel’s eye, they chatted. When the others weren’t looking, Angel scrapped the meat onto the napkin as he’d been doing for the last couple of weeks.

Fat Nuggets loved the treats.

“So how was your day?” Angel asked.

“Positive.” Adam smiled.

Angel grinned, catching Adam’s meaning easily. He’d gotten the pregnancy test for Adam after all. It’s not like Adam could skip off to the story whenever he wanted. Not without dragging the girls, and four year olds, even almost five year olds, didn’t come with a filter.

Without the meat, Adam was able to finish his meal and went upstairs.

He got there in time to kiss the girls goodnight before the last page of their bedtime story and happily followed Lucifer back to their room.

Lucifer pulled Adam close and kissed him. Holding onto Adam and making him moan.

Adam pulled away a bit. “Wait. I have something to tell you.” He moved them to the bed and sat Lucifer down.

If he was honest, Adam had thought of a million ways to say this.

Putting a bun in the oven. Buying a baby onesie and having Lucifer open it. Just handing him the pregnancy test like Angel had done the day years ago. But Adam just wanted to tell him.

Lucifer gave him a curious look, “More about the shapeshifting, or something else?”

“Something else.” Adam chewed on his lip a little. He’d gotten the put a hand over his belly and opened his mouth, but before he could Lucifer surged up to his feet, picking Adam up and spinning him around.

“You’re pregnant!” Lucifer shouted excitedly.

Adam laughed. “Yes. Did the test this morning.”

He was set down on his hooves and Lucifer kissed him.

“I was wondering! It seemed like it had been awhile since your last heat, and you don’t usually like dipping your fries in your milkshake, and you haven’t been eating meat! You stopped last time too!” Lucifer proudly exclaimed.

“Clever.” Adam teased.

Lucifer kissed him again. “You think it’ll be twins again?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “What are the odds?” He paused, what were the odds? Their whole family was a medical marvel. What is a genetic predisposition for fraternal twins in the face of being able to have kids at all? “We should probably schedule an appointment with a doctor to be sure.”

And if it was, well, they’d done it once before. So long as they had each other, Adam wasn’t worried about their family.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #guitarduck #Strawberry Milkshake AU #cow sinner Adam #mpreg

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kimoralov3 · 1 year ago

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Back Home to You

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

description: peter made a mistake letting you go. it takes traveling to another universe for him to do something about it

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, swearing, angst, fluff

word count: 2171

a/n: i wrote this all in one sitting after rewatching nwh so don't come at me for the quality. also tagging @arkofblake because i told her about this last night and she freaked

read it on ao3

“Peter? Where are you?” You asked as you walked into your shared apartment, putting away your coat and your purse. By the time you had gotten your shoes off, there was still no response. “Peter?”

“In the bathroom.” You heard his voice softly call. It sounded as if he was in pain, so you rushed to see what was happening.

Peter’s suit was halfway off, a large gash on his right side and smaller cuts and bruises littered around the rest of his body. He was currently attempting to stop the bleeding without much luck.

“Oh my god, Peter.” You mumbled as you walked over to him, grabbing the towel from him. You pressed it into the wound, causing him to wince in pain. “Sorry, sorry, this is the only way to stop the bleeding. What happened?”

“I was trying to stop Vulture and he got the better of me. It’s really not a big deal, I’ve had worse.” Peter says through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes at that, quickly peeking to see if the bleeding had stopped yet. It hadn’t. “What?”

“Nothing, Peter. I just— I’m tired of seeing you like this.” You say as you grab his hand and place it over the towel, making sure that Peter kept the right amount of pressure on it as you got the first aid supplies out.

“What do you mean? Seeing me like what?” He asks as he turns to face you. You ignore him, getting out the needle and thread, as well as the disinfectant. “Y/N, what do you mean by ‘seeing you like this’?”

“Peter, you have a fucking gash the size of Texas on your side. Don’t act dumb.” You snap as you remove the towel from his side, wiping the excess blood away. Peter groaned in pain again, flinching away.

“Y/N, I knew what I was getting into when I became Spider-Man. A couple rough days are nothing to me. I’ll be fine.” Peter says as he gently places a hand on your shoulder. You mumble something under your breath as you thread the needle, although Peter couldn’t understand what you said. “What?”

“Peter now is not the best time to have this conversation. Let’s just drop it.” You say dismissively as you get ready to stitch up Peter’s wound.

He rolls his eyes, deciding to let it go for now. Once you had gotten him stitched up and left, Peter was left to his thoughts as he showered off. What could you possibly be talking about? Yes, being Spider-Man was dangerous, but he knew that. You knew that, and you accepted it. At least, that’s what he had previously thought.

He got out of the shower a few minutes later, getting dressed, and heading into the living room to see you pacing back and forth. “Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Peter.” You whisper as you continue pacing. Peter gives you a confused look, stepping closer and placing his hands on your arms to stop you.

“Do what? What can’t you do anymore?” He whispers softly as he looks into your eyes, hands moving up to cup your cheeks.

“Us. I don’t think I can do this relationship anymore.” You say. In that moment Peter’s whole world crumbles. What had he done wrong? How had he made you unhappy?

You placed your hands over Peter’s, moving them off of you. “It’s not something you’ve done necessarily, it’s just… I’m not cut out for this anymore. I can’t stand to watch you come home like this every day. You’re not taking care of yourself properly, and I’m scared that—” You’re cut off by a burning feeling in your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You take a step back, wiping them away.

“Scared that what, Y/N?” Peter asked, tears forming in his eyes now.

“I’m scared that you won’t come back, Peter. I’m scared that one day, I’m gonna come home and instead of you there’ll be police at my door, telling me that my boyfriend died fighting some giant fucking lizard, or a guy who has some high-tech suit that costs more than our whole apartment building! I want more for myself, but most importantly I want more for you. And I wish that I was the type of person to be selfish, and ask you to give up doing what you love. But I’m not. So I’m leaving. It’s better for the both of us.”

There’s a moment of silence. Neither of you know what to say. Peter wants you to stay. He wants to tell you that he’ll do better, that he’ll be better for you. But he can’t. Because he knows what that means, and as much as he would like to think so, he’s not ready to stop putting his all into being Spider-Man. Even if it means losing you.

The silence is enough for you. You take a deep breath, moving past Peter to your bedroom to pack some clothes. You come back a few minutes later with a duffel bag and your purse. “If you change your mind, I’ll be staying with my sister.”

Those are the final words Peter hears from you before you leave the apartment. Before you leave him.

—

Peter never considered himself to be jealous— especially of other people’s relationships. But seeing how much Peter 1 and MJ cared for and trusted each other— it made him sick. Not because they didn’t fit together— it was almost as if they were made for each other. It was because it reminded him of you. Of what the two of you had before he went and fucked it all up.

The first few weeks after you left were hard for Peter. He’s ashamed to admit that he stopped being as kind as he was before. Quite a few of the villains he ran into left their encounters beaten within an inch of their lives. He stopped visiting May as much as he used to— which he really regretted because she had done nothing wrong and was honestly the only person he could’ve gone to about his troubles.

But he isolated himself because he thought that that was what was best. It wasn’t, he knew that now. After he finally realized that he was just proving your point, he started to better himself. He stopped being reckless, started thinking about why he was actually doing what he was doing.

By now he knew he was a much better man than he had ever been when he was with you. But it wasn’t enough, at least not in his mind. He’d almost texted and called you multiple times, even showed up on your doorstep a few times. But he could never bring himself to say or do what he needed.

For now, he was content with just checking in on you every once in a while. You had found an apartment about 15 minutes away from where the two of you used to live. You had decorated it nicely. That was always something you were good at, figuring out what looked good together.

“What are you thinking about?” Peter 2 asked, grabbing Peter’s attention.

“Nothing.” He said quickly, prompting Peter 2 to give him a knowing look. “It’s just…seeing them together reminds me of someone.” He says with a little smile.

“Oh? Is this someone someone special?” Peter 2 asks as he takes off his saftey goggles.

“She was—is. She is special to me.” Peter mumbles as he finishes writing the equation for the formula.

“Was? What happened?”

The question causes Peter to sigh. “I fucked up, really bad. She cared so deeply for me, and I took that for granted.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean. I think that’s one of the downsides of doing what we do, especially if you don’t have everything together. It’s usually the ones we love the most that end up getting hurt by our foolishness.”

Peter takes a moment to think on what was said. “Wow, that was really deep.” He pauses for a moment before continuing. “So, how did you get the courage to try and win her back?”

“Honestly? I didn’t. I ran into her one day and everything just…came pouring out of me. If we hadn’t of run into each other, I honestly don’t think I’d ever have gotten the courage to talk to her again.” Peter 2 explained as he worked. Peter nodded, understanding what he meant.

He had a lot to think about when he got back home.

—

When he had finally gotten back to his home—his universe— Peter had immediately collapsed on his bed. He had every intention of going to you that night, but it was extremely late, he was tired, and he had just fought off 5 different villains. The man needed his rest.

That rest turned into 2 days, then 4, then a whole week, and he still hadn’t gone to speak with you. Again, he had fully intended to, but something was stopping him. He kept telling himself that he was going to do it the next day, but he knew deep down that that was a lie.

It was late at night when he got the urge to see you again. This had become a normal occurrence over the past few years. On nights when it was pretty tame, he would sit on the fire escape of your apartment and make sure you were alright. Sure, it was a little strange but he didn’t particularly care.

Only this time, when he came to perch on your fire escape, you were sitting on your windowsill, a mug in your hands. “Hello, Peter.” You say with a soft smile as he lands.

He gives you an awkward smile, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He wasn’t used to this feeling, especially when it came to you. “Hey.”

“You know, for a superhero, you’re not the most stealthy person in the world.” You say as you hand him the mug. “It’s tea, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you.” He says. He takes a sip, humming at the taste. He looks up at you behind the mug. “So, are you uh, are you upset that I’ve been spying on you?”

“No. I expected it.” You whisper with a giggle, leaning your head against the windowsill. Peter nods, not sure of what to say. He sets the mug down, running his hands over his face. He couldn’t believe that he was doing this.

“Look, Y/N, I am so sorry for how things ended 3 years ago. I hate that I hurt you, that I made you worry about me when I wasn’t even worried about myself. I took your words to heart and I got better. I stopped being impulsive and started being more calculated. And I so badly wanted to come to you, but I just… I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk hurting you again.” He finishes, slightly out of breath. There was a moment where nothing but looks were exchanged. Finally, you got up and walked over to him. “What are you doing?” Peter asked softly as he looked down at you.

You don’t say anything, just smile and pull his face down so that your lips touch gently. He practically melts into the kiss, his arms finding their spot around your waist once again. He’s missed this. You’ve missed this.

When you pull away from each other, it’s all smiles. Peter is grinning like a child on Christmas and you love it, reaching your hand up slightly to move his hair out of his face.

“Does this mean that you forgive me?” He whispers. You chuckle at that, playfully rolling your eyes.

“You get a kiss like that and you’re questioning whether or not I forgive you?” You ask, causing Peter to throw his head back with laughter.

“What, I feel like it’s a fair question. Don’t leave me hanging.” He says as he playfully shakes the two of you.

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. “Yes, Peter Parker. I forgive you.”

This causes the smile on Peter’s face to grow even wider. He leans down, giving you another kiss. You lean up into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“I love you, Y/N. And I promise that I will never, never hurt you again. And if I do, I give you full permission to beat my ass and never look back.” He says once the two of you pull away.

“I don’t think that I’ll need to do that, but thank you for that.” You say with a smile. Peter and you share another laugh, before you turn and look inside your apartment. “It’s a little chilly out here, why don’t we head back inside?”

Peter hums, allowing you to pull him into the warmth of your apartment. He was glad to have a sense of normalcy back in his life.

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter fluff #tasm!peter angst #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter fanfic #tasm!peter imagine #kimoralov3

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whalesforhands · 2 years ago

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of domesticity and groceries (satosugu x reader)

warnings: spicyish, adult gojo, making out(?), day 5 of my promised gojo-centric writing streak

“Shh�� Don’t deny me this right now.”

You’re pressed into the wall, a stocky arm caging you in as your hands pressed against his chest, the thin fabric of his compression shirt allowing you to feel the lines, creases of his corded muscle. You’re getting kissed hard, cornered and with nowhere to escape from your lover as he takes what he thinks he deserves.

Your feet are barely on the ground anymore, the sheer restlessness Satoru faced after coming back urging him to grab you and smother your entire being with his longing yearn for his significant others.

(You sure want to thank him for all those workouts he does. You still can’t believe how strong he is sometimes.)

He’s mouthing against your jaw, trying to get you to give him access to your pretty neck, still littered with fresh bites and kisses that overextended into vigorous activity from barely a few hours ago.

“Aren’t you— Tired?” Your voice is small, compressed into a small whisper that whimpered out from the confines of your throat that was trying to constrict your sounds, desperate to muffle your cries.

(You have a point. You only just witnessed him step through the front door, practically tearing off his jacket before he whined for your embrace.)

His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh, feeling your bare skin underneath the pads of his fingers as he steals a kiss from your sweet lips.

“Not when I’m with you.” The familiar heat burns from your middle at the sound of his deepened voice, the way you felt his hand ascend to your waist, greedily enjoying the touch, his lips self-indulgent as they felt the plushness of yours, the feel of you in his arms after a long mission.

This is perfect.

(Just what would he do without you around?)

“Suguru said-“ You’re pulling away before an impatient hand is placed at the back of your head to drag you back into the throes of passion. Tongues insatiably entangling, breaths stolen with every pant, every moment of lovely boldness from the strongest sorcerer.

“That—“ You take a moment to breathe when you finally manage to escape his compelling seduction. “He’s coming back with the kids in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds like plenty of time to me.” He’s scooping you up, arm beneath your knees and the other just under your shoulders as you’re picked up in a princess carry.

Eh? Wait. Wait!

“Satoru—?!” You’re sputtering as you feel him approach the familiar long corridors of the shared home, making a beeline towards the master bedroom.

“I-I said 15 minutes, not 50!”

He’s humming as he continues his trek up, a naughty hand coming over to slap your behind as you yelp.

“I heard you right the first time, sweetheart.” His cheeks are practically aglow with excitement, eyes behind the bandages already upturned into happy slits as he continues to enjoy the very presence of your cursed energy surrounding him.

“Now how about we take a nice, relaxing shower to celebrate my return?”

——

“Welcome back, my dearest husband and beautiful children!” His upper body is draped with an oversized tee, sweatpants on and sunglasses over his eyes as he leans over you, snuggling his cheek onto the top of your head as a cute grin is flashed towards his family at the genkan.

“Daddy! Mama!” There’s a crash of many items dropping onto the floor as three little girls run up to and cling to the lanky man. The little boy carefully places his bag upright, walking close and nodding up at the man in bashful acknowledgment as Gojo smiles down at him.

(You’re gushing over how cute they’re all being. Meanwhile, Megumi had already made his way over to you, letting you rub his head.)

“I’m so happy to see all my wittle cupcwakes again!!!” He’s letting the girls tug and rub at his fluffy white hair, pull at his cheeks, tug at his clothing.

(Megumi’s fighting an internal battle in his head to not let the utter look of disgust show on his face. So he hides away his annoyance by leaning his head against your navel.)

“Daddy, did you buy sweets?!”

“Did you beat up the bad guys real good???”

“Did you take any pretty photos!?”

“Girls, girls.” A smooth voice cuts through the home as Geto Suguru finally comes through the door with a wide array of reusable eco bags filled to the brim with different foods. “Don’t make Daddy overwhelmed now, he just got back afterall.”

“Hello, my darlings.” Suguru’s smiling face is brighter than ever as he sees the both of you awaiting him and the kids, a chaste kiss pressed to your forehead and a rub to Megumi’s hair when he gets close enough to you before his gaze focuses to the girls smothering his partner.

“Kids, remember to place the groceries in the kitchen and fold the eco bags. Tsumiki, the ice cream goes in first, okay?”

“Yes, Papa!” Tsumiki is immediately leading the way for the twin girls and Megumi, the young boy choosing to carry the heaviest of the bunch of groceries Geto had relinquished to them.

Two whole cartons of milk.

He’s grunting a little as he struggles forth, even shooing away an approaching, worried Mimiko with a wave of his hand and a grunt. Eyes determined and alight with the willpower to see his task through till the end.

“I’ve got this.”

(He’s excited to get praised for this when he sees the proud smile and excited giggling as you observe him.)

Suguru’s sighing when he feels a kiss on his cheek from Satoru, the slight flush of his face giving away his excitement to see his significant other again.

“You’re finally back, huh?”

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Suguru is actually carrying the heaviest items out of all of them. The various cereal boxes, about 4 more cartons of milk, meat, fish, the eggs, more snacks, more sweets, a sack of rice and several others.

He has actually summoned a smaller, flying curse to help support Megumi as he held up the milo cartons. (What the little boy doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?)

Suguru can very much see the fresh new bites on you. “Tsk, tsk.” His head is pressed onto your shoulder from behind. “Can’t believe he’s already so rough with you after just coming back. Gonna have to teach him a lesson later.”

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #dyf au #whalewrites #gojo x reader #satosugu x reader #i was screaming while writing this i’ve never written makeoits before #geto suguru x reader

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scarlet-traveler · 5 months ago

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My second fic for KRBK Cuddles Week! I combined the prompts after-patrol, morning, sleepy, cozy, and kissy cuddles. Enjoy!

Katsuki’s entire body was leaden as he dragged himself over the threshold into the apartment. Dead on his feet, sore limbs, aching shoulders from overusing his quirk, the scent of smoke clinging to every inch of him, his hero costume looking like he walked through a burning building.

He had definitely gotten some strange looks from the kid working the counter at the local 24/7 konbini. Katsuki hadn’t even had the energy to get mad or even mildly annoyed. He’d just bought his onigiri with a mumbled thanks and shuffled out to complete the rest of the walk home.

Stomach now full (or as full as it would get, he didn’t have the energy to make a proper meal), all he had left to do was wash away the last twelve hours of his life so he could finally fucking rest.

His boots were peeled off and left by red ones in genkan, his gauntlets and neck brace deposited alongside shoulder gears, and he stepped deeper into the apartment.

It was quiet, the living room empty and the closed balcony curtains barely letting in the light of the pre-sunrise sky into the space. He wasn’t surprised not to see anybody. Nobody in their right mind would be awake right now if they didn’t half to be.

Muscle memory carried Katsuki down the hall to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, but he would’ve still been able to hear the rumbling snores inside if it had been completely closed.

Eijirou was sprawled on his back in the bed, his mane of red hair spread across the pillow and the covers pushed down to his waist to reveal a bare chest littered with scars from years of hero work that rose and fell with each breath.

The sight was tempting; Katsuki itched to climb into bed then and there, to wrap himself in the warmth and comfort of his husband and finally release himself from the long-ass night.

It was the knowledge of Future Katsuki being pissed about dust and grime and whatever else on his costume dirtying the bedsheets that had Current Katsuki grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser and shuffling off to the bathroom.

A hot shower and the shedding of a layer of grime later, Eijirou was still in the same position when Katsuki returned to the bedroom. Fuckin’ rock. His lips quirked up into a small smile. He wasted no time in slipping under the covers, closing the gap between them as threw an arm and a leg over Eijirou and buried his face in the crook of his neck to leech off the warmth radiating off his body.

Just what he needed after an overnight patrol.

Eijirou’s snores cut off then as his chest rose in a deep breath, enough to move Katsuki with it before he sank back down. The arm that had been sprawled across Katsuki’s side of the bed that he now laid on curled up to tug Katsuki even closer. “Ka’ski?” he mumbled, his voice gravely from sleep.

Katsuki grunted, not making a move to detach himself from Eijirou’s side.

Unfortunately, he was dislodged anyway as Eijirou moved himself. They stayed close, Eijirou only turning into his side, but Katsuki still glared at him when their gazes met.

Eijirou only smiled back, all sleepy and sappy as he settled back into the pillows. “You don’t have to pout, Kats, I didn’t go anywhere.”

Katsuki resolutely did not pout as his frown got deeper. “I was comfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” A warm hand came up to cradle Katsuki��s face. His thumb brushed over his brow to smooth it out, down his cheek and over his lips. His smile, still soft at the edges, grew enough to make his eyes crinkle. “You’re back.”

Katsuki hummed, already feeling mollified. “Just got in a little while ago. I’m fuckin’ beat.”

“You were gone a long time.” And Katsuki hated how sad Eijirou sounded, hated the dimming of his smile and the sheen that grew in his eyes, emotions much more raw when he was tired. It had Katsuki turning his head to press a lingering kiss to Eijirou’s palm, and another to his wrist.

“I’m here now.”

The effect was instantaneous, Eijirou’s face brightening tenfold. “I’m glad you’re back.” The hand on Katsuki’s cheek guided him closer, and Eijirou closed the rest of the gap with a kiss.

The morning breath hit Katsuki first, but he ignored it. He hasn’t gotten to kiss this moron for the better part of twenty-four hours, he wasn’t going to stop him and make him brush his goddamn teeth.

The kiss was languid, fitting for the early morning when the birds had only just started chirping outside, waiting to greet the sun as it breached the horizon, the rest of the world moving slow in the half-light. Katsuki certainly wasn’t in a rush; he’d been going nonstop the night before, his and Eijirou’s new agency keeping them busy around the clock. Without sidekicks or interns yet, they were stretched thin as they worked to get their agency properly on the map, meaning that moments like these had been few and far between for too long.

Katsuki could gripe at Eijirou for being awake right now, for wasting precious time he could’ve been using to get more rest ahead of his own killer shift that day. Instead he tangled fingers into red hair and tugged Eijirou closer until he was pressed on top of him, the brick wall of a hero he had grown into closing Katsuki in on all sides and he loved it.

He didn’t notice his own movements starting to slow until he felt Eijirou grin against his out of synch lips, and he pulled back enough to speak. “You need to sleep.”

Katsuki pried his eyes open to blink up at him, the exhaustion hitting him like a bullet train now that his senses were no longer flooded by Eijirou. He still frowned. “So do you. Twelve hour patrol and office shit, remember?”

Eijirou groaned. “Man, yeah.” He slumped, face tucked against Katsuki’s collarbone. “We’re masochists for opening an agency only three years after graduation.”

Katsuki snorted. “Still worth it.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Grinning, Katsuki pressed a kiss, two, to Eijirou’s temple, his arms shifting to squeeze around his shoulders. “Go back to sleep.”

Eijirou’s responding hum vibrated against Katsuki’s neck. “You too?” he asked, already sounding like he was starting to drop off.

Katsuki definitely wanted to, letting Eijirou’s weight press him further into the mattress. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” Kisses were pressed onto the side of his neck as Eijirou hugged him closer, growing slower and lighter until Eijirou’s lips stilled against his skin, his snores starting back up soon after.

Katsuki’s favorite lullaby, the sound dragging him into sleep before he could think to close his eyes.

What felt like seconds later, the weight lifted off of him, then another beat passed and chapped lips kissed his cheek. Squinting against the sunlight now streaming through the window revealed Eijirou leaning over him, already dressed in his hero costume minus the gears and face guard. He smiled when Katsuki’s gaze met his. “See you later tonight?”

Katsuki grunted, reaching up to cup Eijirou’s face and pull him down into a kiss.

“Blech, morning breath,” Eijirou whined amidst giggles when they parted.

“Fuck off, yours is worse.” Katsuki pushed Eijirou’s face away, but he couldn’t stop his smile, tired as he still was. “Kick some ass, Red.”

Eijirou kissed his palm before sending him a bright smile. “Will do.”

Also on AO3, lemme know your thoughts! <3 and huge thanks to @animlcrisscross for putting this together! :D

#mha #kiribaku #krbk #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #krbkcuddlesweek24 #krbk fanfic #mha fanfiction #fanfic #cuddles #traveler writes #stelly was so big brain for doing a krbk cuddles week this was soooooo fun #still gotta see what everybody else has done

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

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Hi Ro😌❤️

comfort character ask：🛁？

A Nice Relaxing Bath, a Curtis Everett x reader fic

Summary: Your roommate's brother crashes at the apartment while he works in the area.

Pertinent info: not on a train! I went very overboard on the idea that Curtis is the sweetest man on the planet, and I am not ashamed.

Warning: this, uh, it got steamy. Literally. Smut-adjacent. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Minors, there is plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist instead, but this one is not for you. WC 2.1k

“I’m fine.”

“You’re filthy,” you bite back as your roommate’s brother peels off his dingy coat in your living room. “You should take the bath.”

Curtis waves you off weakly. “No need. I’ll shower after you’re done…or in the morning.”

He lays a bed sheet over the couch, dead tired and mentally vacant.

“There won’t be enough hot water.” You had no idea when he’d be coming in. He was supposed to arrive last night but got so delayed he drove in this morning, heading straight to his job site instead of dropping his things off first. That was twelve hours ago.

You’re well aware of how exhausting shifts like that can be from your time at the hospital.

“Then morning it is,” Curtis huffs.

“My couch will smell bad far longer than you will. Please—“ you point to the bathroom, wearing only your towel “—it’s all yours.”

Your guest shakes his head and pulls off his beanie. “I’m serious. I’m too tired.”

You shrug. “I promise you’ll feel like a million bucks after and sleep like a baby.”

Perhaps the smell of lavender wafting from the washroom entices him, or perhaps he finally catches a whiff of himself, but Curtis stands and walks all the way over, stopping a few inches in front of you.

He smirks.

“Promises, promises…” he drawls, side-stepping into the bathroom.

From force of habit, you always quickly shower after a shift, but you weren’t expecting the doorbell to ring or Curtis to announce his arrival. Now that you’ve checked your phone, after sifting through your bag discarded immediately onto the other side of your bed, you see a text from his sister…from half an hour ago, saying he’s on his way.

You can’t very well hand him the towel against your skin currently. You’ll need to get him something fresh.

You throw on a t-shirt and shorts before rummaging in the linen closet for the spares. Just as you’re about to knock on the door to hand them over, you hear grunting and hissing, not from the water. There’s a muttered curse that sounds very pained.

“Curtis?” you call.

He only takes one step, meaning he was not close to the bathtub yet, and cracks open the door. He hides most of his body behind it, except you see his left shoulder. Purple and brown bruises litter the joint.

“Jesus, buddy!” You can’t help it. Against his pale skin, any trauma would look serious.

“It’s fine. Those for me?”

You don’t move.

“Can you even lift that arm, Curtle?”

His nose scrunches in distaste of his childhood nickname, shoving a hand out. “I said it’s fine. You giving me the towels or not?”

Every effort behind every word drains a little more life from Curtis’s eyes and voice. It’s like watching someone scrape the last shrivels of food from a to-go container—pathetic and sad.

You press the linens to your own chest.

“Let me help you.”

“You’re not bathing me,” he scoffs.

“I’m a nurse. Please. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”

Curtis glances back inside the bathroom as if searching for answers elsewhere, but when he turns to let his sky-blue eyes meet yours, he neither fights nor flees.

“Hey now,” you soothe. “I’ve lived here two years. I can fake your sister’s tone like you would not believe. Don’t make me use the voice.”

One corner of his mouth ticks up beneath his dark beard.

“Fine, but this was your idea and I’m not getting yelled at later for being a creep, ya hear?”

“Got it,” you nod, closing the door behind you once he lets you in.

He turns around to unbuckle his belt and pull down his bottoms. More and more bruising is visible with every inch exposed, some yellow and old, some nearly bleeding out the surface. There’s a line of dirt and grime along his neck where his shirt blocked the soot. You set the stack of towels on the closed toilet and reach to help him in, avoiding looking by professional default.

This is pretty much exactly what you do all day, but most of your patients would be sponge baths. In fact, Curtis will be easier because he has all his faculties, use of all his limbs, and doesn’t need help washing anything below the waist. He’s just too beat up and tired to lift his arms much.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot.” He winces and curls the dipped toes away from the water again, but once you move to start the tap and add cold, he grips your hand harder. “No, no. Don’t. I’ll get used to it. Just gimme a sec.”

Somehow, spending the time holding a six-foot man upright in the humid, aromatic air is just as relaxing as if you were submerged yourself, so you wait while his toes, feet, ankles, legs, and finally, butt are all acclimated before lathering a washcloth. The loofah would be too harsh across the bruises.

“Back first and then I’ll leave you to soak?”

Curtis doesn’t really answer. He simply leans forward and tilts his head down.

He moans involuntarily when you splash water over the whole area and tenses when you graze his sides.

He’s ticklish, so you poke him only one more time for fun and then start scrubbing at his neck.

As you finish up the broad expanse of his back, though he’s a little skinny considering his frame, you fold over the cloth and hand it to him.

“You wanna get your face?”

He sweeps it back and forth a few times and then splashes. You can see that he’s not clean.

“Fine. I’ll do that, too,” you grumble without real ire and plop forward onto your ass, reaching out both hands once you soap them up.

He holds his eyes closed while you circle over his forehead and cheeks, stares while you scrub into his beard, and laughs when you use the grip of your thumbs to pull him into a joker grin.

That earns you a playful splash. Curtis is still chuckling as he rinses the soap off his face, leaving a fresh hole in the thick layer of bubbles. His eyelashes are so long he has to squish water out of them before he can see you again, then he looks sad as he smiles.

“I’m sorry I stole your bath.”

Worth it, you think. “Can’t steal what’s given freely.”

“Or you could…” Curtis shuffles his hips “…join me?”

“The tub is not that big.”

His eyebrow quirks, intrigued by the challenge. “Bet we can make it fit.”

“That’s what she said,” you burst, grinning.

“Yeah, I didn’t mean…not like that.” He’s so cute when he laughs.

As adorable and tempting as the offer is, you still state the obvious. “Buddy, you’re naked.”

“I can keep my hands to myself. Promise.”

“Promises, promises,” you tsk in retort.

Curtis mountains a pile of bubbles to show how covered you’d still be, laying the washcloth over his lap as a barrier. “Better decide before the water gets too cold.”

You let out a long sigh.

Though you’re clean enough anyway, your legs ache from a long day on your feet, and it would be nice to release that tension from the muscles.

You toss a second washcloth over his face.

“No peaking, bub!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbles, letting the fabric trap in his mouth for emphasis.

It’s comical to order him around—move this leg, that foot can’t be flat, scoot all the way back, etc—but once successfully sandwiched between his thighs you tell him to keep his eyes closed and take away the cloth to use as a kind of tube top.

“Need me to get back here?” he offers.

“Nah,” you say shaking your head, “just wanted the heat on my legs.”

Curtis sinks into the tub and molds himself to the tile wall behind him. “Sure feels good after a long day.”

You two compare the long hours you’ve worked today, the day before, and the day before that, and it turns into a tie for who is the saddest over-achiever.

“You can lean on me,” he whispers. “Come on, relax, honey. You’ve earned it, too.”

So you do.

You tuck your head right beneath Curtis’s chin, the roughness of his beard catching gently in your hair, careful not to put weight directly on his bruises.

You both quickly fall into that almost-dream state, the kind where time doesn’t exist between eye blinks, rising and dipping with his breaths, soaking in more than just the comfort of the bath.

It feels like hours—or maybe just an instant later—that the water feels just shy of lukewarm. Your fingers are pruney. The bubbles are gone.

Who knows what kicks you out of your peaceful reverie, but Curtis jolts when you do, wrapping his arms around you.

“S—sorry,” he stutters. A few fingers land against your washcloth top and tug reflexively.

You tilt your head to assure him you’re okay only to find his gaze locked farther forward. Your knees are bent to fit in the tub, and with your legs splayed this way, without the cover of bubbles, you’re exposed to him

Curtis stays quiet while you feel his breath hitch beneath your back. His fingers scratch over your belly gently until finally—

“You’re so soft,” he says reverently, gratefully, as if handed a present not on his birthday.

Gently, careful not to hurt him, you turn around.

His eyes are wide and questioning but don’t falter from your attention even when the washcloth topples from your breast. His lips fall apart, waiting for your choice, but all over his features is written how much he wants you.

Has that look ever been there before? Did you simply not notice?

“Sis is gonna be mad,” he mutters, swallowing loudly while you shift to your knees in the water.

You inch closer and closer, mouth brushing his. “Why?”

“Because,” he confesses, “she told me not to touch you.”

“When did she tell you that?”

Of course, you want to kiss him, but it’s quite fun to see him almost tremor with anticipation.

Curtis’s eyes find yours. “The day I moved her in.”

His warm breath dances with yours, tongue darting across his bottom lip.

“Well then…” You lift one leg at a time to coax his together, straddling his lap. “Don’t touch me. Just let me touch you.”

You’re not sure which movement garners the moan he lets rip through his chest, your mouths finally meeting or you wiggling to get comfy. Both continue. So do the moans.

The tented, sopping washcloth is tossed with a squelch to the floor as he hardens between your thighs, but each second is relished, each ounce of energy pried from your reserves.

The kisses are slow and sweet, long and dragged out like the lazy rocking of your hips.

At first, he really doesn’t touch you, his hands grip and slip along the smooth rim of the tub until you feel his fingers graze your sides. Curtis is trying to tickle you in some sick revenge. It leaves you both smiling even while you take his wrists and force his hold lower.

“Can’t seem to keep your promises, big guy.”

“I’m a rebel,” he jokes with a smile, grabbing your ass to help you move, “and this is a good cause.”

You’re so tired, and this is so perfect. No frantic movements make for a soft tide in the bath water, ebbing and flowing without breaching the ceramic edge, yet it’s enough to build a current strong enough that you both come, mumbling cursing and praises to each other.

“I don’t think you’re any cleaner than when we started,” you say, nuzzling the fading scruff of beard down his throat. As you recover with panting breaths, his cum washes away from his abs, diluted in the residual rhythm of the water. “Maybe a brisk rinse?”

Curtis’s eyes stay shut for most of the short shower.

He lets you lead him around to whatever angle is best and holds you for warmth when the chill gets into your bones briefly. The shock is refreshing though.

Inside a cocoon of plush towels, his sleepy, happy eyes find yours, and he pulls the wrap tighter around your bodies.

“You kept your promise,” he chuckles. “I do feel like a million bucks, and I absolutely will sleep like a baby.”

You beam in his embrace, soft trapped in strong.

“My bed is comfier than the couch,” you offer.

Curtis leans more of his weight onto you and sighs.

“Honey, you’re the comfiest thing anywhere.”

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Uuuuuuuugh, guys, this was difficult to write because I wouldn't stop swooning the entire time. Just let me wash the dirty man. Let me snuggle him in the tub and fall asleep to the sound of bursting bubbles 😭 I can't handle the sweetness!!!

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satrs · 2 years ago

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𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎This small fic is inspired by @oceanicyasuki ‘s post ^^

SYNOPSIS; Kunigami comes home after a game and just wants to take a hot shower. But it seems that you have other plans in mind.

FEATURING; Proplayer!kunigami x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT; 0.9K

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI. unprotected sex. Shower sex. Nicknames(princess, needy girl). Size kink(?). Dirtytalk(?).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

„Hihi Ren‘.“

The sound of your voice caused the man to turn around, tired eyes looking at you as he removed his shirt, well build physique causing your lower region to throb.

„Hey princess.“ A grin tugged on his features as your figure moved closer to him, a sly smirk adoring your features. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, standing on your toes to give his lips a little peak. „Didn‘t hear you come in.“

His hands sneaked around your waist, finding comfort on your rear as he gave it an experimental squeeze, his lips chasing yours again, capturing you in another kiss as he hummed in agreement. You giggled in return, earning a frustrated groan from the man when you teared from his hold, a smug smile plastered on your lips.

Before he could protest, his mouth soon fell closed at the sight of you getting rid of your clothes, his handsome face contouring into an amused expression.

„C‘mere.“ Your playful words made the man snicker, speeding up his movements as he noticed your naked form walking past him, carefully stepping into the shower as you turned it on, water running down your delicate skin as you looked at him expecting, biting your lip in excitement.

He swiftly followed you, hands quick to land on your hips as his mouth littered kisses all over your exposed neck, water running down his orange locs, some sticking to his forehead as he let out a pleased sigh at the temperature.

Your hand moved back to lift his head from your neck, his questioning gaze soon disappearing as you attacked his lips, the hot and steamy kiss making you dizzy until you yelped in surprise when you felt his erected cock against your ass. „Can’t even wait till I’m done with showering. What a needy girl.“

One hand neglected your hip as he took one of your breasts in hand, fondling them. His other hand spread your legs carefully, gaining access to your heat.

A quiet moan left your lips as you felt his aching tip aline to your entrance, eagerly moving your hips back against it to finally feel him inside of you. “Only for you, Ren‘.“

A switch flipped inside of him as he quickly pushed his thick cock past your slick folds, pushing your chest against the cold tiles as his rough hands had a tight grip on your hips, sinful sounds escaping the both of you as he fully nestled in your warm heat.

The shower glass was clouded in a thick fog from the warmth of the shower and you both’s heavy breathing, the clapping of skin only barely getting drowned out by the sound of water droplets falling, lewd sounds emerging from the shower and echoing into the bathroom.

„Thought about that pussy all day.“ A growl erupted from his lungs, hips relentlessly rutting against your ass, balls slapping against your clit as you arched your back into his chest.

Mewls and whines flew past your lips as his hand grabbed your throat, pressing your back against his chest, feeling him even deeper inside of you now, robbing a moan from the man as your walls clenched tightly around his length. „Fuck- pretty little thing missed me too, huh?“

You tried to desperately nod in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure as your hand flew back to claw at his muscular hips in an attempt to slow down his movements. „Shit - slow down, Ren‘.“

He only clicked his tongue in return, tight grip around your hand as he caged it behind your back, using it as a leverage to pull your hips back against his tantalizing thrusts, feeling himself nearing his release at the cute sounds you let out.

You bit down on your lower lip in an attempt to muffle your loud cries of pleasure, legs growing weak as you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to snap in half. „Don’t hide, pretty.“ He leaned down to your neck, playfully biting your earlobe. „Wanna‘ hear all of you when you cum 'round me.“

Your legs began to buckle, a high-pitched whine leaving your mouth as your eyes screwed shut, the impact of your intense orgasm causing your breathing to halt in your lungs.

„Just like that baby, fuckkkk“ His thrust turned sloppier and his sounds increased as he tipped over the edge, burying himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum, teeth clawing into your shoulder, attempting to muffle his moans.

The sound of ragged breathing and the running shower now embracing the shower walls, sweat and semen dripping down your thighs getting washed away by the water.

Your dizzy mind soon cleared by loving kisses on your neck, love struck smile visible on your lovers face as you looked at him. „Still didn’t get to clean myself off, huh?“

You returned him a chuckle as you turned around, holding your stability on his shoulders. „I’m just too big of a distraction. Maybe I should just-„

„Nuh uh. You stay right here.“ your movements halted as his arms wrapped around you, Kunigami peppering kisses on your face as he reached behind you to grab the shower gel bottle, turning off the water and putting some of it on his hand as he spread it over your body, cleaning you up and easing some of your tensed muscles simultaneously.

You leaned into his touch, eyes hanging low in relaxation as you got some of the wash on you and yourself, rubbing it into his trained body.

„If you keep going, we’ll go for round two.“ You chuckled at his words, playfully slapping his shoulder, earning a sly grin from the man. „Let’s get you cleaned up. We can take the rest to the bedroom.“

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cultherent · 2 years ago

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An Accidental Email [Ch.6]

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

TW: Toxicity, Pegging degradation not in a sex way (rude asf way)

Chapter 6:

Thursday

“Hey, Y/N. Are you doing alright? You’ve seemed pretty down the past few days.” Todoroki glanced at you, your eyebrows furrowed as your pen pressed against your lip. You both were in the recording studio, working on a project together.

You sighed, “Do you mind me getting personal?”

“Go ahead.”

“There’s this guy I’m seeing, and he’s been really distant. I’ve tried to talk with him, but he’s been ignoring me. I don’t know what to do or what to think.”

“I see,” he hummed, his finger going to his chin. “If you don’t mind me intruding… Is it Bakugo?”

Your eyes widened, “Is it that easy to tell?”

“I’ve just noticed the lack of arguing. While others would be relieved, I knew something had to be going on between the two of you.”

You sighed, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “I just don’t understand what happened. We talk about seeing each other more, but it’s been radio silence on his end. Like, what happened?”

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Last Saturday Night

“It’s nothing, Uraraka.” Katsuki closed the door behind him, not wanting the neighbors to hear the commotion. It was after midnight, and he didn’t want another noise complaint.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Uraraka stepped forward, her hand reaching for his forearm.

“No, no. I didn’t hurt myself.”

She removed her hand and folded her arms. The space between her eyebrows wrinkled, and her eyes darkened. “Did someone do that to you?”

“That’s not important right now,” he walked towards the kitchen. “Why are you here?” She invited herself over many times before, even though he told her repeatedly not to do so.

She followed behind him and tugged at his shirt, stopping him from getting closer to the kitchen. They stood underneath the door frame that separated the living room from the hallway.

“Don’t be silly, babe. I’m always here.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He internally cringed at the pet name. He turned to continue down the hall.

“Anyways,” she continued, “I know you love me, so why don’t you trust me enough to tell me these things?”

“Ochaco, please. Let’s not do this right now; I’m tired.” There were bags under his eyes, and after getting himself annihilated by you, he just wanted to grab something to eat and knock out.

“No. Who did that to you? Do I know her?”

“No, relax,” his back still faced her.

“Am I going to have problems with someone now?”

Aggravated, he turned around as they reached the kitchen, “No. You’re not gonna have problems with my coworker-”

Time stilled. His eyes widened internally from his slip-up.

Uraraka’s head tilted to the side, “Ohhh… That’s who she is… Is she pretty?”

“Ochaco, please.”

Her head proceeded to wobble, “No, no. Is she prettier? Is she the better fuck?”

“You’re getting out of line.”

“What? You can’t tell me if she’s the better fuck?”

“No, Uraraka. Stop,” he lied through his teeth.

“Stop? Are you kidding me? I’m right here, but instead you went out and got some dirty convenient pussy.”

“Uraraka, enough!” Bakugo’s fist tightened, and he stepped back from her. “You cannot talk about her like that.”

She stepped back, her mind processing what he just said. “Oh,” her shoulders lowered. “My bad, I went too far. How about we just enjoy the dinner I prepared for us? I’ll go warm it up.” She smiled and tightened her hand that held his forearm. Her fingernails soon dug into her palms.

. . .

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Uraraka watched as Katsuki grabbed his towel and entered his own suite. Once the door shut, she waited a couple of minutes to make sure he didn’t leave anything.

When the time passed, she grabbed Katsuki’s phone, which was on the charger. She pressed the button on the side, then typed in the password she'd seen him put in many times.

She clicked on the messages app and started going down the list; she stopped when she got to your contact. Opening it, the screen was littered with sexts you both had been sending each other. She bit down on her cheek and opened a social media app. You both followed each other, and she concluded you were his work friend.

She went through his work calendar, remembering there was an event his work was having—a dinner of sorts. More of a drink, eat at high tables, dance, and talk. She didn’t care what it was about, she just wanted several words with you.

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A Week Later - Friday - Dinner Party

“Did you see that he brought someone?” Your eyes were glued on Katsuki and his plus one.

“You mean the girl in the bright red dress and matching makeup? Yes, yes, I did,” Shoto glanced.

“She had her arm wrapped around Katsuki's, and she had a big smile on.”

“Mhm.”

“My thing is, how are we going to have this whole arrangement and not tell me you have a girlfriend or are in a relationship?”

“Well, if we’re talking about the whole blackma-”

Your hand darted to Todoroki’s mouth. “Shhh!” You rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

“Let me get you a drink to calm down. I’ll be fast.”

You nodded, then looked around the room. The lobby of the building was decked out with balloons, assorted colored lights, tables, and a bar. You leaned on the table, eyeing the girl Katsuki was with. You had tried to ask him to be your date for this event, but he only avoided you. You rubbed your forehead, trying not to recount the many embarrassing moments you had been sharing.

“Don’t do that so much; it’ll stay that way.” Todoroki handed you a drink.

“Thanks, Shoto…”

“Oh, come on. Keep your head up.”

“Easy for you to say. The girls you want don’t play with you like Bakugo is doing to me.”

He chuckled, “You’re joking, right?”

One of your eyebrows relaxed, the other raised.

“You see that girl over there,” he discreetly pointed out. “Momo confessed that she liked me, but she’s been avoiding me nonstop since her confession. I’ve been trying to get with her, but none of my approaches have worked.”

The both of you ponder on your shared dwindling love life as you take sips from your glasses.

“Y’know what?” You put your drink down. “Let’s make them jealous.”

Todoroki smiles, “I like the sound of that.”

“Find me on the dance floor.” You winked as you walked over to the DJ. Not many people were dancing, but you pulled out a playlist that would send everyone running. After giving the DJ the song suggestions, he gave you a thumbs up, and you walked to the dance floor.

Shoto was there, shimmying to the music, patiently waiting for you. Once the song came on, you both put on your game faces. You grabbed your dress, which had a slit and danced with Todo. You held onto his white tux, smirking as you got closer to each other. It was a bit sultry, but not too much. Your eyes would look toward Bakugo's, and you knew he was looking.

You watched as his eyes couldn’t stay away, but his lover noticed. She turned his head with her hand and kissed him, her eyes not closed but on yours. Your eyes squinted, and you grinned. "Oh, that’s how we’re playing.”

You weren’t going to get mad at the girl. You had no idea of the preconceived relationship they had. What you did know was that you wanted to cause a bit of havoc.

Shoto glanced at you with an idea. He brought you close to his chest and placed his lips right next to your ear. Katsuki could only get angry internally, but you could see it in his shift in demeanor.

“I’ll grab Bakugo, and you grab Momo.”

“Smart idea.”

As soon as those words left your mouth, you danced towards the girl who stood before the dance floor. Her eyes longingly saw herself in the pit of beautiful bodies.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

You grabbed her hands, and she didn’t hesitate. You pulled her in and spun her around. Conveniently, you pressed your back against Todoroki and switched partners. Your hands were gripped by Bakugo's, which were slightly clammy. You moved around, following the beat of the music. He was tense at first, but he found the rhythm with you.

“Loosen up, Katsu. It’s only me.”

He chose to stay silent, and you accepted that. You were happy that he was this close to you after all the separation.

Your bodies grew closer, and the temperature increased. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your mouth was slowly opening until the music cut out. Bakugo smiled, nodded his head, and then let go of your hands. You watched as he walked away.

Seeing Shoto dancing with the woman he liked, you went to find an empty table after getting a drink. Placing your arms on the surface, you took out your phone and bobbed to the music.

“Oh hey!” You peered up from your phone, your vision engulfed by Bakugo’s plus one. You turned off your device and gave her your attention. “You’re Y/N, right? Bakugo has told me so much about you!” She smiled.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. I saw you were a little busy, but I wanted to talk to you, Y/N.”

“Uraraka, what are you doing?” Katsuki walked into view, internally filled with dread.

“Oh nothing, sweetie. Just having a chat. Go get some drinks or food. I’ll be with you soon.” Katsuki’s lips quivered slightly, but he turned and walked away. “Boys, y’know how they get.”

Your stature shifted, and you relaxed more while the girl stood straight, “Sorry. Do I know you?”

“Oh, no! But you will,” her smile remained. “I’m Katsuki’s girlfriend.”

There was something about her. You expected wrath to come from her. You exhaled from your nose, disguised like you were breathing, “Weird, ‘cause he’s never mentioned you.” You took a sip from your drink.

“That’s because I told him I wanted our relationship to be private. He listens so well.”

“Bless your heart,” you muttered.

“I like your outfit, by the way.”

“Same to you.”

“Thank you. Mine is designer!”

“Really?” You could tell from the seams of the dress that it was a lie. “Mine is thrifted.”

“Yeah… I can tell. It suits you, though.” Your eyes widened, and you chuckled internally. You knew how she was going to play this petty game, and you knew how to combat it. “Personally, I could never let that touch me. But that’s just because I like better things on me.”

You took another sip of your drink.

“Can I be honest? Real girl talk?”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” you copied her from before. You watched her facade crack a little.

“I saw the little gift you left on Bakugo’s neck, and as his girlfriend, I don’t really appreciate that. I think you need to give him space and respect our relationship.”

Your eyes go from this Uraraka girl to Todoroki, who passed by and greeted you both.

“Oh… Oh. I get it, him too?”

You chuckled, remaining silent, and took another swig, purposely dragging it out.

“Damn, you’re good. I totally respect that. I could never; I respect myself too much. I guess it's that easy for you. You’ve got to spill; how many more office bodies have you caught?”

Your mannerisms stayed the same. It made her irritated.

“Not telling? I get it. After that many, I wouldn’t say either.” Her face stayed as innocent as before, and her lips curled as if she hadn’t said the most darndest thing.

Ready to break your silence, “Listen-”

“Anyways! He’s been coming home rather stressed recently. I’m starting to see why…” She looked you up and down, smirking.

“Pfft, I’m looking at the real reason right now. Thinking I’m the reason he’s stressed is so far off, I’m not surprised you didn’t understand.” What you said caught her off guard, so you leaned forward. “Love, he’s less stressed moaning my name and saying how much he loves my strap in his ass. That’s how he’s able to come home to you in the first place.”

You walked to the side of her, your hand patting her shoulder. “Not that you’d know what I’m talking about.” You walked away, not hearing a single word come out of her mouth.

You made a B-line to the bathroom, but before you entered, your arm was grabbed, and you turned to find it was Katsuki. “What the fuck do you want?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you so badly wanted to push the bathroom door open.

“What happened between the two of you?” His expression was scared and timid.

“Why does it matter? You should’ve told me you were in a relationship. I want nothing to do with you.” You pushed the bathroom door open, only for him to follow you inside. It was a one-person bathroom, and you stood with your arms folded.

“Firstly, I’m sorry for whatever she said to you. And secondly, we are far from an exclusive relationship.”

Your weight shifted between your legs, and your head tilted. You were interested in what he had to say.

The blonde sighed and sat on the closed toilet, “We’re just fuck buddies. We’ve discussed before that we can see other people, but I don’t know what happened. She got obsessive, started calling me pet names, and whenever I asked about her other partners the way she responded shifted.”

“You don’t have to air out all her drama. But, you’re telling me that you’re just seeing each other? No girlfriend-boyfriend situation? Exclusive?”

“We are just seeing each other.”

“And what about you ignoring me for the past few weeks?”

“I’m really sorry about that. She’s been coming to my apartment every night. I didn’t want anything to happen to invoke a response.”

You took a deep breath in and placed your hand on the bathroom door. “Katsu, please get your shit together with this girl. I can see something happening between us, but I’m not dealing with some toxic bitch.” Before walking out, “Have a good night.”

. . .

Taking his shoes off, Bakugo could not shake off the uneasiness he felt about the looming Ochaco. He watched as she disappeared to the bathroom and returned in normal attire. Her face didn’t help either; on it only laid a smile, and he knew that didn’t mean anything good.

“Bakugo. Let’s have a talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

She stared at him, her smile dropping. “What the fuck have you been doing with that girl.”

“Ochaco, we’ve discussed that we’re in an open relationship. Whatever I’ve done with Y/N shouldn’t matter to you.”

“Are you gay now or something?”

“Excuse me?”

“No, be honest with me. That has to be the only reason you like her. Because you get fucked in the ass like a gay man.”

“Uraraka, what the actual fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Y’know what. You’re a dirty fucking man whore who can’t get hard when he sees a sexy girl in front of him.” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her arms folded. “I’ve tried to sleep with you countless times. Every time, you couldn’t get it up. Just because you want to be fucked in the ass? You’re sick. Disgusting.”

“You’re far from holy either, Uraraka. Spreading your legs for the whole block, but for some reason being obsessed with me? Be fucking real. Tell your pastor who’s the real whore, you fake Christian bastard.” Katsuki walked to the bathroom and grabbed her things. He threw her clothes out the door and held it open, “Get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Ochaco’s mouth gaped open, not realizing how badly she had messed things up. Her eyes began to water, snot soon coming after, “I’m sorry, Baku, I didn’t mean it. It was an outburst. You know how I get. Please forgive me. I know you love me.”

“The only person that loves you is yourself.” He went into her pocket and grabbed the key that he’d been meaning to get back from her. “Never come back.”

The room was filled with the slamming of the door and then silence. Katsuki walked to his room, which was far away from his apartment door entrance. He curled himself into a ball and started crying. No one had ever made him feel bad about his sexual preferences. Even though his liking for her was fading, he still thought of her as a friend. They had known each other for so long, and for those words to come out of her mouth, it ruined him a little.

. . .

“Oh my God, Katsu, are you crying?”

“Can I come over?”

“Of course.”

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