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[jaqdawks]

Roommate always sounds pissed at me but he tells me something while I’m driving and I just give him a quick “yup” because I’m too distracted navigating a crowded parking lot thru the hardest rain we’ve had since spring, and he tells me not to answer him like I’m mad?

[nerdy-novelist017]

Apologies (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader pt 6)

Ahhh don't come at me for the lack of updates lately! 😅 I've been so distracted with watching the Olympics and my job. I'm not meant to work a ful-time job, your honor. I just wanna write silly fanfics all day and read all night pls and thanks ! Anyway, enjoy! 🩷

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.4k+

Summary- The last person you expect to be there to dry your tears is that stubbornly persistent biker of yours.

******

Pete never showed up to your fundraiser. You had waited the whole afternoon in the hopes that you’d see him, but he wasn’t there for your event. He wasn’t there for the bake sale, or the picnic. He didn’t even show up for the auction which you were sure he’d be interested in that since one of the items to be sold was an expensive golf club set. He must have had other plans, you tried to tell yourself. He must have been too busy. 

You hadn’t seen Benny after that either, but you tried to find that as more of a relief than disappointment, after all, he was the reason you and Pete had a bit of a disagreement anyway. Part of you wondered if he only showed up for your tent since you hadn’t seen him anywhere else at the charity afterwards. Regardless, the hours passed at the picnic and you eventually helped everyone pack up before you left too, riding home on your bicycle. You tried to call Pete when you made it home, but his mother answered and told you he wasn’t home. You asked her to have him call you when he could. You ate dinner with your family and tried to not look too hopeful every time the phone rang because it was never Pete calling you back. You expected to go to bed with a sense of dejection, but instead you were surprised to feel something closer to  . . . relief. 

So the next two days went by quickly. You were too busy with work and household chores to notice that Pete hadn’t called you back. It was only when you had gotten up early to start on breakfast on the third day that he finally did ring you. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t seen you much,” he told you over the phone. “I miss you.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure you were busy,” you mumbled as you stirred the pancake batter, phone receiver balancing precariously between your cheek and shoulder. 

“I want to see you this weekend. I can pick you up around noon on Saturday if you’re free.” 

You agreed a bit reluctantly, but he didn’t seem to catch it. 

******

“Oh, are you going to teach me to golf?” you asked excitedly as Pete pulled into the country club parking lot. He’d been quiet to tell you where it was that he was taking you today, but you wanted to trust the spontaneity of the moment so you let him drive you to the mystery location. Out of all the places he could have surprised you with, this certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Part of you was confused because you hadn’t expressed a particular fondness for the sport, but another part of you felt warmth that he wanted to share his hobby with you. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d like to join me and the boys today.” He smiled at you as you both exited the car. “Sit in the cart and look pretty while you cheer us on.”

Oh. So he wasn’t even teaching you his hobby. You wanted to say something back, to tell him that you were willing to learn if he taught you, but his friends came over then, interrupting your chance to speak. Pete introduced you to them, five in total and you struggled to remember their names. But it didn’t matter much since all chances of you speaking were thrown out the window when they bear hugged each other, and turned to go out onto the field. You followed behind, quietly trying to find a place in their obviously-tight friend group. And that’s how you spent the next three hours: awkwardly existing in their world, sitting on the cart and watching them play. You were the only girl, and it was clear that they didn’t know how to involve you much in their conversations. And when you were able to pull Pete to the side for a moment, you asked if he could let you take a swing once, just to try it out. He nodded but said, “Well, maybe in the next game, this one I’ve got a bet on and every shot counts.” You didn’t ask again. 

Even though you were still technically spending time with him, this didn’t feel in any way fun or exciting. You tried not to, but your mind drifted to your night spent at the bar with Benny and how fun that was, despite it being a bar full of bikers – a scenario you would have never thought you’d be in, let alone enjoy. As you sat in the golf cart, having nothing better to do than to watch Pete with his friends, you wondered if this was all he wanted you for. Were you really just a doll to him? A trophy? You didn’t get to play? 

After the next game ended, you asked Pete if he could take you somewhere for lunch and he seemed almost reluctant to leave his friends. But in the end, he did agree, and you said goodbye to the band of golfers. You walked back to the parking lot together and when you spotted his car in the distance, you figured this was your chance to actually talk with him, not just listen to him speak. 

“What do you want out of life, Pete?” you asked quietly as you slowed to a stop on the sidewalk.

“What?” He paused a few paces ahead of you, glancing back. “What kind of question is that?” 

“I mean,” you struggled to gather your jumbled thoughts. “What kind of life do you want?”

His brows pinched together in confusion. “Well, I’m going to school for engineering so I’m going to do that.”

You waited for him to continue, but he just shrugged and motioned for the car. “You coming?”

Not seeing the conversation over quite yet, your feet remained firmly planted in your spot. “But what do you want out of life? What do you want for me in your life?” 

“Geez, (Y/N),” he laughed humorlessly. “Where is this coming from?” His expression darkened suddenly. “Is this because of that dirty biker?”

It was your turn to look confused as you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “Have you seen him again, hmm?”

“I . . . he was at the fundraiser–”

“What did I tell you?” He asked rhetorically as he closed the distance between you. “I don’t want you around that deadbeat again.”

“It wasn’t like I sought him out,” you defended, trying to ignore the rush of agitation at his choice of description. “I had no clue he would be there. I thought you were going to be there.”

“Well, I couldn’t be. You can’t just expect me to drop everything for you at such a late notice.”

“What was more important that you needed to be at?” You frowned.

He rolled his eyes, turning back to the car. “I have my own life.”

That’s when you realized that he was so . . . disconnected, uninterested. He may have wanted you but not in the way of getting to know you. His want was selfish, only born out of lust. He didn’t care about your hobbies or interests. You weren’t even listened to when you spoke to him. The realization was painfully obvious and you felt like a fool, like he had played you. And maybe he wasn’t even aware of it himself, but you could see it now: he didn’t care for you, not in the way you longed for. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, shaking your head as you watched him approach the driver’s side door. “I know that, but . . . I was just hoping to spend time with you.”

He turned back and threw his arms out dramatically. “I’m spending time with you now, aren't I? Will you just get in the car?” 

You took a deep breath, looking down at your shoes. “I think I’m gonna walk home.”

“Are you serious?” His voice grew colder as he yanked open his door. “Because I didn’t go to your bake sale?”

You shook your head. “No, I like walkin’ and I just want some time to think–”

“You’re going off to find that biker, aren’t you?” 

“What?” Your gaze shot back up to his. “No, I–”

“I knew this would happen.” He shook his head, an unamused smile flashing on his face. “He’s filling your head with all these dangerous ideas. He’s poisoning you against me. Me.”

“I’m not–” 

“Get in the car.” You didn’t realize that it wasn’t a request anymore. 

“Pete, I just don’t–”

“Get in the fucking car, (Y/N)!” He shouted, slamming his hand on the roof, and you jumped at the sound. 

You stared at him, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. You’d never seen any man act like this, especially not Pete. Panic turned the blood in your veins to ice and you were suddenly painfully aware of just how fast your heart was beating in your chest. Seconds ticked by, and he finally reacted to your speechlessness by rubbing a hand over his face, sighing loudly. 

“Look, just get in the car,” he tried again, his voice barely controlled. “We came here together and I don’t want people to talk about how I’m leaving without you, okay?”

No, it wasn’t okay, you wanted to say, but your throat was suddenly too tight to speak. All you could do was stare at this man who you thought you had a pretty good understanding of, who you never thought would raise his voice at you, who would never command you to do something you very obviously denied. You shook your head, hand holding over your chest in an attempt to even out your heart rate.

He called your name, but you turned and forced your legs to walk, to move away from him. You just wanted to get home to the safety of your bedroom. Behind you, you could hear his car door slam shut and the engine whine as it fired up. He drove over to you, nearly hitting the curb as he weaved.

“Fine, walk home then!” he yelled and revved the engine, tires peeling out on the blacktop as he zoomed away. 

That’s when the tears started falling. You sucked in a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and a sob choked into it. The sidewalk blurred from the stream of tears but you trudged on, wanting nothing more than to escape the prying eyes of the neighborhood. The action of Pete slamming his hand against the metal proof of his car replayed in your mind and something unpleasant gripped your heart at the realization that what you saw was his reaction to not getting what he wanted the first time. This was supposed to be the exciting moments of you relationship, the time when you were still discovering who each other were. If he could be so easily angered by you now, what would 5 years of marriage look like? What would 10? 

And as you approached the intersection, a thought came to you and you felt sick at the possibility that maybe this is what your mother felt before she married your father. And your grandmother before she married your grandmother. Like a chain, these women with hearts and ambitions and dreams all just got married and became something their husbands wanted, lived a dream their husbands had. And maybe that was their dream, but what if it wasn’t yours?

The revving of an engine broke you free from your all-consuming thoughts and fresh fear spiked through you. Was it Pete coming back? But no, you realized. The engine was coming from the gas station you were passing on the corner, and it wasn’t a car, but a motorcycle. The rider pulled up to one of the free parking spots, cutting the engine and kicking out the kickstand. His back was turned to you, but you knew who it was already by the messy blonde hair and signature blue jacket lettered “Vandals” across the shoulder blades. You groaned because he was the last person you wanted to see right now but you needed to walk right by him to continue on your way home. And as ridiculous as it was, you wanted to cry harder at the thought of him seeing you crying. 

When he dismounted, you quickened your pace, putting your head down in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice you. But of course, you heard him call out, “Hey, Little Bunny.”

You sniffed hard, quickly swiping your fingers across your cheeks as you heard him approach. Even though you didn’t slow your pace, he caught up to you quickly. 

“You walkin’ home again?” His voice was light, teasing but you didn’t dare to look up at him. “You must really like–”

But he must have seen your tear-soaked face because he stopped, his hand gently grasping your upper arm. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, and against your better judgment, you glanced up at him. That was all it took before his shoulders visibly stiffened, and his jaw locked tightly. “Who did this?”

“Nobody,” you muttered softly, voice cracking. “I’m fine.”

“Was it Pete?” his grip remained firm on your arm.

“Please, just leave it alone, Benny,” you whispered desperately, and his eyes softened as he released you. A painfully long beat played out between you as you watched him decide if he wanted to press you further for details. But to your surprise, he dropped it, instead, reaching out, his calloused thumb brushing away a solitary tear from the apple of your cheek. You flinched at the contact, not expecting him to touch you so intimately. As quick as he was to make contact, so was he able to let his hand fall back to his side, leaving you wide-eyed at the act. 

“Let me give you a ride home, please,” he asked, his voice so quiet, so compassionate that you were honestly dumbfounded that this was a biker in a notoriously revered club standing before you. “I don’t want you to have to walk back when you’re upset like this.”

You glanced down the sidewalk, knowing you still had a few miles to go before you’d see your house in the distance. You sniffed again, “You won’t try to propose to me again, will you?”

“No strings attached, I promise,” he replied quietly. 

You relented, nodding slightly, and you didn’t protest when he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together and gently tugged you back to his bike. 

******

Benny drove slowly back to your house, and you just buried your face against his jacket the entire ride, focusing on the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. It gave you time to settle your breathing, to dry your tears, and when he finally did pull up to your house, a disappointed wave surfaced over you. He put both feet down to balance you both, but he didn’t cut the engine, and you didn’t release your arms from around his torso.

“Can we . . . keep going?” you asked hesitantly, unsure of just how patient he was willing to be with you.

“You wanna keep going?” he questioned over his shoulder, and you responded with a brief nod. “Where?”

“Anywhere, just not here.”

He pushed off the ground, revving the engine slightly and the bike picked up speed as you left your neighborhood. You tightened your grip as he drove you out of the city, down the long country roads, past barns and farms, out by the lake and through the winding back roads which cut the woods. He drove until the sun began to make its descent over the far wheat fields, the last warmth of those golden rays catching the two of you like a spotlight, like you were the only two people on stage. And you realized that’s what riding with Benny felt like: solidarity together. You’ve felt a strange sense of loneliness most of your life, even when you were surrounded by others who loved you, but with Benny . . . it was like you were finally being seen. No, not just seen, it was like you were finally being heard. 

But reality came back too quickly when Benny pulled up to a stop light, hand moving to brush across yours as he asked, “You ready to go back now or d’you wanna keep going?”

Keep going, your heart wanted to shout, keep going and let’s drive until we hit the sandy beaches of California. But your head always won the battle in the end, and you only nodded mutely. 

When Benny pulled up in front of your house again, he cut the engine, but remained seated. He held his hand out for you as you dismounted, and he wanted to say something – anything– to make sure that you were okay, to help you. But Benny’s not known for his good communication skills so he clenched his jaw tightly, frustration building in his chest. You needed him, you needed to be consoled, and he was so pathetic that he wasn’t even sure how. 

Sure, he knew how to have someone’s back, especially in a fight. He knew how to throw punches and get back to his feet after getting knocked down. He could do that all day. But you staring at him with your Bambi eyes and heartbroken expression, he couldn’t take it. He just wanted to pull your tiny frame to him and kiss away the tears, to tell you that everything would be okay because he’s got your back. Then a horrible thought clouded his mind because what if he was the reason you were crying? A bitter taste filled his mouth at the possibility. And my god, how stupid could he be because of course he had to dig himself deeper into that hole when he had told you that he wouldn’t apologize for his conversation with your date. At the time he said it, he had no guilt or shame for his actions because he saw nothing wrong with it. He wanted you more than Pete did, he was sure of that. But now as he glanced at your sweet face, he realized that his actions could have hurt you. And all for what – his pride? That seemed so insignificant now.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said ever-so-politely. 

Before you could turn to walk to your front porch, Benny’s hand reached out to lightly touch your own, and he blurted out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to Pete. That was wrong, and I see that now. I’m sorry if what I did has hurt you in any way, that was never my intention.”

Your frown deepened, and Benny’s heart sank. But then you said, “I’m not upset with you, Benny, but thank you. That . . . that means a lot to me.”

He was at a loss for words, struck by your angelic voice and unwavering benevolence. He could only watch as you slipped from his grasp and turned away. You were walking away from him, but Benny couldn’t help but feel it meant something more than just putting physical distance between you. His mind raced with thoughts, trying to find something he could say to get you to stop, to be able to see your face again. 

However, it seemed that fate had other plans because you halted in your tracks, hesitating a moment before spinning back around and approaching him again. He opened his mouth to ask if you were okay, but you cut him off as you leaned up and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch of your soft lips, and he widened his eyes as you pulled back, a shy smile on your face. He grinned because every time he thought he had you figured out, you continued to pull stunts on him. You were the most entertaining thing he knew. 

You took a few steps backwards, but maintained his eye contact as you spoke, “Maybe . . . next time we could go a little faster?”

He knew you were referring to the bike, but God help him because heat burned in his lower belly, and he wanted to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you into your house where he’d show you just what speed he was capable of. He wasn’t sure you even knew what effect your words had on him, or if you even knew the sexual implications, but he felt himself losing a battle of will. “You want there to be a next time?”

You nodded and that adorable rosy color tinted your cheeks. “Yeah, if-if you do.”

He shook his head in disbelief that you were finally giving him a chance. Though looking at your sweet smile now, he didn’t seem to mind the extra effort he had to put in. “You wanna go fast? Look who’s the trouble now.”

You fought to control your smile. “Goodnight, Benny.”

“Night,” he replied as he watched you walk back up the steps to your house, his fingers ghosting over the spot on his cheek that you kissed, wondering if apologies were really that easy. 

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[maybankswhore]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆.

SUMMARY: you & jj are sickly in love with eachother. ( inspired from our song by taylor swift. )

PAIRINGS: jj maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: possible cursing , tooth rotting fluff.

“ i was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. he’s got one hand on the steering wheel , the other on my— heart. ”

John B wasn’t always willing to let JJ take the Twinkie on a whim. He was very protective of what he called ‘his baby.’ But he could only take being aggravated by JJ for so long before cracking— which is what got you sitting in the passenger seat while JJ drove you around the island this Saturday evening.

It was a little past three. The two of you had gotten breakfast , walked the beach , ate lunch— even squeezed in taking out the boat to the marsh. Your cheeks were red from the sun beating down on you , the hot summer air kissing at your skin.

Your hair flew all around you as you leaned against the head rest , letting the wind do whatever it wanted. JJ sat beside you with a peaceful look on his face , resting one hand comfortable on the steering wheel— the other reaching over the center seat to grab your thigh. His ring—clad finger burning at your skin , making your spine feel all ticklish.

“ i look around , turn the radio down he says ‘ baby is something wrong? ’ i say ‘nothing i was just thinking how we don’t have a song. ’ ”

The silence was comfortable as it surrounded the two of you. With the radio playing softly and the wind whipping in your ears , you looked over you shoulder to look at the side of JJ’s face. You couldn’t help your hand from wandering , brushing at the side of his cheek gently. He glanced at you with a smile , letting his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

You hummed to yourself , a thought popping into your head. Pulling away , you turned the radio down and adjusted your body and seatbelt to fully face him.

The sudden change made JJ look at you curiously , scanning your face for any sign of unhappiness. “Something wrong , sweet girl?”

His nickname for you always made you flush a darker shade of your usual complexion. The reaction making him smirk proudly. “No.” You shrugged. “I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.”

“A song?” He repeated questionably.

“Like a relationship song.” You chuckled. “Like a song that comes on the radio that reminds us of— well us. That makes us get all mushy , gushy and teary–eyed because we’re so in love.” Singing your last couple of words , JJ giggled at you.

JJ thought to himself for a second. “We have our own song.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Our own song?”

“Yeah you know—”

“ he says ‘ our song is the slam of screen doors , sneaking out late tapping on your window— when we’re on the phone and you talk real slow , ‘cus it’s late and your momma don’t know. ’ ”

He began talking about the beginning of your relationship and how fun it had been. Coming from different sides of the island , neither of you knew how it would work. You were too afraid to tell your parents , and he was too scared to tell the Pogue’s.

You remembered how you’d dash out the house after school so nobody would ask you questions— screaming “bye” to your mother as you raced down the road where JJ would wait for you either in the Twinkie or on his bike.

Sometimes he’d come after your parents had been to sleep , tapping on your window.

“What in the world are you doing here?” You shouted just above a whisper , holding your light little nightgown to your body whilst looking towards the ground where JJ stood grinning up at you.

“Coming to see you.” He said while holding up a single flower that was clearly from your neighbor. “I haven’t seen you all day and I missed you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that danced its way onto your face as you looked at him , shaking your head in disbelief. “If you get caught , you’re dead meat.” If your parents had heard him— a Pogue of all people outside your house at 12am , it wouldn’t be anything nice.

JJ only shrugged. “It’ll be worth it if you come down for just like a second and kiss me.”

Biting your bottom lip hesitantly , his hopeful face was too hard to refuse. “Give me two seconds.”

The memory caused butterflies to swirl in your stomach. The feeling you had got then , still so real now. His boyish charm had always drew you in.

“Remember when you’d call me and you didn’t want John B to hear you so you just mumbled into your headphone microphone the whole time?”

“I can barely hear you.” You sighed into your phone. Wincing at how loud it sounded when JJ shifted even slightly in his bed.

“’m sorry. I just miss your voice but JB has thin walls. He’ll hear me without ‘em.” JJ sighed , trying his best not to breathe too harshly.

Smiling softly , you nodded your head before remembering he couldn’t see you. “I know , just wish we didn’t have to sneak like this.”

“We won’t always.” JJ reassured you. “After I meet your parents , you’ll meet the Pogue’s.”

“Yeah.” You grinned to yourself. “And I can kiss you wherever I want.”

They were so long ago. Those sweet , little memories. It all seemed like forever since then. You two were just two teenagers love , sneaking kisses whenever you could— your heart beating as fast as it possibly could by just thinking about him. You couldn’t get enough of being with him , your mind always thinking of him and wondering when you’d see him again. You remembered how sick your friends would get after hearing you go on and on about him , whispering all the sweet nothings to your girlfriends about your ‘semi–secret’ relationship.

Perching forward , you couldn’t help but kiss JJ’s cheek gently. “Do you even know how much I love you?” You asked him , wrapping your arms around his neck. The seatbelt hurt your hips just a bit , but being as close as you could to JJ triumphant it.

“I don’t know—” he teased , a loud laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. His genuine laugh always making something spark inside of you. “Yeah , sweet girl. I do.” JJ nodded and let his head fall to the side , resisting the urge to flutter his eyes closed at the soft touch of your fingers in his scalp. “I love you back.”

His words made you melt , falling into him. The air that wrapped around the two of you was light hearted and sweet. JJ’s head held high as he proudly drove you around , passing by random strangers. He’d wave at them with the biggest smile before pointing at you , mouthing “Right?”

JJ’s antic sending you into a fit of giggles each time while you swatted at his arm stubbornly.

“I don’t think there’s any song out there that could describe how obsessed I am with you—” JJ blurted out. “’cus I swear I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Beaming at your boyfriends words , you held onto him tighter. “I can’t wait.”

[nom-nommmm1]

Hi Oli,

I love your Lords Of Chaos stories so much, so could you write one for me? :)

I was thinking about Pelle x Fem reader, where she's Euronymous sister, and they have to keep their relationship a secret.

Xoxo and also I just saw that you write for some niche fandoms I really love, I can't wait for more stories to come

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - PELLE/DEAD

Masterlist + taglist

AHHH HI ANON!! I’m so happy you like my stories! You’ll never know how much it means to me 🫶 also I’ve had ‘dirty little secret’ by The All-American Rejects stuck in my head FOR A WEEK truly amazing timing anon. But anyways, I look forward to see you request other fandoms soon. Also I didn’t know if you wanted to make this a smut or fluff so I’m gonna do fluff bc I’ve been in such a fluffy mood lol, request another if you’d like smut and I’ll gladly do it ❤️

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, fluff?? There’s a suggestive part butt they don’t actually do it, kissing, hair pulling

The doorbell rings as the tussling of keys can be heard from Euronymous’ hands. “I got it!” I shout, opening the door to see Pelle standing there awkwardly. “Hey Pelle! You’re just in time, we’re all about to head to the movies” I say looking at the blonde haired boy, his cheeks turning a slight pink tone. “Oh yea uhm..Euro texted me” he says avoiding my gaze. He shuffles away from the doorway, letting Euronymous and I out. We all proceed to get into Euros car. “So are Faust and the guys meeting us there?” Pelle asks after a few minutes of nothing but the sound of the radio.

“Yeah, they’re just gonna be a minute since traffic’s pretty bad on their side” Euronymous says, putting his foot to the gas as the light turns green. Pelle nods, staring out the window, looking around at all the passing cars. I look at Pelle, he looks..tired? “You alright?” I ask. The blonde looks at me, seeming somewhat surprised by me breaking the silence. “Yea I’m fine y/n” he says looking back out the window to avoid the conversation.

The car pulls into the movie theater parking lot, we all get out walking up to the register. “Hello, what movie are we seeing today folks?” The cashier asks politely. “Three tickets for this movie please” Euronymous says, placing the money on the counter,pointing to a movie. “Of course, the concessions are inside” the cashier says handing us our tickets. Euronymous nods in acknowledgment, holding the door open for Pelle and I.

Walking up to the concessions counter Euro turns to us. “What do you guys want?” He asks pulling out a 20 dollar bill. “Popcorn and a slurpy?” I ask. “Sure sis, what about you Pelle?” He asks turning to the blonde. “Oh- I’m fine with whatever,” he says quickly, almost taken out of a trance. “Alright, you guys can sit down while I pay for this stuff” Euronymous says, pointing to the tables next to the bathrooms.

I nod walking over to the table, Pelle following close behind. We sit down. I look at Pelle, taking in his features as he refuses to look at me. “What’s wrong?” I ask putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Nothing y/n” he says moving out of my touch. Euronymous comes back with a handful of snacks. “Come help me get the rest guys” we all grab our own snacks and drinks. “Sorry you guys are going to have to share popcorn, I was two bucks short to get another” Euro said as we walked down to our designated auditorium. “It’s fine Euro” I say as we take our seats.

The theaters lights dim as music from the projector plays, the movie is finally starting after what feels like an hour of previews. I go to reach for the bag of popcorn accidentally putting my hand on Pelles, immediately pulling away. “Sorry” I say quickly before turning back to the movie. The movie continues on, the main character jumping out into the frame of the projector screen.

The audience chuckles as they say a joke as a criminal swings at them. I take a sip of my slurpy taking a brief glance at Pelle. I look away as I see his eyes look over to me. I lean to Euronymous, whispering in his ear. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back” he nods as I get up from my seat, walking down the dimly lit movie theater stairs.

I walk into the bathroom, splashing water in my face, starting to sob into my hands. After a few minutes I hear slight knocking on the bathroom wall, a figure slowly coming into my line of vision. The figure comes closer to me, rubbing my back. “I’m sorry we have to do this” the figure says. “What..?” I ask looking up, at first confused but soon my confusion is clarified as I see Pelle, still there rubbing my back.

Pelle frowns, wiping my tears away. “I can’t stand to see you cry, but you know why we have to keep this a secret, right?” He asks coming closer to me. I nod looking into Pelles warm brown eyes. “I know, Euro won’t allow it” I reply sniffling. Pelles frown grows and he wraps his arms around me, putting his head in my neck giving me a small kiss.

“Just wait a little longer, we can convince him” Pelle says brushing my hair out of my face. I nod again looking at him glumly. “Hey it’s okay, I promise” he says smiling, waiting for me to smile back but I don’t. Pelle then puts me into a kiss, my eyes widen in shock but I kiss him back passionately. I wrap my arms around Pelles neck. Pelle kisses me harder, putting his hands on my waist, picking me up. “Pelle!” I yelp feeling his hands on my ass, lifting me up.

Pelle places me on the bathroom counter, pushing me against the mirror as his lips attack mine. “I missed this” he mumbles into my lips, coating them with our saliva. I giggle pulling onto Pelles hair. He moans in my mouth, biting my lip and touching up on my body. He’s about to undo his pants before we hear a voice of a staff member. “Get out of there before I call your mamas!!” The staff member screams banging her mop on the floor. Pelle and I bolt out of the bathroom making out to our movie auditorium. “Remember, keep this between us” Pelle says before opening the door for me.

“Of course” I say walking in. “Alright, I’m gonna wait out here for a few minutes so they don’t think anything” he says giving me a quick kiss before shutting the door, smiling.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY BBS IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY N THERES BEEN A BUNCH OF DRAMA W MY FRIENDS BUT IMMA TRY TO UPLOAD

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[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[wearywinchester]

Stay

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Getting out of bed in the morning is harder than it looks when you’re sharing a bed with Dean Winchester.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of injury, fluff, kissing

The alarm had already gone off just five minutes earlier, promptly shut off after a few haphazard pats around the old nightstand, the button blindly pressed with a soft groan. Through squinted eyes it read 5:05 in blaring red numbers, proving to be too harsh on your eyes after a glance.

The room was starting to lighten up a bit as dawn approached more quickly than you’d like it to, birds chirping through the window you’d cracked the night before to let the breeze in. That and the fan hadn’t done very much to combat the summer heat and Bobby didn’t have the best air conditioning. The small bedroom was quiet and comfortable, filled with old memorabilia that’d since gathered a layer of dust over the things that hadn’t been touched since you’d taken up residence there just two days prior. It was the room Dean used whenever he’d come to stay there.

There were a variety of odds and ends; some postcards that John had sent on a rare occasion, a rolled up poster Dean had stuffed in the corner, one he knew exactly what it’d been of the moment he laid eyes on it. Judging by his smile and the way he scratched his neck, you decided against unraveling the crinkled old thing in favor of an eye roll and a swat to his shoulder with it. You didn’t see the fondness in his smile once you turned around, eyes on you as he laughed softly.

There was a heavily worn baseball mitt and an equally tattered baseball within it sat atop the lone dresser, a bat to go along with it propped against the wall. That was one thing Dean had mentioned he wanted to get some use out of before the two of you headed back home. He claims he was the reigning champ of the sport, having a knack for hitting a number of home runs but never quite as good as you. In fact, you made a mental note to remind him of such should the moment arise to bring it up. Especially the time he’d gotten so distracted gazing at you that he’d forgotten to catch the ball and get you out, earning himself a swift smack to the back of his head from Sam.

He claims he let you win, but you knew for a fact that wasn’t true.

A handful of comic books had taken up space on a small bookshelf you remember Bobby making. It wasn’t quite level and the paint had since begun to chip away, but it was just as it’s always been and it was homemade and that was more important than the slanted top shelf and the nail that stuck out of the side. A few random knick knacks lay strewn about them too, some you remember giving him and some he’d brought home from a hunt here and there as a kid. It put the softest of smiles on your face at the very thought of it.

Perhaps the most noticeable part of the room at that moment was the bed. The one that you’d found a couple of old magazines of Dean’s under the old mattress, a few pages dog-eared along with a well expired candy bar that had to be melted within its wrapper. With the years of summer heat it’s gotten, it just had to be. It was all stuffed under the mattress of the bed that was nearly too small to fit two people. You were quite sure Dean had outgrown it even in his teens, and now at the ripe age of twenty-eight, surely he’d grown just a few inches taller.

His feet hung off the foot of the bed at any given moment, but the more he’d tangled up with you in a mess of limbs that fact didn’t seem to matter as much. You’d been pressed to his side the large majority of the night despite the heat in the room, his arm heavy over your hip and his other arm outstretched beneath the two stacked pillows you’d shared. The twin sized bed hadn’t been ideal for a good night’s sleep, not really, but you’re convinced that you could have a king sized bed and he’d still sleep just as close.

It’d been ten minutes now since the alarm had sounded, the room just a small bit brighter than it had been minutes ago. The breeze picked up a little bit too, puffing the old ruffled curtains out with every gust. The warmth wasn’t uncomfortable anymore; the air sweeping over your skin paired with the heat radiating from Dean seemed to be the perfect combination, one that made it all the more difficult to think about leaving that bed.

Dean hadn’t stirred just yet, too tired from the hunt you’d finished the evening before otherwise he just might’ve been up at the sound of the clock. It hadn’t been the easiest salt and burn you’ve ever done as a hunter, but it wasn’t quite the worst either. The spirit really had it out for him, having tossed the older Winchester around with only so much as a twitch of her hand. Her fun and games were obvious when you saw the purple and blue blossom across his cheek, at the redder than red cut that had curved across the bridge of his nose with one to match on his forehead.

None of that seemed to bother him in that moment as he slept, hair turned porcupine now that he’s got a bed head. His lips parted just enough for his snores to escape, the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin. As the softness of the light swept over him it gave way to each and every freckle that smattered across lightly flushed cheeks and the bridge of his nose, ones that speckled lightly on his ears and mingled within the beginnings of his stubble. Freckles that you’ve counted at least a million times over in the mornings just like this.

The softest of smiles tugged at the very corners of your mouth as you looked at him with tired eyes, fingers playing absentmindedly with the loose string you’d found on his t-shirt. Sometime between now and then he’d pulled you all the more closer when he felt you’d strayed too far, a quiet laugh huffing through your nose at the thought. It gave you ample opportunity to admire him just a little more. At the way his nostrils flare slightly when he snores and the way his lips puff out in turn, traces of last night’s pie still on the corner of his mouth.

Your smile widened at that, blinking slowly as you stretched in his arms. Your gaze falls on him once more when you muster up the energy to stay awake, settling on the soft lines framing the very corners of his eyes from the smile you know and love, said lines deepening ever so slightly to accompany the grin appearing on his face.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” he mumbles, sleepy and low as his lopsided smile quirks up just a bit more.

“No I’m not,” you defend, a scoff leaving your lips.

It was then that he peeked an eye open, a tired laugh immediate before he closed his eyes again if only for a second. “Yeah you are.”

An argument doesn’t make it out of your mouth at the tightening of his grip and the way his laughter brushes across your skin, too delighted to even try.

In a matter of moments the coolness of his ring presses gently to your cheek, nose bumping your own as his thumb swipes over your skin. His hand stays there for a little bit more, calloused and warm as he opens his eyes just enough to look at you with a smile all too telling that he’d had something on his mind, something light and jesting. His hand drops a little lower to rest on your jaw, his laughter continuing.

“You always were a terrible liar,” he murmurs, quieting your counter when his lips brush over yours.

It was soft and sweet, languid as he kissed you once, twice, three times over. Your frown at his words was quickly dissolved in favor of the beginnings of a smile, a laugh bubbling its way to the surface when his lips travel from yours to the corner of your mouth, gentle as they press to your cheek and across your jaw. They were chaste as he kissed just under your ear, his breath blowing ever so lightly doing just enough to make you squirm away from him when it tickled. He knew that all too well.

His laugh was telling of that very fact.

“You were supposed to be up fifteen minutes ago, De,” you sigh, shoving his hand away.

He really should have been. You’d heard Bobby’s commotion downstairs, could smell the coffee he’d brewed too. It was tradition; every time you’d crashed at his place for a hunt, Dean had to give him a hand on fixing up some of the cars he’s got to work on. It was a deal they’d made just under five years ago, one Dean can never talk his way out of. Not with Bobby Singer.

“Yeah, well, I think Bobby can hold out five more minutes. Them cars aren’t goin’ anywhere,” he teases, smile lazy as he tugs up the blankets.

The green in his eyes nearly twinkled in mischief as his tongue swiped over his lips, lips that press to your own once more as his hum rumbles against your mouth. Any and every argument you may have had for his more than logical reasoning had since left your mind then, completely vanishing when he’d kissed the tip of your nose.

“You keep sayin’ that and I’m convinced Bobby’s gonna do something about it one of these times,” you sigh, brushing the tips of your fingers over his cheek softly. He relaxes under your touch, his chuckle evident.

“He’s gonna have to go through you first,” he jests, tugging you into his chest.

“Oh whatever, Winchester,” you grin, settling into his hold without much of a fight. You were much more tired than you’d admit, and he wasn’t making matters any better.

“Stay,” he mumbles, nose to nose with you. “Five more minutes?”

You sigh softly, sharing a grin in the close proximity.

“Five more minutes.”

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[a-simple-gaywitch]

Ohana

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s in love with his new neighbor- and her son that’s just like him

Word Count: 3234

Warnings: Typical CM stuff (Amplification specifically), Single Parent!Reader, slight angst

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.” -Lilo and Stitch

~

Spencer remembered the day you moved in. He remembered you lugging boxes up five flights of stairs by yourself. When he saw you struggling with a heavy box, trying to find your key, he decided to be bold and help. 

“You look like you could use some assistance,” he said. “I’m, uh, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I live right across the hall.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N),” you said.

“Here, let me hold the box for you.”

“Careful, it’s heavy,” you said, shifting it into his arms. 

Spencer was jostled for a moment from the weight of the box, which was labeled (Y/N)’s Books. “So, MD or PhD?” he asked you as you searched for the right key. 

“PhD, I’m too squeamish to be in the medical field,” you said with a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Spencer had ever heard. “What about you?”

“What? Oh,” Spencer shook his head, focusing back on the conversation. “PhDs.”

You stopped sorting through your keys and turned to face Spencer. “Plural? Holy shit, are you a genius or something?”

Spencer let out a small laugh before saying, “Yeah, technically. But I don’t think intelligence can be accurately quantified.”

You finally found the right key and sighed as you heard the lock click. “Um, you can set the box with the others by the bookshelf.”

Spencer turned to see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, much like his own, with boxes upon boxes of books in front of it. Some were labeled Academics, some had the same label as the one he was currently holding, and some had Oliver’s Books scrawled across the top.

“So, uh, where are you moving from?” he asked you, following the maze of boxes to your kitchen.

You offered him a bottle of water. “Erie, Pennsylvania. I got a job at Georgetown as an Associate Professor in the history department.”

“Oh, I guest lecture there every once in a while. In the criminology department. Uh, what’s your concentration?” Spencer took a sip from the water bottle. 

“Medieval and Renaissance history,” you said. “I get to teach fun classes like Medieval Weaponry and Warfare.”

“Well, maybe I can sit in on that class someday.”

You smiled at him and that was when Spencer knew, you’d worked your way into his heart and you were never leaving.

~

Spencer remembered the first time he met Oliver. It was 53 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since the day he met you. He was coming home from an exhausting case when he saw you trying to balance paper shopping bags in your arms while opening your door. A small boy, no older than 6, stood behind you with oversized headphones and a mobile gaming system. He had a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Ollie, take the keys. Ollie. Oliver.”

“You need some help?” Spencer asked, setting his go-bag in front of his door.

“Spencer, hi! Um, some help would be great.” Spencer took the bags from your arms so you could open the door. “Oh, uh, this is Oliver, my son.”

“Your-your son?” Spencer asked. If you had a son, it was likely you had a partner. 

“Yep, he’s my boy.” You tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to say hi. The boy gave a small wave before going back to his game.

Spencer cleared his throat. “So, uh, where’s-where’s his father?”

“California. At least, that’s where he went when he left us.” Your hand was resting on top of your son’s head. He looked just like you. “Here, can you just set the bags on the counter?” you asked after opening the door. Oliver started down the hallway when you grabbed the loop of his backpack. “Not so fast. You know the rules. Homework first, then you can play your game again.”

Oliver groaned and handed you his game. You set it on the counter next to the bags of groceries. 

“So, you’re raising him alone?” Spencer asked you. 

You nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yeah. You know, it’s been hard, but I can’t imagine life without my Ollie. He’s my heart and soul.”

~

Spencer and you became friends quite quickly. He told you about his job as a profiler, and you told him about working at the university. He would come over after cases and watch movies with you and Oliver. He’d help you put groceries away and he’d help you with simple tasks. 

He also picked up on Oliver’s eccentricities. He reminded Spencer of his younger self. He didn’t talk much about kids at school and he breezed through schoolwork. His interests seemed heightened beyond what could be considered normal for a kid his age. One day, Spencer decided to ask about it as inconspicuously as he could. 

The two of you were playing a game of chess when he brought it up.

“So, Oliver seems to be doing pretty well in school. What grade did you say he was in, second?”

“Yeah, the school bumped him up a grade. They wanted me to move him up to fourth, but I know how important it is to have friends your own age. And he already struggles to make friends.”

“He does? Why?”

You sighed, moving your knight. “Check. He was diagnosed as autistic when he was three. He doesn’t quite get social cues so it’s hard for him.”

Spencer moved his bishop and took your knight. “I’m sure his dad leaving didn’t help.”

“Well, he, uh, he never actually met his dad. Leo left me when I was four months pregnant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. It was almost seven years ago. I moved on, and I learned to balance motherhood with college. I completed my undergrad when he was only a few months old and I worked on graduate school when he was a high-energy toddler. It just proved to me that I can do anything. Checkmate.”

~

Spencer was enjoying a rare day off on a Tuesday when his phone started ringing. He groaned, thinking it was Hotch with an urgent case. But when he saw your name on the caller ID, his face lit up. 

“(Y/N), hey!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Ollie’s school just called me. He’s sick but I have classes and meetings all day so I can’t go get him and-”

“Are you asking if I can go get him?” Spencer said, cutting off your rambling.

“Yes! Could you, please? I’d be so so grateful.”

Spencer smiled, grabbing the spare key you gave him. “Of course.”

“Oh, thank you so much. There’s a spare car seat in the coat closet. I’ll call the school and let them know you’ll be picking him up. Thank you so much, Spencer.”

When Spencer got to the school, he was fidgety. He’d never spent time alone with your son before. And he wasn’t even sure if the kid liked him. 

He walked into the front office and said, “Hi, my name is Spencer Reid, I’m here to pick up Oliver (L/N)?”

“Oh, (Y/N) said you were coming to get him. If I could just see your ID?” the receptionist asked. Spencer nodded and pulled out his driver’s license. “Great, if you could just sign Oliver out on the clipboard here, you’ll be good to go.”

Spencer scribbled his signature on the clipboard and the receptionist got up to get Oliver from the back office. Oliver followed the receptionist, his backpack on his shoulders and a paper bag clutched in his hands. His face was pale and he was swaying slightly. 

“Hey, Ollie,” Spencer said.

“Hi, Spencer. Where’s my mom?”

“She got stuck at work, buddy. You’re gonna stay with me until she comes home, okay?”

Oliver nodded. “Okay.” He followed Spencer out of the school and climbed in the back of his car.

“Do you want me to put the window down?” Spencer offered, looking back at the boy in the mirror. When Oliver nodded, Spencer put his window down and pulled out of the parking lot.

After pulling into the parking garage, Spencer looked in the mirror again. Oliver was fast asleep, his head slumped against the door. Rather than waking the boy, Spencer unbuckled him and scooped him up in his arms. 

Oliver wrapped his little, sweaty arms around Spencer’s neck as he was carried inside. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was how much he cared for the boy, but Spencer pressed a small kiss to the side of his head. Spencer dug your spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, setting Ollie down on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket, Spencer dug around in your kitchen for some ginger ale and crackers. After setting them on the coffee table, he heard a small voice say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Spencer noticed Oliver watching him from the couch. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, handing Oliver the soda with a red bendy straw. “What do you mean, bud?”

“I know you like-like my mom. But you’re nice to me even when she’s not here. Matt didn’t do that. He called me names when Mom wasn’t around. He said I was weird.”

Spencer knew Matt was your ex from your time working at the Erie campus of Penn State. He was the first person you’d been with since Oliver’s father. And hearing how he treated Oliver didn’t sit right with Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at Oliver. “I’m nice to you because I like you, too. And I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“You were?” Oliver handed the cup back to Spencer to set back on the table.

Spencer nodded. “People still think I’m weird. But being weird is good. How boring would the world be if everyone was normal?”

Oliver smiled. “It would be pretty boring,” he said.

“Get some rest, okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

You finally managed to sneak out of work and get home. When you opened the door, you saw Spencer sitting in the chair across from your sleeping son, reading a book. 

“Hey,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey. How is he?”

“He has a low-grade fever and he hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach. I’ve been having him nibble on some crackers but even that doesn’t stay down.”

“Oh, my poor boy. Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

~

The team got back from a particularly rough case dealing with kids. Hotch gave them the weekend off to recuperate. 

“Anyone want to go grab a drink?” Derek offered to the group.

“Or five?” Emily added.

“What do you say, kid? You in?” Derek asked Spencer as the younger man packed up his bag. 

“Oh, no, sorry. I, uh, I have plans,” he said with a smile before slipping out of the office. The team watched him hurry out of the building before sharing glances with each other. 

“Spence has a girlfriend,” JJ realized. 

“Pretty boy has a girlfriend?”

“Think about it. When does Spencer ever have plans? And when was the last time he didn’t stay to do paperwork when we were given the time off?”

“And he upgraded his phone out of nowhere,” Emily chimed in. “He went from one that had only the bare essentials to a smartphone he texts on all the time.”

“We need to find out who this girl is,” Morgan decided. 

Spencer had been keeping you a secret from the team on purpose. Not because he was ashamed of you, or embarrassed, but because he knew the team saw him as the baby and they would be invasive if they ever found out. He didn’t want them to scare you away, he loved you too much to lose you. Though, he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

~

You and Spencer were walking down the street, Oliver asleep on Spencer’s back, snoring against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around Spencer’s neck.

“You have no idea how excited he is for you to see his science fair project,” you said. “It was all he could talk about all week.”

Spencer smiled and adjusted the boy on his back. “I think I’m just as excited to see his project, especially since he wouldn’t let me know anything about it.”

You reached the apartment complex and you dug your keys out of your bag. “Are you sure you can carry him up the stairs? I can wake him if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I got him,” Spencer whispered, moving so that Oliver was clinging to his front rather than his back. He followed you up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door, he went straight to Oliver’s room and put the tired boy in his bed. He kissed Ollie’s forehead before flicking on his nightlight and leaving the room. 

“Oh, hey,” you said when Spencer came out of the room, “Is he still out?”

“Yeah. I think we might have put him in a coma.”

You laughed and kissed Spencer’s cheek. “Go get some sleep. I know you’re tired, too.”

“I’m not-”

“Spence, you nearly fell asleep at the movies tonight. Go.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go. But not without a kiss goodnight.”

You gave Spencer a kiss before shooing him across the hall. When Spencer unlocked his door and flicked on the light, he saw his team sitting in his living room. 

“What the hell? What are you doing here? JJ, I gave you a key for emergencies!”

“This is an emergency!” Penelope said. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“Kid, please tell me she’s a single mother and you haven’t been keeping a family a secret from us for years,” said Morgan.

Spencer was still annoyed his friends broke into his apartment, but he couldn’t resist talking about you, especially when they’d already seen you. “Her name’s (Y/N), she moved in about a year ago with her son, Oliver. We’ve been dating for three months.”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked down at his shoes, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I didn’t want you scaring her off. I love her. I love both of them. And you guys can be intimidating.”

~

“Spencer’s coming to the science fair tonight, right?” Oliver asked you as you got him ready for school. 

“That’s what he said,” you told him. “And you know Spencer likes to keep his promises.”

“I can’t wait to show him my mold project!”

“Okay, kiddo, we have to go. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

Meanwhile, Spencer was in the conference room at work, worrying about the latest case they’ve been presented. Someone was releasing a new strain of anthrax in public places around the DC area.

But under his stress over the case, he was worrying about you and Ollie. Maybe that’s why he worked so much harder on this one. 

He and Morgan were sent to the suspect’s house, and Spencer entered first. Looking around, he noticed his mistake. When Morgan made his way to the door, he slammed and locked the door. 

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer was infected. He knew there was a large chance he would die, but he couldn’t stop working. He needed to find the antidote. HIs breathing was getting heavier and he felt sweat dripping down his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed. 

“Hey, Garcia?”

“Reid! Oh, my god, Derek told me what happened. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“That’s not important right now,” he said. “Um, can you- can you record a message for me? It’s for (Y/N) and Ollie.”

“Oh, uh, of course.” He heard her typing. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Spencer cleared the lump in his throat. “Uh, hi, (Y/N), it’s Spencer. Um, I-I wanted to let you know that, uh, I love you and…” he paused, taking a breath and blinking tears from his eyes, “and I’m so happy you let me into your life, into your family. And I want Ollie to know I love him, too. You- both of you- you’re my family.”

After that, things happened too fast. Spencer was being pulled out of the house and hosed down before being ushered to the waiting ambulance. He fell out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital. 

When he woke up in a hospital bed, Morgan was sitting by his side. 

“Are you eating Jell-O?” he asked, his voice cracking from being dry.

Morgan lit up with a smile. “Welcome back, kid.”

“Is there anymore Jell-O?”

Morgan chuckled. “You know, there’s some people here waiting for you.”

“What?”

Before Morgan could explain, you and Oliver burst into the room.

“Oh, my god, Spence!” You ran over and hugged him the best you could with the various medical equipment attached to him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded. 

Oliver climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Spencer. “Yeah, don’t do that again,” he said. “How can I take you to Donuts with Dad if you’re dead?” He looked up at Spencer with his big doe-eyes and Spencer felt his heart break a little bit. 

“You-you want me to go to Donuts with Dad with you? Even though I missed your science fair?”

Ollie nodded. “I don’t care that you missed my science fair. I just care that you’re still here.” He looked up and Spencer and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I love you, Spencer.” He gave Spencer a light squeeze. 

Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair. “I love you too, Ollie.” He looked up at you. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled and gave Spencer a soft kiss. 

“Ewww!” Ollie squealed, making you both laugh. 

~

Spencer proposed to you about a year later. You’d both decided you didn’t want a huge wedding, just family and close friends. Rossi gave his backyard for you to use for the ceremony. It was simple and small, but it was special and wonderful. Spencer had flown Diana out, and you’d flown your parents out.

After the ceremony, Spencer announced that the both of you had a surprise for Ollie. He went inside Rossi’s house and returned with a manila envelope. He cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this envelope, I hold the most important document I have ever signed.” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat. “This certificate certifies that Oliver B. (L/N) is the adopted child of Spencer W. Reid,” he read.

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What? You’re- what?”

“Remember all those Saturdays Penelope watched you while Spencer and I went out? This is what we were doing,” you told him. 

Oliver ran over to you and Spencer and wrapped you in hugs. The rest of Spencer’s team and your parents joined in. In just two years, your family had gone from just you and your son to more people than you knew what to do with. And that was more than okay with you.

~

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart.” -Anonymous

[bestiesenpai]

Canidae pt2 - Getou Suguru

Oh oh oh, oh here we go, walkin’ talkin’ like you know, I want your pretty little psycho. Oh oh oh, oh here we go, baby strike a pose, I want your pretty little psycho! 14.5k words

part one

Content warningz: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, spanking w/ a belt, dubcon+noncon, (slight) breeding kink, choking, size difference, face fucking, drugging, vouyerism, face slapping, (slight) blood, biting, virginity stuff, (slight) pussy slapping, implied somnophilia, kind of mindbreak at the end? sorry it probably sucks tho

The first thing you notice when you wake up isn’t the heavy drooping of your eyelids as you fight the drugs off still lingering in your veins. It’s not the stark white ceiling contrasted with pastel pink walls, or the fact that you’re surrounded by plushies in a soft bed that’s not yours.

It’s the borderline too tight collar around your neck, a good sized bell attached to it that jingled softly when you moved. Skimming your fingers over it you can feel the metal heart attached to the front as well and with a heavy head, you turn to follow the pastel pink leash attached to the collar, wrapped around one of the posts of the bed frame.

You were too tired to try and unwind it, simply staring at it for what felt like ages as your vision went in and out of focus. Even with the white curtains drawn closed there was still afternoon sunlight peeking in and giving you plenty of light to notice another thing.

This wasn’t the house you ran away from. This wasn’t your childhood room, the shape and size were different. The once familiar sound of cars driving by on the road was no longer there, just the ear ringing silence around you.

It’s unclear how long you laid there, but as the drug wore off more and more, you were able to sit up and take in more of the room. Nothing about it was familiar to you; there was a tiny en suite, you’d never owned this many cute little plushies in your life, and even the desk and trinkets that were under one of the windows wasn’t the same one you’d had.

Looking down at your clothes, you were torn between feeling happy they’d changed you out of what you were wearing or sick that all of them probably saw you naked. You were wearing one of Suguru’s shirts, his scent easily wafting up and surrounding you. It came to just above your knees and the amount of fabric left you swimming and shapeless.

Twiddling your thumbs, all you could do was wait for someone to come home and enter the room. Going by the sunlight it was nearing six pm and you knew Kento never worked overtime.

As if one cue, the front door swung open and muffled voices could be heard, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. Satoru’s loud chatter couldn’t be mistaken, nor the way Suguru laughed. Kento’s low grumble followed, and the three fell silent.

Footsteps clambered up the stairs, no doubt Satoru’s eager feet running to you. There’s the slightest creak of hardwood right outside the door and some hushed whispers, and then the lock is undone and the door swings open.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Suguru grins upon seeing you sitting up in bed, pulling the shirt down farther on your body to cover up your bare legs. They hadn’t put you in any undergarments, not that you were surprised by that fact.

You glared harshly at all three of them, your tail tucked away behind you. Still dressed in their business attire, they didn’t look like three foxes who would murder and kidnap. They looked respectable like any businessman should.

“Don’t give us that look, you’re where you belong.” Kento drawls, undoing his tie as he speaks. He’s tired, you can tell by the subtle bags under his eyes. Usually when he came over after work with Suguru, he’d silently cuddle up to you on the couch and lean his head on your shoulder, taking a nap as you played on your phone.

“N-no...no I’m not.” Tongue still feeling heavy from disuse, you slurred the words out. Satoru chuckled at you, hiding his laugh behind a few long fingers.

“You sound so cute, little sister! It makes me want to drug you again.”

“Ah, that’s right! Speaking of drugging, you need to apologize to Toru-nii.” Suguru pipes up, snapping his fingers like he’d just had an epiphany. “It wasn’t very nice that you drugged him, you know.”

“Don’t care.” Shaking your head, you turned away from them. Compliancy wasn’t something you were going to give easily, especially not so quickly. Humming softly, Satoru walked to the bed and sunk his knee down next to your leg, the mattress effortlessly dipping with his weight.

“Such a naughty kitty, aren’t you? Can’t even apologize to your big brother.” Hooking his finger through the front of the collar, Satoru yanked your head up and towards him. His fluffy white hair fell into his eyes, obscuring the deranged look he had. Forcing you to sit up a little straighter, he pushed a clawed finger into your mouth and pulled your cheek out.

“-top!” You tried to bite down on his finger but it was no use. Satoru shook your head, the wet gushy sound of your cheek slapping against your gums resonating in the room.

“Say you’re sorry and I will.” Letting go of the collar, he put two fingers into your mouth, skimming over your sharp teeth and pressing down on the back of your tongue. “Say ‘sorry Toru-nii’.” He mocked you in a high pitched voice. He knew you couldn’t speak properly and that just delighted him further.

Drool began to spill out of your mouth the more he played with you, pushing his fingers far enough to make you choke on them. Grabbing the tip of your tongue with his claws, he pulled it out of your mouth and leaned forward, spitting into your open mouth with practiced ease.

“You’ll apologize sooner or later.” Letting you go, Satoru stepped off the bed and to where he was previously standing, fingers glistening with your saliva.

“Are you hungry?” Suguru asked. His expression hadn’t changed during the whole exchange, just watching gleefully from the sidelines.

“No.” Your angry eyes flicked to Satoru for a moment before settling onto the floor.

“You will be.” Kento sighed. He’d fully shrugged his suit jacket off, both it and his tie in the crook of his elbow. “I’ll make dinner.” Leaving without another word, Satoru followed suit, leaving just you and Suguru.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, Suguru has the nerve to have an air of innocence around him. Twiddling his thumbs like an embarrassed high schooler about to confess, he bites his lip when he looks at you.

“I’m glad to have you back.” He says, just barely able to hide the bursting happiness in his chest. He doesn’t recoil at the glare you send him, his smile only gets bigger. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know.”

He takes a step forward, and your lip curls in anger.

Another step, and you scurry to the back of the bed, against the wall and plushies.

You’re fully hissing by the time his legs press against the bed. Fingers curled, you’re ready to swipe at him if he tries to grab you and you watch him closely as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“You never used to hiss at me...did something happen while you were away?” Pouting at you, Suguru fiddles with the blanket. Even with his supposedly relaxed demeanor, you can see the way his arms are flexing beneath his clothes.

His arm slowly reaches out to you, just grazing the skin on your legs before you tuck them under yourself. Trying again to grab onto your leg, Suguru does startle a little when your hand comes down and you swipe your claws on the back of it.

“That’s not very nice.” His skin is pebbling red and there’s a few dots of blood on his skin. Shaking his head, Suguru stands up and rubs the back of his hand, giving you a disappointed look.

There’s a mumble of Kento-nii as Suguru turns on his heels and leaves the room, closing the door and locking it with a soft click. Still on edge from the encounter, you don’t uncoil yourself until you hear Satoru and Suguru downstairs and the clinking of dishes.

The sun is completely down when someone visits you again. Your stomach has started to growl, but it’s a dull ache that you can manage to ignore for now. Trying not to appear too eager at who it might be, you only look at who enters through the corner of your eye.

Kento walks in with his styled hair tousled, like he’d been running his fingers through it a few good times. It’s not often you see him in casual clothes, but now he’s in gray sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt.

You stay perfectly still as he flicks a lamp on and takes a seat on the bed. There’s something clenched in his fist and you can’t see what. The wide expanse of his back is intimidating, getting larger with every deep and even breath he takes.

“I saw you scratched Suguru.” Kento finally breaks the silence between you and finally uncurls his fist to reveal the brown leather belt in his hands. It looks like the one he had on just a couple hours ago.

“K-kento-”

“And you still haven’t apologized to Gojo. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, or do you still want to be difficult?” With a sidelong glance, he doesn’t give you much time to consider. Reaching over, he grabs the collar by the metal and tugs you onto your hands and knees to face him.

His eyes dip down to the front of the shirt that’s drooped considerably off your frame, exposing your breasts to him. Tearing his eyes away, Kento unhooks the leash and forces you to lay across his lap, ass perched up as your stomach digs into the tops of his thighs.

“Kento-nii…” You whine high in the back of your throat, fingers curling around the blanket in fearful anticipation of the pain about to come. Kento doesn’t say anything, wordlessly pushing up the shirt until it’s pooling on your mid-back.

“You have to count them or I’ll start over.” Smoothing his hands over your ass, he curls your tail around his fingers and runs it through them.

“No, please.” Trying to shuffle out of his lap only earns you a hard smack on the ass from his hand. “Ow!” Lurching forward, you nearly slide off him and onto the floor before he catches you by the hips and puts you back in place.

“You don’t get to say no to this.” Kento almost sounds angry, the usual apathetic tone in his voice slipping away. Wrapping the belt securely around his hands, Kento delivers the first smack swiftly, his other hand making sure to hold you in place.

“Ow!”

“What do you say?” There’s already tears brimming in your lashes and you’re struggling for the words, and Kento spanks you again. “Don’t test me, kitty.”

“One!” You shout, looking over your shoulder at him pathetically. “K-kento-nii, I-” He cuts you off with another spank, quirking his brow as he waits for you to speak. “T-two.”

“So you can follow directions.” There’s a barely there roll of his eyes and he does it again, giving you two smacks in a row.

“Three, four.” Dropping your head to the mattress, your voice warbles as you continue to count. There’s no method to how Kento spanks you, sometimes doing multiple in a row and spreading them out over your ass and the tops of your thighs.

“That makes twenty and we only had to start over twice.” Kento is pleased with the achievement and there’s a soft smile on his face as he watches you sob into the mattress. Letting go of you, he unwraps the belt from his hand and rubs his palm over your hot, stinging skin.

His hand squeezes the aggravated flesh, digging the tips of his claws into the growing welts in your skin. Pushing apart your shaking legs, Kento runs a finger through your slit, the tip of his claw grazing your opening making you clench around nothing.

“Maybe I could give you a reward for being such a good girl.” He’s speaking to himself at this point, you’re too distraught to listen or care. You just let your thighs be pushed to accommodate the size of his hand between them.

Finding your clit, Kento presses firmly on the bud, circling his finger around and gauging your reaction. He holds his breath to hear even the slightest moan or whine from you that’s not out of pain, and even though you don’t want to, you give it to him.

The lingering pain in your body has clouded your mind, confused you to what other feelings you should be having in this moment. The pleasure Kento is giving you, rubbing your clit quickly with two fingers, is a feeling you greedily drink up.

Arching your back, you turn your head to look at him. Kento catches your gaze, raising his other hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears away with his thumb. Even though he’d just inflicted so much pain on you, the tenderness he showed now had you reeling.

“What a good little sister.” He coos as you cum with a few hiccuping moans. His fingers slow down as your body relaxes but he doesn’t fully withdraw his hand from your cunt. Swirling his fingers around and collecting your release, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Kento-nii.” Wiping your eyes childishly, you groan as he moves you off his lap and back onto the bed.

“Sshh, I’ll bring you dinner.” Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Kento grabs the discarded belt and leaves the room. Laying alone in the bed, you try to calm your racing heart and the hiccupped cry that just won’t seem to stop.

When Kento returns, he feeds you slowly. His cooking has never been one to disappoint and you gladly devour it, the warmth spreading in your belly pushing you to fully calm down. Rubbing his hand on your back, Kento calls you little sister freely and tells you about his day at the office. It’s almost like before, when he’d seat you on his lap while he was having a late night cup of tea and talk to you about how boring working was.

“Love you.” Kissing both your cheeks, Kento leaves almost thirty minutes after your plate is cleared. He’s rubbed lotion on your skin, not apologizing for his actions but helping you feel better about them.

There isn’t a clock on the wall but you can tell it’s late at night. You were engulfed in darkness now, Kento having turned the light off before he left. Crawling under the blankets, you’re tired after your punishment.

The sliding of the lock pricks the edges of your senses and you hold your breath. You already know who it is that’s coming to see you. Old habits die hard, especially when you make no move to break them.

“Sugu-nii.” You whine in protest, already shuffling over to make room for the large fox. Closing the door softly, he’s practically vibrating with happiness as he climbs into your bed.

“I heard you took your punishment well.” Wrapping his arm around your middle, Suguru forces you to turn over and face him. With the weight of his arm back around your waist, it’s like nothing has changed. It’s just like before when he’d crawl into your bed after a long night of studying and pass out.

“Yeah.” Too tired to truly put up a fight, you keep your eyes closed. You can find solace in the darkness behind your eyelids, not your older brother staring at you and grinning like a fool.

“Good girl.” Pulling you closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips before he kisses you. He’s never kissed you fully on the lips before and it has your eyes widening in shock.

“Sugu, wait-” Pushing against his cheek, you break the kiss for only a second before he’s pushing you to lay on your back. The pressure from the bed on your sore backside has you scrambling. “Ow, please not there.”

His face says it all, whatever plan he has in his head is working just like he wants. With a knowing grin, Suguru lays on his back and hauls you to lay on top of him. Pushing his hands under your shirt, he cups your ass softly, barely laying his hands on the still angry skin.

“Kiss me.” He whispers into the dark, easily finding your lips again. Kissing you softly, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip makes you purse your lips together tighter. Pinching right on a welt, Suguru shoves his tongue into your mouth when you yelp.

You can feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips and bumping into your own teeth as he pushes his tongue in, invading your mouth and claiming it for himself. His heart is beating hard underneath you, his tail lazily slapping against the bed.

His hands skim down your legs, parting them and wrapping them around his hips. In only a pair of loose sweats, you can clearly feel the bulge of his cock in them. It only takes one uncomfortable shift of your body to have him rocking up against you.

“Little sister…” He sighs against your mouth, pecking the corner. Planting a firmer grip on your hips, Suguru pushes his feet into the mattress and begins to hump you, soft pants falling from his mouth.

“Sugu-nii, stop.” You whine, balling your fists and gripping his clothes as he moves you. Dragging your sex against the front of his pants, the fabric brings rough friction on your clit, making you wet despite yourself.

Suguru ignores your little whimpers telling him to stop, they only spur him on if anything. Stopping for just a moment, he yanks his sweats down his thighs so you can hump against his underwear.

“Fuck-” Suguru nearly shouts the word. He can feel the heat from your cunt on his clothed cock, your lips molding around the shape of him without him having to do much. Throwing his head back into the pillow, Suguru sets a steady rhythm.

Dropping your head into the crook of his neck you squeeze your eyes closed, a shameful burn washing over you the same time pleasure shoots up your spine. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, he was your kidnapper, your adoptive brother, and yet here you were moving your hips in tandem with his.

“I love you.” Suguru says breathlessly, his voice tilting into a high whine at the end. “God, I love you so fucking much.” The bed is creaking loudly underneath him and you just know the other two can hear as well. “J-just wanna- I’m gonna breed you-”

“Sugu-nii, we can’t.” It wasn’t possible between you two, the difference in biology was too great. But Suguru didn’t care, as evident as him thrashing his head against the pillow.

“Yes! We- we can! I’m gonna breed you! My little...little sister.” One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your head against him, raking his nails against your scalp almost lovingly. “I love you so much I want you to have my- my-” He can’t even get the words out anymore.

But it’s not like you can really hear him over the sounds of your own whines, the bed creaking and his incessant panting. Your thighs are starting to burn the longer you go on, but chasing your high has made you delirious, pushing through it to get something nice out of this.

It only takes a few more drags of your clit against him to get you to cum, your balled up fists beating against his chest a little as you do. Suguru keeps going, a sobbing moan racking his chest as he hears you cum.

“So beautiful- m’little sister so perfect.” His words are slurred and his hips are moving overtime trying to prolong the moment. But he can’t stave off his orgasm any longer and it hits him like a train.

A few loud choking gasps fall from Suguru as his whole body tenses up and you feel the warm rush of cum shooting out of him and seeping into his underwear. He’s holding you so tightly it’s like he’s going to break every bone in your body.

When he finally calms down, you can hear him crying softly.

“Sugu-nii…” Pulling your head away, it’s shocking to see the display of emotion on his face. There’s a gentle stream of tears from both eyes, his lips quivering violently as he looks at you with so much adoration it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry, I just- I missed you so much.” Rubbing the back of your head now, Suguru sniffles childishly.

“Sugu-nii, don’t cry.” It’s unknown what possesses you to do this, but you lift a hand and wipe his tears away gently. For as long as you’ve known him, your brother has never cried in front of you. There had been times where you heard him crying after a particularly hard day at university or if he got physically injured, but you never saw it.

“Don’t cry, please, it’s okay.” Whispering into the dark, you kiss the corner of his lip and then his damp cheek. He chuckles through his crying, catching the hand still wiping his face.

“I should be doing that to you, not the other way around.” Lacing your fingers together, Suguru kisses your hand. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly pushes you off of him and sits up. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”

Silently, you watch him leave the room. The sheets are hot from the friction your bodies had created and you’re suddenly aware of the light layer of sweat sticking to your skin. The distant sound of a faucet running can be heard as you fix the pillows and blankets.

Suguru comes back a few minutes later, tears dry and in a new pair of underwear. Immediately cuddling up to you as he lays back down, he sighs contently and rests his hand right above the curve of your ass, playing with your tail between his fingers.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into your ear, giving a kiss at the base of it. You can’t find the words to say back to him, you’re not sure what would happen if you said them and you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t mean them if you did, so instead you push your head into his chest and hum.

“Goodnight, Sugu-nii.”

“Goodnight my love.”

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone. There’s not a sound in the house, not even the creak of floorboards downstairs to alert you to someone else's presence. Your collar is still on as tight as ever, the leash hooked onto it and wrapped around the bed post again.

Sitting up on your elbows, there’s a note on the bedside table waiting for you. It’s folded up so neatly you can tell Kento left it.

‘Gojo will be by at lunch. Be good.’

His handwriting is crisp and neat, the last two words punctuated with a bold underline. There’s a threat behind those words, one that your body still remembers from the other day. Folding the note back up you put it where it was left and hobble to your feet.

First trying the door, it’s unsurprising that it’s locked. Jiggling it a few times does nothing but rumble the frame. Quickly giving up, you set your sights on the rest of the room. The desk is a brand new pristine white, the chair a plush pink little number should you ever choose to sit on it.

There’s a few knick knacks from your old room, things you recognize surrounded by a sea of unfamiliarity. The drawers of the desk are empty, not even a single pencil left for you to play with.

Trying the windows next, they’re locked just as tightly as the door is. Looking down at the backyard, it’s pretty spacious with fresh cut grass and some lawn furniture spread out. The second window sees out to the quiet suburban street below where not a single person is walking by.

This isn’t just not the house you grew up in, the whole neighborhood is foreign to you. The street signs you can see aren’t registering in your head, no location is coming to mind when you read them. Suguru said he was taking you home, but where exactly is that?

Left with little choice, you pace back and forth in the room. There’s nothing here to really entertain you, just an obscene amount of plushies and some frilly clothes in the wardrobe.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” Satoru shouts as he opens the door. He always loved announcing his presence to you because he’d trained you to come running and hug him tightly whenever he came over to the house.

You still felt that urge today, walking closer to the door in anticipation before catching yourself and lightly slapping your cheeks. It was embarrassing that they’d managed to instill such behavior in you so well that it pervades your mind even now.

Waiting by the window, your skin tingles with goosebumps when Satoru opens the door. Dressed in what he called ‘boring business attire’ Satoru sauntered in and swiftly closed the door.

“How is my little sister today?” He cooed at you like you were a baby, wiggling his fingers cutely. His eyes flick to your collar, absent of it’s leash, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Fine.” Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you don’t know what to say. Usually you’d be hugging him right now, asking how his day at the office was and if he wanted to play a video game with you before dinner.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” Answering him quietly, you expect him to leave the room to go get food, or maybe take you with him to the kitchen. But Satoru is just standing there with his fluffy white tail swinging back and forth, his sunglasses perched atop his head. “What?”

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” He asks, raising a brow and waiting for you.

“What-” You’d almost forgotten about drugging him, but as you take a step back and your ass grazes the wall, you’re suddenly reminded. Satoru grins when your eyes raise a fraction and he waits smugly.

“Go on, say it.” He’s got an easy smile on his face, yet the way his body is tensed up is giving another signal.

“I…” Swallowing thickly, the longer you looked at Satoru the more you were reminded of the things he said at the club and how nonchalant he was about describing your parents murder. Biting your lip, you shook your head and his tail drooped.

“Hm, you won’t?” Tilting his head with a hum, Satoru looked you up and down. “I’ll give you another chance, kitty. Apologize to me or I might just have to take what I want.”

“No.” Shaking your head again sealed your fate.

“You really are something.”  Backing you fully up against the wall, Satoru pushed his chest against you and smacked his hand down on the wall next to your head. A thick silence settles between you as your breath mingles. The goosebumps on your flesh prick harder now out of fear and your hands come up in front of you to try and keep some semblance of personal space.

“Toru-nii!” You gasp as his other hand comes up to rest heavily at the base of your throat, pushing the collar up so his fingers can wrap around your neck. Satoru chuckles darkly, his sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips.

“You always did sound cute when you were afraid.” Satoru loved to make you watch scary movies with him just to hear you whine and complain in his lap. His hand squeezes your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make you squirm uncomfortably.

Shoving his knee between your legs, Satoru presses his thigh firmly against your sex. Taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the desk, he leans down and kisses you, immediately sinking his teeth into your lower lip.

“Toru-nii, that hurts.” You manage to pull your mouth away from him just long enough to feel the metallic tang of blood on the tip of your tongue. Grunting in reply, Satoru forces your mouth on his again, lapping at your irritated lip before pushing past it and tangling his tongue with yours.

Overtaking your senses, you struggle to keep upright. Between the jerky movements of his thigh between your legs and the sheer volume of his upper body leaning over you, it’s too much to take in. Pushing against his chest to try and create distance between you doesn’t work, and Satoru smacks your hands away.

“You’re gonna make it up to me, little sister.” Satoru’s tone of voice scares you, makes your ears stand on end from how low it is. His eyes are clouded over with lust and something else just beneath the surface, something that makes your knees lock up.

“What’re you-” Stumbling forward as he moves back, Satoru stops you from falling by catching you by the collar.

“Since you won’t apologize with words there’s something else you can do.” Flashing you a sadistic grin, Satoru all but tosses you onto the floor and leaves you there. Taking a seat on the bed with his legs stretched out onto the floor, he leans back on his hands and looks at you.

He’s looking at you expectantly with a bulge in his pants that’s impossible to miss or ignore. Flicking his chin down towards it, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling even bigger when you fumble to stand on your knees.

“C’mere little kitty, I know you know what I want.” Satoru hooks his finger at you, beckoning you closer. There’s no amount of pitiful looks or desperate little whimpers you can give him that will change the situation you’re in, and making him wait too long would only end badly.

Biting your tongue, you crawl to him and sit between his open legs. Resting your hands on his thighs, you rub up and down to try and soothe the nervousness in you.

“I’ve never...done this before, Toru-nii.” It truly was your first time, Suguru had made sure of it. He stopped any potential romances you ever could have had, even ones where you didn’t see any romantic potential yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.” Taking one of your hands off his leg and onto the front of his pants, Satoru doesn’t need to tell you to undo them. Shimmying his pants down his thighs, Satoru lets his cock free as well.

As soon as it’s out, it slaps against his stomach. Already dripping precum, the length makes you swallow thickly. There’s a trim patch of white hair at the top of his pubic bone and his cock is the same color as the rest of him, only the tip is a nice rouge.

“Go ahead little sister, take a lick.” Satoru grabs your jaw, already impatient and rushing you to put your mouth to use.

“Okay, okay.” You can’t shrink out of his hold, his claws dig into your skin too much. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and flick the tip of his cock.

There’s an immediate reaction to your action: Satoru twitches and his cock jumps, bouncing against your lip as his stomach contracts. It feels kind of good to know that such a small thing made him react that way, and it bolsters you with enough confidence to do it again.

“Now open your mouth a little more and suck on the tip.” Letting go of your jaw, he leans back to watch you work. Nodding, you do as you’re told and open your mouth. Taking the tip of his cock past your lips, you know enough to keep your teeth away.

Hollowing your cheeks, you keep your eyes locked on Satoru’s face to see his reaction as you suck. Your tongue rests against the tip, the unfamiliar taste of his precum coating the slimy muscle and making drool pool in your mouth.

“Take a little more in baby, it won’t hurt you.” He says it so gently, rubbing a hand at the base of your ears, that it almost feels like you two are dating. With an encouraging hum, Satoru helps you go down on him, putting a little more in your mouth until his length fills you and you have to stop him from hitting your throat.

“Shit, is that all you can take?” Satoru grunts and it’s unclear whether he’s happy about it or not. You don’t even have half his cock in your mouth yet and you already have to stop, reminding yourself to swallow so you don’t soak him completely in saliva.

Sitting up a little, Satoru quickly grabs something from his back pocket with his free hand: his phone. Pushing you down as you try to remove your mouth from him, you can’t stop him from taking a few pictures of you in the compromising position.

“Toru-nii, don’t!” He finally lets you up after a bit of struggling and you immediately try to take his phone away. “D-don’t take pictures of me!”

“But I want to save the memories.” He whines like a child, taking a few more and then tossing the device onto the bed.

“Delete them!” Reaching for the phone, you barely get a few centimeters towards it and Satoru is grabbing both your hands and pinning them to the mattress.

“Do what I tell you and maybe I will.” He squeezes your hands in a crushing hold for a few seconds before letting them go. Your fingers throb painfully but you have no time to soothe them; Satoru is already dragging you back to his cock.

You give him a lasting look before putting your mouth back on him, sucking the length of his cock you can fit comfortably in your mouth. Resting your hands at the base of his cock, you were content with the pace you set.

But Satoru wasn’t. He quickly grew bored of only seeing you take half of his cock. Grabbing his phone in one hand, he angled it down to your face as he put the other hand behind your head.

“C’mon little sis, you can do better than that, can’t you?” He asks softly, starting to push your head further down, the tip of his cock hitting your throat and trying to push past it. You start choking immediately, nostrils flaring as you try to pull away and breathe properly.

Satoru keeps a firm grip on your head however, only letting you get a few inches of reprieve before he pushes down again. Unused to the sensation you’re already feeling lightheaded, barely remembering to breathe through your nose.

“Be a good girl for me.” Satoru huffs, forcing you up and down his cock much faster than before. Unhinging your jaw doesn’t let much air flow into your mouth, if anything it only makes him go faster.

Tears blur your vision and drip down your face in messy lines, snot beginning to materialize at your nose. Satoru doesn’t take notice of the way your claws are digging into his skin, either that or he just doesn’t care. He especially doesn’t care after he forces his cock as far as it’ll go and you start to beat on his thighs.

“Fuck-” Drawing out the word, Satoru nearly drops his phone from the ripple of pleasure going up his spine. The click of your throat against the tip of his cock is enough to make him think he’ll cum early. “Kitty, you won’t mind if I…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, only leans over and props his phone on the nightstand. The blurry outline of you and him shines on the screen, and you'd knock the phone down if you weren’t struggling to focus on breathing. With both hands free, Satoru holds your head with both hands and sits up properly, back slightly bowing so he can look down on you.

The first thrust up into your mouth takes you by bitter surprise and your stomach lurches in turn, the fear of potentially vomiting on Satoru coming to the forefront of your mind. The second thrust, you still aren’t prepared for and just barely keep yourself from clamping your teeth down onto his cock.

By the third thrust you’ve learned to give up what little control you’re trying to salvage. Letting your mouth hang open, you can’t care anymore about soaking the front of Satoru’s pants in your spit. All you can think about is breathing, no matter how hard that might be.

“Fuck, what a- a good girl you are.” Satoru can barely breathe himself, but for a different reason. His stomach is tight, all the muscles in his body are tensed painfully as he fucks your mouth. This is something he’s been dreaming about ever since he met you, ever since you sat on his lap for the first time and told him how much you loved big brother Toru-nii.

The strain in your neck is nearly as bad as your jaw as Satoru uses you for his own gain. Your fingers are cramping as they continue to dig into his thighs, the smooth expanse of skin threatening to break from how hard you're gripping him.

“Shit-” Cursing angrily, Satoru holds you down on his cock. There’s no warning from him as he shoots cum down your throat, only slight thrusts up as he does it. You have no choice but to swallow it all, the motions of your throat making Satoru grind into you a bit more.

As soon as Satoru lets you go, you’re collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air. Throat fucked completely raw, you can’t even make a sound as you sob and try to wipe away the snot that’s dripped down your face.

“Made me cum so quick, are you sure this is your first time?” Satoru jokes, tucking himself back into his pants and standing up. Looking down at your crying form, Satoru doesn’t have a lick of remorse on his face.

“T-tor-” Trying to speak is far too painful and Satoru grins at your inability to do it. Scooping you up under the armpits, he pulls you onto the bed with a pleased hum.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just said sorry.”

“M’sorry.” It’s too late now, far too late, but you still say it and Satoru still grins at you.

“I know you are.” Kissing you on the forehead, he stands up and walks to the door. “See you after work, little sis.” Waving goodbye over his shoulder, Satoru leaves the room. Too upset to care about the rumble in your empty stomach, you turn to face the wall and sleep off what just happened.

You don’t wake until there’s a tugging on your collar. Opening up puffy, bloodshot eyes, they follow the line of the leash up to who’s holding it.

“Sugu-nii?” Letting yourself get pulled up and out of bed, the light of the hallway burns your eyes when you enter it.

“It’s time for dinner.” He hums, playing with the leash between his fingers. “Since you were so good for Toru-nii, I thought it’d be a nice reward for you to eat with all of us.” Taking a pause, Suguru looks at you over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice, (Y/N)?”

“Yes.” Your voice is still a little rough and your hand flies up to rub at your throat. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only chuckles under his breath. Leading you down the stairs, he keeps a tight hold on the leash as you go from the bottom step to the dining table.

Kento and Satoru are already there, Satoru waiting at the set table while Kento does a few finishing touches on dinner in a plain black apron. There are only three chairs at the table, and Satoru doesn’t offer to have you sit on his lap.

“Where do I…” You trail off, looking at everyone in the room as they avoid your curious gaze.

“You’ll sit on the floor until you prove you’re a good girl.” Kento is the one to answer your question as he sets the last of the food on the table.

“But-”

“Don’t argue. Only good little girls get to sit at the table, and you’ve yet to prove you can be good.” His voice is firm, dripping with authority that you wouldn’t have dreamed of challenging before.

“Kento-nii, I-”

The rebuttal you had was snatched away by the sharp yank of the leash, cutting your air off as Suguru pulled high up by his head.

“Little kitty, listen to your big brother please.” He sang the words but the way Suguru was looking at you and choking you with the collar told his true nature. Loosening his hold once he was sure you wouldn’t speak again, Suguru led you to a corner of the wall by the table where a cushion was waiting for you.

They were at least nice enough to give you a plate and utensils instead of making you eat out of a dog bowl like Satoru jokingly suggested. None of them addressed you as the meal progressed, not sparing you a single glance or second thought.

Your plate was cleared long before theirs and although you wanted to get up and put your plate away, maybe attempt to either go back to your room or slide into the conversation, you sat completely still on the cushion, fiddling with the edges of it and simply waiting.

“(Y/N).” Kento snapped his fingers, catching your attention as he stood up. “Help me with the dishes.” Standing up slowly, you gathered the empty plates Kento put into your hands and walked to the sink.

You only stood alone at the sink for a few minutes, filling the sink with hot water over the dishes and gathering soap on the sponge, before Kento came and slinked in behind you. Putting his arms around you, he slid his fingers through yours and held them tightly under the water.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear, laying his cheek atop your head and nuzzling into you. His whole body wrapped around you, his chest greatly expanding with air as he inhaled your scent and rocked you slightly. “Everything will go back to normal soon, promise.” You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but you didn’t get the chance to answer.

“Aw, look at you being all soft.” Satoru giggled behind you, going up to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“Fuck off.” Kento growled, whipping his head around to glare at the intruder. Slinking away with a vicious giggle, Satoru could be heard talking to Suguru about what he just saw. Heaving an annoyed sigh, Kento unwound one hand from yours and started to clean the dishes.

Working quietly together, Kento kept himself pressed against you the entire time. He didn’t speak much, occasionally giving you a kiss on the head or taking a dirty pan from you to leave it to soak. When the sink was clear and your fingers were properly wrinkled, he stepped back and grabbed the leash you’d managed to forget about.

Following him out of the kitchen, you glanced at Satoru and Suguru sitting together on the couch playing some game you could never quite get the hang of no matter how many times they tried to teach you.

“Oh, time for a bath already.” Suguru glanced at the two of you and tossed his controller onto the couch. Standing up and cracking a few bones, Suguru took the leash from Kento and led you up the stairs.

Ever since Suguru’s interest in you turned more obsessive, bathing yourself became something you grew to detest. He would often find some way to barge in while you were taking a shower, trying to sneak peeks at your naked body all lathered up and sometimes trying to join you. Even after locking the door, he still found ways to pick it when he could and leer at you through the crack in the door, and you were pretty sure he installed a few hidden cameras as well. And during the times he didn’t actively snoop on you, he would be waiting in your room for you to come in clad in only a towel.

This time was no different. There was already a clean towel waiting for you in the bathroom, and your favorite products all lined up on the counter that Suguru was leaning on. Unclipping the leash, he was gentle in undoing the collar.

“Would you rather take a bath or a shower?” He whispered, already grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off.

“Bath.” Folding your arms over your chest did little to truly preserve your modesty, but it was better than nothing. Nodding, Suguru turned the tap on and the roar of the water filled the air. For a brief moment, you hoped he would just be content with sitting on the closed toilet lid and watching you, but you should have known better.

As the tub was filling up, Suguru began to take his clothes off as well, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Steam clouded in the air, making the fur of your tail and ears damp and clump together.

“I got you something from that store you really like.” Suguru digs into the medicine cabinet for a moment, pulling out a deep purple bath bomb with specks of gold glitter. He grins widely at you before dropping it into the tub where it sinks to the bottom with a ‘thunk’.

When the bath is full enough and the powder halfway dissolved, Suguru nudges you gently into the tub. You’ve tried to stay out of his line of sight as the water poured into the tub, but now you were on full display as you climbed in and he followed suit.

Holding your breath, Suguru climbs in after you. His fluffy tail immediately soaked up the water, the fur getting weighed down and heavy. Pulling you flush against his open legs, you can feel his soft cock resting on your lower back.

“Isn’t this nice?” Suguru whispers, the only sound to offset the silence is the occasional drip from the faucet. Swishing the purple water between his fingers, Suguru wraps an arm just under your breasts.

The gold glitter sticks to your fingers when you move them through the water and bring them up to the surface. The scent of the bath bomb is nice enough, truly one of your favorites, but it didn’t bring you any peace like it usually did.

You couldn’t relax and Suguru could tell. You refused to lean your back onto his chest, and whenever he tried to intertwine your fingers together you slipped out of his grasp. Leaning your head away from him, the water just barely brushed your collarbones.

“You’re awfully quiet, little sister. Something on your mind?” Running a wet hand down your back, Suguru lets his claws graze your skin and leave goosebumps.

“No.” The word slips from your mouth and for a moment you’re not sure he heard you because there’s no immediate response. But Suguru is always listening to you and he definitely heard you.

“Hm, then why don’t you try and relax?” The arm under your breasts tightens and Suguru yanks you effortlessly back onto him. Pushing your head to lay on his chest, Suguru peers over your shoulder down the expanse of your naked body.

“Stop.” Scrambling to clench your legs closed and cover yourself, the heat from the water only adds to the burn in your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t I get to see how my little sister grew up? You’ve become quite beautiful, you know.” His other hand rests on your knee, fingers splaying out and, if he really tried, he could wrap almost your entire leg in his hand. “But, you’ve always been beautiful, ever since we met.”

Giving you a kiss on the side of your head, Suguru wrenches your legs apart with one swift motion. You barely have time to make a sound let alone react, and Suguru is already shoving his hand between your legs by the time you do.

“Sugu-nii!” Clutching his wrist, you try in vain to yank him away from cupping your sex with his hand. “Don’t- don’t touch me there!” Digging your claws into his arm, you let out a low whine.

“Don’t be so shy, I need to check down there. You were gone for so long, who knows what you were up to.” Laughing softly at your discomfort, Suguru slips two fingers into your slit, the warm water helping his fingers glide along your cunt.

“I’m still a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.” Craning your head up to the ceiling, you can’t stand to look at his hand moving between your tightly clenched thighs.

“Mmm I still think I should check.” Keeping you untouched was one of Suguru’s life missions. He was distraught when you told him you’d had your first kiss, utterly shattered when you mentioned potentially having a crush on the person. After that singular moment, he vowed to ruin any potential romance and to stop you from ever having sex with someone he didn’t approve of.

Swirling his fingers around your clit, Suguru chuckled as he made your legs twitch. He knew the motion was purely automatic, but he still took it for all it was worth. Pressing more firmly against it, his other hand snaked up to wrap around one of your breasts.

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you clenched them tightly together. Suguru heard it, how could he not? It was all he needed to keep going, not that he would have stopped even if you asked.

“Pretty little girl you are.” He hummed, tweaking your nipple gently in his fingers. Prodding your entrance with one finger, he quickly retracts it when you let out a pained whine. “Just checking, just checking.”

“I wasn’t lying.” You huff, once again trying to squirm out of his hold.

“And for that you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” His fingers are already rubbing your clit under the water, sloshing and splashing some of it onto the ground. Keeping his lips firmly pressed against your head, Suguru groans deeply in his chest.

“Sugu-nii...please…” Screwing your eyes closed, you’re not sure what you’re asking for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? Based on the way your hips are grinding against him, you can easily find the answer.

Suguru’s ministrations are deft, like he’s done this countless times before. And perhaps he has on other women, and that thought bitterly crosses your mind for a moment, but it’s dashed out just as quickly when he pinches your clit.

“Moan my name when you cum.” His breathing is ragged, almost as if Suguru is going to cum as well. Nodding drunkenly, only a supply of soft moans fall from your mouth. The hands that were gripping his arm have fallen slack and to the wayside, one of them gripping the side of the tub.

Turning your head to bury your face into his neck, you inadvertently press open mouthed kisses onto him as you pant and moan. Your sharp teeth graze Suguru’s neck every so often and he leans into the touch, fingers working overtime on your clit.

“Su-Sugu-nii!” Pushing your face into him, you cum with a short, high pitched cry of his name. With a long groan, Suguru works you through your orgasm and presses kisses to your head.

“Good girl.” He sighs when you finally come down, relaxed and pliant in his hold now. Slowly withdrawing his hand from your cunt, Suguru leans back against the tub contently. Laying in silence for a moment, you try and push the shame away that’s creeping up from the base of your spine.

Silently, you lean forward to grab the other products still waiting untouched on the counter. Opening the body wash he’d set out, you take the cloth he’d left as well, intent on scrubbing yourself raw and cleaning away the moment you just had.

Freshly bathed, moisturized and dressed in a new oversized shirt you didn’t own an hour later, the weight of the collar put back around your neck was starting to become familiar. Back in your room, you and Suguru laid together, the soft sound of evening rain helping you fall asleep.

Waking up to the sound of a blaring smoke alarm, the previous relaxing night was ripped away from you. Bolting upright and stumbling out of bed in a dazed panic, you try the bedroom door. It’s still locked, not budging as you attempt to force it open.

“Hello?!” You scream, anxiety rising the longer the alarm goes off.

“It’s okay!” Satoru calls back to you, voice muffled and distant. He’s clearly downstairs, hopefully dealing with whatever set the alarm off. “Just cooking!” As soon as he says that, you immediately relax.

Satoru wasn’t known for being a good cook, or even a very decent one. Whenever he tried, he always ended up burning something or making the food taste horrible. Letting go of the doorknob, you were right in assuming he hadn’t changed; the smell of something burnt wafted through the vents and up to your room.

Ten minutes later, Satoru unlocked and flung open the door with excitement brimming on his face.

“I made breakfast, come on down.” Quickly clipping the leash to the collar, he practically drug you down the stairs in his eagerness for you to eat his food. Whatever was waiting for you on the dining table looked less than appetizing, your stomach churned just looking at it.

Taking a seat, Satoru wound the leash around his fingers, drawing you closer and closer until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Resting a hand high up on your thigh, Satoru pulled the plate closer.

“Doesn’t it look good?” He asked, a childish giggle behind his words.

“Sure.” You fought to keep your face neutral, but it was hard when you took the first bite and wanted to spit it out right away. Knowing Satoru though, he wouldn’t let you cook anything for yourself, wanting you to eat what he made you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Sure.” Nodding through clenched teeth, you quickly changed the subject. “Toru-nii, why aren’t you at work?”

“Took the day off. Wanted to get reacquainted with my little sister.” Squeezing your thigh with a big grin, Satoru grabbed your utensil from your hand. “And maybe later we can go to the corner store and get ice cream!”

Even though you knew you’d have to jump through some hoops before going outside, just the mere mention of leaving this house making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You ate Satoru’s bad cooking with vigor, offering to wash the dishes as soon as you were done.

Retiring to the couch, Satoru laid a blanket over the two of you as he flicked through the TV channels. Just as Satoru picked some random shitty movie to play in the background while he got down to the true fun, the mailman came.

“One sec.” Shifting you off his lap, Satoru dragged his feet grabbing the mail. There were quite a few envelopes in his hand when he returned, and a few of them you recognized from the insurance company your parents used and signed you up for.

“What’s this?” Forcing your way to his side once again, you read over the first letter. It was from your parents life insurance, stating that you were the sole inheritor of all the money in the policy.

“Looks like you got a pretty penny, baby.” Satoru grinned as he read over the next letter, one from the bank stating that all the money from your parents accounts would be transferred to you. There was also one from their will, naming you the only one that gets money from the meager stocks they’d invested in.

“Did- did you all set this up?” Remembering what Satoru had said about Kento setting up a trust fund for you, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Oh yeah, Kento is pretty smart when it comes to forging signatures and insurance documents.” Flicking the open letters onto the coffee table, Satoru opened a thick envelope, and the words at the top made your heart stop.

“Why uh, why is this letter talking about a house fire? What is this payout?” Snatching the letter from Satoru, you didn’t blink as you read over it. “Why is my address on here? Why are they talking about a fire at my address?”

You knew the answer, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. It was spelled out clear as day on the paper, that the house you’d been adopted into and grown up in had been set ablaze in some random arson attack and that you and Suguru were going to get a very large sum of money for the damages to the now unlivable abode.

You knew the answer, yet you still needed Satoru to say it aloud, confirm what you already knew.

“There might have been a little accident at your old house after you left.” Gingerly taking the letter from you, Satoru read it over himself. “If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t just set fire to your house. We did the whole street ya know, to make it more believable.”

It made sense why you were in a new home in a new neighborhood you’d never been in. He didn’t want you to be familiar with the area or try and contact the neighbors. You didn’t know where you were, all you knew was the house you were currently in.

“Now let’s watch a movie! Kento likes to handle all the file organization!” Hooking his arm around your shoulder, Satoru pulled you to his side. Your body was stiff and unyielding, frozen in shock and mind still reeling.

“T-toru-nii.” Forcing your voice to work, you stared at the opening credits. “Can we go to the store now? I’m in the mood for some- for some uhm, snacks.”

“Yeah, why not. We can have a little movie marathon.” Pausing the TV, Satoru stretched and groaned. “Go ahead and get changed in your room, I’ll wait down here.”

“Okay.” Keeping your legs as steady as possible, you went up to your bedroom. Shaking fingers picked out the least offensive clothing they left for you, a simple pair of leggings and a plain shirt and hoodie that weren’t previously owned by a very large fox.

Walking hand in hand down the street with Satoru, you tried to keep the collar around your neck hidden. He’d been gracious enough to take the leash off, stuffing it in his back pocket as a warning before exiting the house.

Being outside and breathing in the crisp air helped clear your head a little. There was only so much you could do to calm yourself in this situation, and having the wind go by and make your ears twitch was one of them.

It was a short walk to the store in question, and Satoru stayed close by you the entire time you were there. His figure lingered around you, trailing you through the aisles and sometimes keeping a few fingers hooked in your hood just in case.

Standing outside the store, Satoru had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the bag of treats in his hand. He had been unusually quiet upon leaving, and that almost always meant he was up to something.

“Hey, stay out here for a little bit, I need to go back in and get something for Suguru.” The bait was right in your face. Satoru held a lingering gaze with you out of the corner of his eye as he went back into the store. He was practically telling you to make a run for it now. To try and escape him, even though there truly was no hope of outrunning him.

It was painfully obvious what was going to happen, or at least what Satoru wanted to happen. He liked to play chase with you, running after you at the park on warm sunny days, or with snowballs in hand during winter. He always said it was just instinct to want to chase pretty little things like you.

Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you took one look at the closed doors of the store and ran for it. As you rounded the corner, you swore that the sound of Satoru’s laughter reached your ears. You willingly stepped into his trap, the most obvious one he’s ever set.

But the smidgen of hope you had of hiding from him and getting away again outweighed how stupid you felt for giving into his desires. Running through empty suburban streets close to noon, you felt like you were in a different world. None of the streets looked like ways out to a main road, and as you kept running, it felt like you were going in circles.

“Gotcha.” Satoru announced as he appeared around a corner, a crazed look in his eyes. His fur was standing on end, electrified from the adrenaline of chasing you. Grabbing your wrist as you tried to sidestep him, Satoru laughed and hugged you to his chest. “I knew you would run, I just fucking knew it.”

You had nothing to say, hanging your head limply in his hold. Satoru rocked you side to side, his racing heart struggling to calm down.

“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t do it, that you’d be a little smarter than this and know to stay in your place. But at the end of the day, you’re just a dumb little house cat.” Releasing you, Satoru grabbed your hand tightly. “Now we can really have some fun.”

The fun Satoru mentioned didn’t come when you got back home. Stepping back through the threshold, you were ushered back into your room with a few of the snacks and left to your own devices. Satoru had made a phone call after locking the door, the exhilaration in his voice making him breathless as he walked away and babbled to whoever on the other line.

You weren’t visited for a whole day. No one came to knock on your door to feed you, there weren’t any late night visits from Suguru. It was as if they’d forgotten about you, walking past the locked door with no regard to who lay on the other side.

A full three days of isolation passed before Suguru opened the door. It was the weekend and they’d all been home all day, you could hear them moving around downstairs and Satoru certainly seemed excited about something.

Ravenously hungry, you ate the small meal he brought you immediately. Too focused on eating, you didn’t care about the slightly strange taste or the way Suguru watched you intently to make sure you ate every last drop.

“You need to change.” His eyes flitted over the clothes you still had on from your last outing. A displeased frown graced Sugurus face, and he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open a few drawers.

You hadn’t really taken a look inside too closely at what they’d left for you. Only briefly digging around to change, there wasn’t a real need to switch up your outfits seeing as you didn’t leave the room.

“Put this on.” Turning to you, Suguru held up a pretty pink lacy bra and panties set.

“Why?” Swallowing thickly, you took the garments that were thrust into your hands.

“You’ll see. Just get changed and come out when you’re ready. You can put my shirt on over it.” Suguru spoke quickly and left the room, leaning on the door as soon as it was closed. Thumbing over the fabric, thoughts jumped in and out of your head at what he could possibly need from you in this outfit.

But something else was taking shape in your mind, a slow drip that wouldn’t leave. The tips of your fingers were tingling and your tongue started to feel heavy. Just standing up to disrobe had you lightheaded, skimming your fingers across your naked skin had you clenching your thighs together.

“Sugu-nii, open up.” You called to him, a concerned whine at the end of your voice. You’d changed just like he’d asked, and you were happy you had because you were starting to get sweaty.

“Let’s go.” He quickly undid the collar on your neck and led you down the stairs, making sure you didn’t trip on your increasingly shaky legs. Coming to the lounge room, you were greeted by Satoru and Kento, and an unknown older third man was leaning against the wall, a long skinny black tail dangling behind him.

“What a cutie.” The man chuckled, looking you over with sharp golden eyes. Planting you in the middle of the room, Suguru left you to stand on your own. Your own eyes looked back at the man, taking in the curved black ears atop his head and his wide chest.

Standing still was proving to be a struggle for you. Whatever was happening had made you delirious, all the blood seemed to be rushing straight between your legs. Just being stared at was enough to make heat burn your cheeks in an embarrassing way.

“So you said I could do anything?” Looking past you and to your brother, the man grins wide when Suguru nods his head. Stalking closer to you, you can see the scar on the edge of his lip and the very large canine teeth inside his mouth.

Speaking was also a struggle, evident in the way you couldn’t properly get any words out, only a few nondescript sounds trickled out. Shuffling back as the man got closer, you were completely enveloped in him when he opened his arms wide, taking up all the space in your vision.

“Hey little kitty-cat.” Putting a large hand on your head, he rubs your head gruffly. The sensation makes your knees buckle, tingling pleasure from his touch spreading across your upper body. “Name’s Toji.”

“He-hello.” Forcing the word out, now that he’s so close you can finally discern what animal he was, a smooth black panther. You hadn’t seen them a lot, only catching a few glances of a couple hybrids when you were at the hostess bar and they always seemed so elusive.

“Who knew you could sound so cute all drugged up like that?” Toji cooed, rubbing your head again. “You gonna introduce yourself to me? I am your brothers’ guest after all.”

“I don’t think she can.” Suguru chuckled from the couch. He, Satoru and Kento were enraptured with the scene before them. Seeing you dwarfed by their size had become something they were accustomed to, but seeing you look so tiny against an imposing figure like Toji stirred something in them.

“Poor little thing.” With a mocking laugh he dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you. “Lets see if you can follow directions now, hm? Take this off for me.” Flicking his chin at you, he waited with bated breath.

“Sugu...nii…” Scrunching your brows together, you looked at him. Even with your mind full of nothing but the intense ache between your legs, you still had enough sense to try and figure out what was going to happen.

“Don’t be shy baby, do as he says.” Suguru made no move to come and help you or offer any explanation. Looking to Kento and Satoru, neither of them were any help.

“Don’t make me wait all day.” Toji snapped his fingers in your face, bringing you back to staring at him. He took one look at your still concerned expression and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it for you then, princess.”

Toji wasn’t gentle when he took your shirt off, practically ripping it off your body with his sharp claws. There was a collective gasp from the couch and Toji let out a low whistle upon seeing your body in lingerie.

“You really are something, huh?” Grasping your upper arm, Toji turned you around to stare at your ass, giving your tail a sharp tug that made you keen and arch your back. “So responsive too. Good to see the drugs working.”

Wading through the thicket in your foggy mind, it all made sense now. Why you were moaning so loudly just from Toji hugging you to his body and raking his nails lightly against your skin. Why just feeling the barrel of his chest against your back had your spine tingling with nerves.

“Sugu!” Reaching out for him, you could only lean so far forward away from Toji.

“Be quiet baby, take your punishment like a good girl.” He chided, actively palming over the growing tent in his pants.

“Sugu!” Huffing again, you strained against Tojis hold.

“Hey, didn’t he say be good?” Toji quipped and smacked your thigh. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, making you jump high into the air. It hurt, the force of his smack and the lingering pain after, but somewhere in you, you enjoyed it.

Turning you around, Toji wasted no time in kissing you. Grabbing your chin tightly, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Easily overwhelming you with the strength in his kiss, Toji palmed your ass roughly. Pushing you against his growing cock, he kissed you until you were so lightheaded your legs gave out.

“Ha, this’ll be too easy.” Letting you fall to the floor, Toji peeled his shirt off and cracked the bones in his neck. The cold hardwood offered no reprieve to your burning skin, and Toji quickly descended onto you.

Caging you in with his knees on either side of you, Toji grabbed both breasts, squeezing them so hard tears sprang to your eyes instantly. Your hands weakly attempted to push him away, stop him from pulling at your nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.

“Hey, knock it off.” The slap across the face was an unexpected sensation, your head turning to the side as his palm went across your cheek. Gasping loudly, the tears that gathered at your lashes began to fall as the pain radiated across your face.

Choking out a sob, you tossed an arm over your face to shield yourself from any more. The painful treatment of your breasts was all you could focus on and you actively had to stop yourself from trying to push him away again.

“She learns quick.” Toji remarks to the group watching you with their cocks out.

“Always has.” Kento replies smoothly, like he didn’t have his pants around his knees with his half hard cock in his hand. Turning back to you, Toji rips your arm off your face.

“Don’t think you can hide from me now, little one.” Pinning your arms to your side, Toji leaned over you and bit down on the side of your neck. Screeching and arching your back, you squirmed and whined from the pain.

You could feel the light amount of blood trickle down your neck and his rough tongue lap it up. Soothing the bite, Toji went down a few inches and did it again, littering your whole neck with bites hard enough to break skin.

Moving down to your chest, he sucked angry marks into your skin, biting down a tad softer here.  The drug they’d given you had perfectly done its job in making you more sensitive to touch and the trace amounts of pleasure you were getting from this weren’t enough to outweigh the pain.

“Toji.” Throwing your head to the side as he bit down on your shoulder, your breath left you when he peered back at you with his intense gaze. Leveling you with a single stare, Toji returned his attention to your chest and ripped your bra clean off your body.

“Nice fucking tits.” He smiled maliciously, squeezing them as hard as he could between his fingers. He reveled in your pained squirming and the way you couldn’t hold back moaning in pain.

Letting go of your breasts, he laid a hard slap across your chest, and then another the other way. He slapped your breasts at least ten times, not that you could keep track from the way it hurt.

Pinching and twisting your nipples, Toji wrapped one in his lips and bit down. Your hands slapped against the ground, sharp wails leaving you as he let go and bit the flesh of your breasts as hard as he had done to your neck.

“Fuck kitty, you made me so hard.” Lightly slapping your face side to side, Toji forced you to look down at his cock, now unrestrained and freed from his baggy pants. It looked massive even compared with how large his body was, and when he wrapped his hand around it you could feel the blood leave your face.

Toji ripped your panties off with one swipe, dangling the tattered fabric from his fingers before tossing it to the side where your bra was. Pushing your knees up and nearly hitting you in the face, Toji peered down at your cunt.

“So fucking wet.” He mumbled, swiping a finger up your slit and presenting it to you. “Fucking dripping, huh.”

“Sugu!” Whipping your head to the side, you looked at Suguru with wide eyes. Fear struck a chord in you, Suguru had always drilled it into your head that your virginity was something special, making you promise over and over that you would save it for the right person.

And you had strong doubts that Toji was the right person to take it.

“Calm down baby. I said this was a punishment after all, didn’t I?” Suguru was languidly stroking his hard cock, a cocky smile on his face as he drank in your apprehension.

“But- no, no!” Shaking your head hard enough to make it hurt, you cried unabashedly. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t be having sex for the first time on a cold hardwood floor with a stranger while your brother and his friends watched.

“Yes, yes!” Toji mocked your frantic voice, landing slaps on the backs of your thighs as you began to cry. “Don’t act all high and mighty now. Your brothers sold you out to me like some cheap whore, now take what I give you.”

“No!” Sobbing now, it only got louder when Toji slapped your cunt with his full hand. Your legs shook violently as he slapped you again, putting more weight into his hand.

“God, I could listen to you all fucking day.” Toji let your legs go, slapping your cunt one last time to see you jump and writhe. Nestling between your legs, he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. “Be nice and loud for us now.”

Guiding the tip of his cock into your entrance, Toji thrust his cock in with one smooth motion of his hips. Bottoming out immediately, he threw his head back and sighed. This was the first time you had anything inside you besides your own fingers and to say it hurt was an understatement.

Despite how wet you were from the drug, you had no prep for the immense stretch of Tojis cock inside you. You weren’t sure if any amount of preparation would have been enough to take him, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

The slow drag of his cock against your walls as he pulled out caught your attention. You were still sobbing, still shaking and clearly distraught, but nobody cared. They were all getting off on seeing Toji fuck you, all of their eyes bouncing between your face to where you were connected with him.

“Gojo you were right, I think I might cum quick.” They shared a laugh, Satoru echoing the sentiment back to him. Pushing back in, Toji held your hips tight enough to bruise them, digging painful fingerprints into your flesh that would linger for a long while after he left.

Setting a quick pace, Toji bounced you back on his cock as he thrust forward, dragging you across the floor with every motion. The sweat collecting on your skin helped it not to catch on the wood, but the glide was still irritating.

Putting your ankles on his shoulders, Toji bent your pliant body in half. He met no physical resistance from you, ignoring the way you groaned at the stretch and leaning over to put his forehead against yours.

“For a virgin you sure are flexible, maybe I’ll have to come back and have some more fun with you.” The deep rumble of his voice clouded your senses and you could feel the intensity behind his stare even as you closed your eyes tightly.

Rutting into you, the tip of Tojis cock bumped painfully against your cervix, forcing tears to drip out of your eyes with every thrust in. His entire being had completely consumed you, from the arbitrary way the tip of his tail swished against your bare thigh to the all consuming feeling of his cock pounding into you.

Getting used like a piece of meat, fucked into the very floor you’d have to walk on later, burned you with shame. Distressed moans turning into ones of burgeoning pleasure helped push that feeling even further and when you turned your head to see all three men furiously jerking their cocks, cheeks flushed red and sweat forming on their brows, you couldn’t help but wonder why they were letting this happen.

If they loved you as much as they claimed, why were they letting this man do this to you? He had slapped you all over your body, littered bloody bite marks across every inch of skin he could, and he had taken the one thing you were taught was sacred to you. Toji was nothing like your brothers, he was crass and unyielding, smacking you in the thighs as he fucked you.

He was so unlike them, the difference was astounding. The nasty words he snarled out to you, calling you a worthless little virgin and just a hole to be fucked, hurt you. Your brothers, as mean as they could be to you, would never say such nasty things. Even when Kento spanked you, he made it all better in the end.

Toji offered no happy ending, taking and taking from you until you couldn’t breathe anymore from the weight pressing down on your chest. Forcing you to kiss him, Toji growled into your mouth as he came abruptly.

Warmth flooded you, his syrupy cum smearing and coating every inch of your cunt. Grinding against you, he let your legs fall to the ground as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. You were nearly unconscious when he finally pulled away from your lips, head falling to the side to see the three men all cumming as well.

“Y-you’re still hard?” Satoru gaped, milking his own cock for the last few drops of cum.

“Why does the little princess here have to be the only one drugged up?” Toji chuckled. Mentally and physically drained already, you were becoming practically comatose in his hold. Flipping you over onto your stomach, Toji peered down at your eyes slipping away. “Looks like she’s all tuckered out.”

Grabbing your ass, he spread your cheeks apart and revealed your puckered asshole. Spitting down onto it, he swirled his finger around it shortly, gathering up the cum and slick between your legs as added lubricant to push his finger through the tight ring of muscle.

“That’s okay, little kitty-cat, just go to sleep.” Pushing his finger all the way down to the knuckle, Toji smoothed a hand on your lower back and purred as he watched you fall unconscious. “Your uncle Toji will take good care of you.”

When you awoke again, you were back in your bed. Back in the room that wasn’t yours, in the house that you hadn’t grown up in, in a neighborhood you had no clue about. The collar was back around your neck, not as tight as before but still weighing just as heavy.

Every part of your body ached. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t hurt, all your muscles screamed in agony as you tried to move. There was a sharp, burning pain between your legs, raised teeth marks dotting along all the skin you touched, and your eyes were puffy and dry.

Parched beyond all belief, you struggled to grab the cup of water left on the nightstand. Nearly spilling it from how shaky your hands were, you gulped down the liquid greedily. It wasn’t enough to soothe your aching throat, but it was a start.

The sun moved across the room as you floated in and out of consciousness, casting beams of light in different directions every time you opened your eyes. There wasn’t much your body was willing to let you do, forced to just lay in bed under the fluffy blankets and wonder when someone would come to see you.

“(Y/N).” A soft whisper accompanied the slow creak of the door as it opened. The three men you’d been waiting for appeared, gentle expressions on all their faces. Suguru was the first to reach out and touch you, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed.

“It hurts.” You whisper back, wincing as you try and fail to sit up.

“Yeah, I bet. Uncle Toji did a number on you, didn’t he?” Suguru was speaking to you like you were a stupid child, his tone low and even.

“He did.” Barely nodding, your eyes flicked to Satoru and Kento. Satoru looked ready to jump into bed with you, his tail flicking in thinly veiled excitement behind him. Kento remained stoic, his arms crossed but his eyes never leaving yours.

“I hope now you understand how good you have it.” Kento said, the ever present sternness in his voice.

“Yeah (Y/N), men like Toji are all over the place, and one of them could have done something worse to you while you were away in Tokyo!” Satoru couldn’t help but chime in, stepping closer as he spoke.

“That’s true. We only let him have you for one night as a punishment, but think about how much worse it would be if you were still in Tokyo without the protection of your big brothers. This could have happened at that nasty little hostess bar, and it could have been much worse.” Suguru hadn’t stopped stroking your cheek the entire time he was in the room and he wasn’t about to stop now. “You don’t want guys like Toji around you, do you?”

“N...no.” Knitting your brows together, their words rattled around your skull. They weren’t exactly wrong, something much worse could have happened at the hostess bar, and you wouldn’t have your big brothers to watch over you.

Sure, the aches and pains in your body were horrible, but imagining going through the pain night after night, day after day at the hands of some random men at the red light district was much worse.

The longer you looked at all three of them, the more it made sense in your head. They had done horrible things, but the reality was that you were safe here. You didn’t have to worry about providing for yourself ever again, you had plenty of food and three people that loved you so much it hurt them to be apart from you for too long. Out in the world, anything could happen. Recounting the days you spent on the run made your stomach churn, unpleasant memory after memory coming back to you.

“You see now? You need us, (Y/N), just as much as we need you.” Drawing your attention back to him, Suguru swept his arm over to the other two. “We love you so much, we just want you to be the happiest member of the pack.”

“Of the pack…” Echoing the last words, you nodded. Pack life was important to them, it was what kept them safe and feeling secure in life. And right now, you certainly craved that security. “I want to be part of the pack.”

Large smiles erupted on all of their faces - Kento hiding his - at your words. It’s what they’d wanted to hear all along, and now everything felt complete. Sitting you up and wrapping you in a hug, Suguru was careful not to squeeze you too tightly.

“I love you (Y/N).” He said, tail thumping against the bed happily. Satoru and Kento echoed the statement, and they came to hug you as well. With all three pairs of arms around you, their warmth soothed not only the ache in your body but in your heart as well. Hugging them felt right, it felt like you were always meant to be here.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Kento is the first to pull away, a light blush on his face that he tries to hide.

“Yes please.”

“Ooh, I’ll help!” Satoru throws his hand into the air as he pulls away but not before kissing you on the cheek.

“I guess I’ll help too then.” Suguru lingers around you, giving you a series of light kisses on your cheeks. “Little sister should eat well after all she’s been through.”

“We’ll be quick. Stay in bed.” Kento warns. He’s already at the door, the other two close behind him.

“I-” Your voice breaks when you try to use it and they stop before they fully exit the room.

“Hm?”

“I love my big brothers too.” Your cheeks burn a little from saying the words, and a shy giggle passes your lips. Fiddling with the blankets, you can see out of the corner of your eye that they’ve all started to blush a little.

“We love you too, little sister.” Suguru sighs, heart full to bursting. Wishing you another round of farewells, they all leave and Suguru closes the door behind him, leaving it unlocked.

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Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3

Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!

Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!

For Now

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking

Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.

You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.

And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.

On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.

On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.

“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.

He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.

You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.

Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.

“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”

You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.

Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.

Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.

You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”

You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.

He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.

Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.

Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.

Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.

“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.

You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”

The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.

He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”

You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.

He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?

At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.

He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.

Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”

He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.

“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.

You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.

“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”

Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”

You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.

Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.

You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.

He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”

You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.

“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.

His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”

Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.

You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.

“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.

Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.

He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.

“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.

He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. “If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.

You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”

He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”

You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”

He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”

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[pingutats]

at last!

it’s the morning after harry proposed, and here you are, in heaven.

warnings: some sexual content, not very graphic.

word count: 2k

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As soon as you start to drift awake, you feel this overwhelming sense of bliss. Like everything is right in the world, properly aligned and in harmony. Your heart feels full, warm like the way a lover would cradle their hands around yours on a chilly winter night. 

The thing that pulls you completely from the gentle embrace of sleep into the morning is someone actually grabbing your left hand. Not just someone, but Harry. And, you remember suddenly like a crack of lightning bursting through your sleep-weary skull, he isn’t just Harry, he’s —

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice croaky and slightly slurred from sleep still, as he pulls your hand over to him and slips the ring back onto your fourth finger. “Y’always look so pretty in the morning. ‘Specially today.”

“H,” you whisper back, barely able to form a coherent thought. He’s your fiancé. You blink your eyes open, rubbing at them as you adjust to the weak light streaming through a window. “Oh my god, Harry.”

He’s grinning at you, eyes still half-closed. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the ring. “Oh my god, Y/N,” he repeats back, and you giggle.

You hold your hand up to the light, twisting your wrist so the small, classic diamond sparkles.  You’ve seen it before, of course. You’ve known what it looks like for ages. The two of you picked it out together in a store a couple months ago. You’ve spoken about this moment, over and over — sometimes in practical terms to try and plan for your future, sometimes whimsically as you spelled out your wildest dreams to each other — but now it’s here. It’s real.

He was insistent on being the one to propose. You could pick the ring, the wedding venue, write the guest list and choose his outfit and even curate the reception playlist, he offered— as long as he got to propose. You accepted, of course, without the bargaining. You wanted him to do it anyway.

Harry isn’t one for grand gestures. When you first met him, only knowing him as the glamorous rockstar that he performs as when he’s on stage, you had assumed he would be into the massive displays of affection, the lavish gifts and the kind of relationship that no one can tear their eyes away from. But he isn’t really like that.

Harry is a cup of tea set out for you in the morning before you even ask for one. The last segment of the mandarin he was eating, held out for you to take. A hundred kisses to your cheek over the course of a night out, for no particular reason except that he’s tipsy and he loves you. A playlist that he texts to you with a sweet note in the description. Making the bed by himself before you’re done brushing your teeth. Carrying you from the car to the door at three in the morning because your heels are killing you and he’d rather roll around naked on broken glass than see you in any amount of pain at all.

That’s what Harry is. So it made sense that, rather than flying you out to Paris and organising a string quartet to play in the background while he got down on one knee under the Eiffel Tower at night (something you had joked about often), he did it in his own little unassuming way. 

You wanted a surprise. That was all you asked. If he was going to ask, he better make it good.

It wasn’t big. It wasn’t grand or especially beautiful. You had been baking together all afternoon: flour all over the place, a small pile of chocolate chips that you’d “accidentally dropped” on the counter and were snacking on, cookies in the oven making the kitchen smell all warm and cosy. The echoes of your laughs and playful banter still lingered in the room. An Etta James album was playing in the background — Harry’s choice, of course. You were bending in front of the oven to check on the cookies. 

“They’re looking good, H,” you said, gazing at them.

“Y/N,” he said from behind you.

“I think we’ve got a perfect batch on our hands.” You straightened up, reaching over to swipe a couple more chocolate chips from the shrinking pile. “Better than last time, those were all hard and —”

“Darling,” he said, a bit more firmly.

“Yeah?” You turned around, sucking on the chocolate, and froze.

There was Harry, on one knee on the kitchen floor, holding a little box and smiling gently up at you.

“Hi,” was all you managed to breathe out, once you regained the ability to move.

“Hello,” he said, smile growing. He cleared his throat. “I love you so much, you know?”

“Harry, you’ve got flour on your nose.”

“Do I?” He was grinning widely now, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he tried not to laugh. “I’ll fix that later, love, got something more important to do right now.”

“Okay.” Your voice was shaking slightly.

He chuckled, and then took a deep breath to steady himself. “Y/N. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You make my days better, every day. Most gorgeous, funniest, kindest, sweetest girl I ever met. You’re so fucking amazing — sorry, I shouldn’t swear. Probably ruins the moment.”

“It doesn’t,” you said quickly. You could feel tears threatening to prickle at your eyes. “Keep going.”

“Nothing’s going to stop me, angel,” he promised. He set his face, playing at being very somber. “I really need to ask you something.”

You bit your lip through a smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause every day I wake up and hug you and I think to myself that I never want to let go of you. Ever.” 

You nodded, unable to speak for fear that you would just collapse from how unbelievably sweet he is.

“Y/N,” he said, finally. He took a deep breath and pulled open the lid of the little box, and there was your ring. His smile returned to his face again, bright and dimpled and so Harry you nearly starting sobbing right there. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You were saying it before he even finished his sentence. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—” and you kept saying it until he was back on his feet and had swept you up in the tightest hug, pulling you into his chest and spinning both of you around. 

You clutched at the front of his fuzzy sweater and pulled him into a kiss that made the world feel like it was shifting. Because it had. Everything had changed now. It felt like the two of you had taken the world and cracked it open like a walnut, finding a completely new kind of life inside. A kind of life where you both completely, irrevocably, belonged to each other.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he rubbed his flour-covered nose over yours, then pecked another kiss on your cheek. “Got flour all over you, love.”

“Best go take a shower, then,” you said to him, grinning.

He raised his eyebrows, that mischievous glint in his eye that you so adored appearing. “Yeah? Okay, whatever my beautiful fiancee wants.” He let you take his hand and start to pull him toward the bathroom, before he suddenly jerked you back, making you stumble into his chest. “Shit,” he murmured. “Give me your hand, darling.”

“Oh.” You held out your left hand, and gently he slid the ring onto your finger.

He looked up at you, eyes shining. “Can’t believe I nearly forgot the most important part.”

“Me too. Silly goose.” 

He snorted, and you leaned forward to kiss him again. He held his hands to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He was warm, his embrace firm, his mouth gentle. Tasting him, the sweetness of the cookie dough he had been stealing out of the bowl, the vanilla of the lip balm he used — you could have lived in that kiss forever. Any kiss, really. You weren’t picky when it came to Harry. But he pulled back, and ran his hands down to the back of your thighs.

“Jump, darling,” he whispered, and he pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms looped behind his neck. He pressed his lips to yours again, then carried you to the bathroom, your giggles echoing through the house.

He got on his knees for you again in the shower — “Wanna treat my fiancee like a proper gentleman” —  with your leg thrown over his shoulder, your hand with the ring in his hair, your head thrown back against the tiled wall. He was always good (outstanding in the field, you would joke) but somehow today he was better. Like he was trying to tell you something just by the way he licked up your folds and sucked on your sensitive little bud until you were shaking and your hand tightened in his hair in a way that was surely painful. Like he was trying to show you just how much he loved you, as if everything else wasn’t already enough.

Later, you opened up the expensive bottle of champagne you’d been saving and split it over the takeout he had ordered over the phone in a rush while your hands were slowly creeping down his bare chest and playing with the waistband of the sweatpants he had thrown on after the shower. You ate outside. It was a pleasant night and as stars started to dust over the sky, you were sure they were shining just a little bit brighter.

And when you finally made it into bed, he was immediately over you, his arms snaking underneath you and hugging you to his chest while he thrust into you, deep and passionate. He had his head buried in your neck, his moans vibrating into your skin and you knew he was feeling more than just the physical. It was beyond that for both of you. Treasure this moment, you kept thinking. Keep this day safe forever.

You came together. As he got close, his steady rhythm starting to falter, he grabbed your left hand and pushed it down into the mattress, so you could feel the ring pressing into your skin. That was what sent the both of you over the edge.

Sleep came easily, your limbs still tangled together, your ring lying on the bedside table because you were scared to sleep with it. Harry must have fallen asleep after you — as you dozed off, you could hear the rustling of his pillow as he kept turning his head to look at the ring glinting in the full moon’s light coming through the window. His strong arm wrapped around you, holding you close, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

“I’m so fucking happy,” he says now, in the morning, quietly, breaking the silence that had descended over you. He says it like it could be the last sentence he ever speaks. A neat epilogue.

You look at him, your arm still raised in the air between you. His eyes are trained on the diamond, and you could swear his eyes are sparkling just as much as the jewel is. He blinks, and glances back to you. “So, so fucking happy.”

“Me too,” you tell him. You let your hand drop, finding his and intertwining your fingers. “Love being engaged.” The word rolls off your tongue easily, and that was thrilling. You’re engaged. “’S better than I imagined. Better than anything else, ever.”

“Mm,” he hums, running his thumb over the ring, and then along the empty space of your finger just below it. “I think it just keeps getting better from here, love.”

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hope you enjoyed!! i wrote this in barely two hours around midnight (obviously with at last by etta james playing in the background) because i just had to get this concept onto a page. it’s only been very lightly edited so if there were mistakes or it was structured messily ........ sorry. but i am just so in love with these very domestic, un-grandiose proposals because the important thing is the love between the two rather than the big displays... yeah. anyway hope you liked and if you want to send me a request or just chat, my askbox is very much open!!!

[honeypirate]

Going Home

Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi / Tokoyami Fumikage x Fem!Reader - Pro Hero AU (in their 20s)

Tokoyami had it bad. He had it so bad he had to bribe dark shadow to keep his mouth shut about it when you would call him. Sure he’s older than he was in high school and has more control over his quirk partner- he could force him to keep his mouth shut, but it feels wrong to force him to do anything when he’s a friend

You met Tokoyami in high school, becoming instant friends and bonding over darkness and crime shows. You even went as scully and mulder one Halloween together. But then you moved to a different country before senior year and he hasn’t been able to physically see you since.

You kept in contact religiously. He was your best friend and you told him you’d die if he doesn’t remain that way. You talk every day whenever you have free time and FaceTime every Monday and Wednesday alternating evenings and mornings for each other whenever hero work allows.

You have a separate conversation going on Snapchat, Instagram, and texts that you both stay on top of. Your Snapchat streak said 1174 and you’d be damned if it ever broke before you got to see him again. And yes, somewhere along the lines, you fell for him, but you’d never tell him. You’d never ruin your friendship like that.

“Remember to pick her up at noon” Dark Shadow said into his mind and he rolled his eyes, like he would ever forget the date and time his best friend would be in his life again. The second his agency was confirmed he extended a contract toward you, a popular new hero who was looking for an agency. A six month contract with abilities to extend should it feel like a good fit.

“Seriously? Not just because I’m your friend? You honest to god think our quirks would work well if I’m your side kick? On the bracelet?” He nods into the phone camera and then looks down at the purple adjustable bracelet you had gotten for him on your last arcade adventure before you moved, a matching black one on your wrist.

“I swear on the bracelet” he said, heart skipping. Yes he knew your quirks would work well together that was true. But he also knew that he was dying to see to again and when you said you only needed a good enough opportunity to move back, he saw a perfect opportunity that fate had handed you both.

Your black bracelet was faded to grey over the years of never taking it off but your heart beat raced in your chest. “Okay” you say with a smile and warm cheeks “I’ll have my agent look over the contract and I’ll give it a serious thought career wise.” Your eyes sparkled and he hoped your agent liked the proposal. His heart racing as you smiled at him like that. God he loved your smile.

“I like it. It would be good for your hero image if you had hero work in other countries as well. Young hero going back home. We can make a good story out of it how you were home sick. It’s also good that it’s with your best friend.” You checked out after she said she liked it. You were going home. You were going home.

You called Tokoyami right away and he answered on almost the last ring. “I’m sorry I just needed to talk to you” you said and took a deep breath as he work up “no it’s fine. It’s always fine when it’s you” his voice was tired and thick and you could only imagine how it would be in person.

“I have some news” you said with a smile and he perked up, sitting up in bed and against his headboard as he looked out his window at the night sky “what is it?” He asks, trying not to feel too excited as the phone presses hard against his ear.

“Guess” you said with a teasing tone and he knew immediately

“Really?” He asks, not being able to hide the excitement in his tone as his empty fist shoots up in celebration

“She said she liked it. It’ll be good for my image” you said with a grin, holding the phone in the crook of your neck as you play with the bracelet you’ve never taken off.

“When?” He asks eagerly

“You should know when Fumi, you made the contract” you joke and he chuckles

“no I know when your first day will be but when are you coming here?” He needs to know how much longer. How much more time will be spent away from you

“A week”

he laughs once out of shock and joy “a week?” He asks and you laugh, joy lacing every part of your voice

“my agent got me a flight and an apartment. The building I asked for already had one open and it was easy peasy. It’ll be furnished for me so I’ll be there next Wednesday at noon. Then I’ll have three weeks there before I start work. With you”

He couldn’t believe it. It went so fast he feels like his heart is spasming. Eight years away from you and only one week to go. “I’ll pick you up text me your itinerary”

“Okay” you say with a laugh and then smirk as you say “you’re not gonna ask where I’m gonna be living?”

“Where?”

“#407” you say and it takes him a moment but he gets there

“You mean six doors down?” He asks and you laugh

“Yeah I hope you don’t mind. I just thought it would be fun” you feel nervous like he’s not gonna like it, your palms sweat

“That’s amazing I’m so happy” he says and you grin “really? You don’t mind I’m living in your building?”

“Why would I mind? The best person in my life is going to be my neighbor. I can’t wait”

You hear his alarm go off and gasp “I’m sorry Fumi I didn’t mean to ruin your sleep”

He laughs “you didn’t. Trust me. But I do have to go to work. To get things set for you to be here.”

“Okay. I’ll text you. Be safe today Fumi”

—

His hands feel sweaty as he stands at the gates. Jesus. Was this even a good idea? Fuck he was so nervous. Your plan had landed he was just waiting for the doors to open. When the fight attendants opened the door he felt dark shadow getting nervous as well.

But then he saw you, a hat on your head and sunglasses on to try and stay inconspicuous in American airports but since you were here now you took them off and ran your hand through your hair before scanning the room.

Fuck you were so beautiful his mouth was dry. You were so cute in pictures and face time but it had nothing on you in person. You were an angel. This was a bad idea he was too in love to do this.

Your eyes meet his and you smile wide, your hat and glasses in one hand and a water bottle in the other as you start making your way to each other. You started off walking and weaving around the slow walkers but once you had space you couldn’t stop increasing your speed before you were running for him, your water bottle clanging to the ground as you dropped everything and threw off your backpack to slam into his strong arms, laughing as tears fall into his neck as you bury your face into him.

“Hey Fumi” you whispered and held you tighter. You smelled amazing. Like fresh air and rosemary. He couldn’t get enough. He held you tight to his chest and realized you felt smaller in his arms but then he realized when you left he was 5’5 and tiny. He’s grown a lot since then and even though you have changed too, he’s still a much larger man than he was before.

He dwarfed you. You never thought it was even possible. He held you completely and you never wanted him to let go. “Fumikage” you say as you pull back, making sure he keeps his arms around your waist. You reach up and run your hand down his long feathers down the back of his head “you’re much larger in person holy crap. and your feathers are so beautiful!!! Fumi!!. I forgot the beautiful shades in the darkness of the black. How are you still single Fumi you must be dripping with fans” You joked but your heart hurt saying it. You wanted to hear him say he wasn’t dating. That he has feelings for you.

He looks down at you and feels pride swell in his heart as you praise him, controlling the urge to fluff out his feathers when you call them beautiful.

“No one wants to date a fan” he says shutting down your investigative prodding at his love life, but then says “You’re one to talk you’ve changed so much but I didn’t even know it was possible to be this gorgeous. Don’t think I didn’t read about America’s most eligible bachelorette.”

Your cheeks flush with heat and you hide your face in his neck “oh hush Fumi. Always flustering me. Like you haven’t FaceTimed me every week. And that article was a joke” he sighs softly and you can see emotions swirling in his eyes.

“It’s different in person” he says and you sigh as you gaze up at him with a smile “it certainly is”

Once dark shadow decided to ruin the moment you remembered you were still in the airport. Fumi carried your big suitcase like it wasn’t a hundred pounds and before you could object dark shadow had your backpack across his back. Dark Shadow just laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him. “we’ve really missed you” he said when he handed you your water, your glasses and hat already on his body

—

You fall back into an easy rhythm with Fumikage, teasing and playing while talking in his car back to the apartment. After laughing so hard and catching your breath, you look over at his profile and your heart skips. The sun is hitting his feathers, his black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck pulled at his biceps as his right hand rests against the shifter and his left hand was on the steering wheel. God you didn’t know if this was a good idea. You thought you were going back to your childhood home but being with Fumikage nothing has felt more like home than this.

“The boxes you sent over should be here in the next few days. If you need anything or don’t have something you can always come over, I have a spare key for emergencies” he’s going over a few things that it seems like he’s really thought about before you came. He was prepared and it warmed your heart. You smiled up at him as the elevator dinged for the fourth floor and he looked down at you eyes widening as he catches you staring. you smile and reach out, taking a gentle hold on his free hand near you and give it a soft squeeze. “Thank you Fumi. You think of everything. I’ve really missed that”

He doesn’t let go of your hand until he has to unlock his front door, you’d be staying the night with him and your agent was meeting you in the morning with the keys for your place.

his fingers tingle to grab for your hand again but he doesnt

“You can have my room, I’ll take the couch in my office. It’s a pull out.” You smile from your place standing on the landing just inside the door, watching as he disappears with your luggage down a hallway then comes back walking a little slower and playing with his hands like he does when he’s nervous.

The edge of the landing went down a couple steps and he stopped at the bottom edge “feel free make yourself at your home” he says with a nervous chuckle and you grin, running and jumping off the landing into his arms and burying your face in his shoulder.

“Oh Fumi eight years was too long” you whispered into him and he holds you up effortlessly, his beak brushing your shoulder and he curves into you, desperate to hold you after so long “way too long” he agreed.

———

The weeks seemed to fly by, you were settled into your apartment and you just got done with your first official week at the office.

“So, Tsukuyomi, Sir” you say with a smirk and lean against his open office door “how was my first day boss?”

He crosses his arms over his wide chest and gave you his best Boss look, making your heart flutter and causing your cheeks to heat up. you chuckled and tried not to show how flustered you were when you walked farther into his office. He stood from his desk and gave you a nod with a soft chuckle “you did well. I think you’re going to love it here. Let me take you to dinner tonight to celebrate”

——

He showed up at your door at seven and your breath catches in your throat when you see him. Black straight jeans with a black button up tucked in with a red tie and black boots. He looked divine. Like a god of the underdark. His hands were fixing his tie and you stepped forward, not missing the squeak of his own breath catching in his throat at the sight of you, and fixed his tie for him.

You had on a red dress and a black jean jacket that has rolled sleeves and pair of black booties that look like you could kick someone’s ass in them. His brain immediately short wired and all he can think is how well you look together. How right. How good. Fuck this was going to be harder than he thought to just be your friend but he didn’t want to you to think he was a sleaze or make you quit his agency.

Your hands fix his tie and then rest against his chest, when you see his flustered eyes and nervous body language you chuckle and lean up, kissing his beak gently, then wiping the lipstick with your thumb “you look really handsome Fumi” you say softly and he feels a whimper catch in his throat.

your eyes turn from him up to Dark Shadow who had on a matching tie “is it too much?” He asks and you laugh “you look good in it but I do think you pull off natural look best” he nods and salutes you “message received” before taking it off and tossing it into your apartment behind you.

When you look back to Fumi he’s glaring at Dark Shadow like he was a bad child and you chuckled before boldly taking his hand, hoping you read the signs right and that he did feel the same.

“Are you ready?” You ask and he nods, his fingers tighten around your hand as he relaxes, giving you a soft squeeze before placing your hand on his bicep and holding you close as he cleared his throat “I got a reservation at this new restaurant downtown” he says as you enter the elevator and you smile up at him “anywhere with you is perfect”

Dinner went by incredibly quick, you sat in a back booth, talking and laughing the whole night. It was a new restaurant that catered to people with any kinds of quirks and had surprisingly good tofu and fish. (I mean who’s gonna get the chicken on date with a bird?)

By the end of the meal he’s grabbed your hand over the table and is running his fingers against yours softly. “Thank you for tonight Fumi, I really feel like being here was the right choice. I would have came no matter what my agent said” his eyes widened a little

“Really?” He asks and you laugh with a grin “of course! You’re special to me and I just needed a good reason to come back home” your expression was so soft he felt those three words crawl up his tongue.

His eyes look serious for a moment as he looks at the way your hands look together “y/n I need to tell you something” he says and gets extra serious

“What is it?” You ask, trying to keep your voice neutral even tho you know your face screams ‘I’m worried now’

He meets your eye for a few long seconds before he shakes his head. He couldn’t. He couldn’t ruin this close friendship when he wasnt positive his feelings would be returned. “Never mind. It’s not that important. What do you say about dessert?”

He was leaning on the table on his elbows, close enough to reach out and touch over the tiny table, and so you did. You reach up and ran your fingers lightly over the edges of his feathers with a soft smile. “Of course Fumi. But how about we go to the cookie place by the park you always talk about. I know you like it and it’s a perfect night for a walk.” He swallows hard and nods “that’s a perfect idea” he says as he signals for the waiter to pay.

You hold his hand all the way to the cookie place, talking easily and joking around, but you keep hoping for the perfect moment to confess. You had a feeling that’s what he was going to do at the restaurant, it changed your heart and convinced you to take the leap, almost positive he felt the same.

You sit on a bench in the park, one with perfect view of the city skyline, eating your cookies and dark shadow is teasing you about the time you kept stealing Tokoyami’s poptarts from the dorm kitchen. Your cheeks are hot and you’ve turned yourself towards Tokoyami, your left hand on your cheek and your face hidden in his shoulder as you laughed together, your right hand rested on his kid thigh. It felt so easy. So absolutely right.

You drop your hand from your cheek and look up at Tokoyami with a soft smile, heart racing at the emotion you find in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for stealing your poptarts” you say and his throat catches again at the way your eyes seem to shine with love for him he almost feels it’s too much but he wants to dive deeper, to drown in the love he finds.

He chuckles and cups your cheek “I never cared. I had the hugest crush on you then”

Your heart skips and your cheek heats even more under his touch “and now?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper

“Now I’m so in love I don’t know if it’s even quantifiable” he says with a hint of exasperation as he leans down and presses his forehead to yours.

Your eyes flutter closed as your heart thrums against your ribs, his confession echoing in your head as fireworks explode in your heart. You press a kiss on his beak and your heart skips when you hear a gasp catch in his throat

“I’m in love with you too, Fumi” you say and he pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his beak into your neck, wanting to get close to you to show you how much he loves you the best he can since he can’t properly kiss you.

He nips softly at your neck skin and you giggle so sweetly he feels light headed. You pull back and kiss his cheek before looking into his eyes. He cups your cheek again “that’s what I wanted to say back at the restaurant”

You chuckle and smile, taking his hand you press gentle kisses against his palm, trailing a few down to his wrist before saying with a smirk “I know”

[itscominghome]

Hey bestie , I love what you write . Can you do one with mason , where they are dating and she gets negative comments and like she feels very bad but didn’t tell him . At the end he finds out and he takes her defens .💕💕

thank you for your request :) sorry it took so long x

Summary: Since you and Mason made your relationship public three months ago, you have received negative and abusive messages from fans. But when everything takes a drastic turn, Mason is there to protect you and takes to social media afterwards to shut down all the abuse and threats.

Warnings: Derogatory language

I'll Always Protect You

"Mason deserves better"

"Slut"

"You're not even that pretty"

"What does Mount see in you"

"I wish he'd just hurry up and break up with you"

"Lets be honest, you wouldn't look twice at him if he wasn't who he was"

"You're just with him for the money"

"I know where you live"

"Break up with him, we know where you live"

These were just some of the many Instagram messages I would receive daily. Some were just calling me names or making me out to be a gold-digger and the sorts. But those on the worse end of the spectrum, those threatening me made me feel sick in the stomach. They had started just over three months ago after Mason and I had gone public with our relationship and they hadn't stopped, only gotten worse. I hadn't told Mason about any of them, I mean surely all of the threats were empty, just a series of words strung together to try and scare me. But part of me was scared that if Mason saw them, he'd start to believe them himself.

"What you looking at, baby," Mason asks from beside me on the bed, sounding concerned. I realised that there must've been a shift in my emotions and immediately plastered a smile onto my face.

"Nothing, Mase," I reply, my voice unsteady. I hate lying to him.

"Tell me you're not reading one of those stupid articles about us again," he says, looking at me, a look of sadness on his face. On top of the private messages I had been receiving, there were a few articles online from gossip sites and even big newspaper companies slating our relationship. Of course, Mason knew about those, there was no way to keep them quiet.

"I don't care what they say, I love you," he would affirm every time he saw one or caught me reading one.

Mason had stayed over at my house last night, not yet moved in with each other, but today wasn't one of the days we could have a lazy day. A day spent cuddling up to each other in bed, doing nothing but watch films, or catch up on the latest episode of 'Married at Frist Sight', which Mason would repeatedly remind me he hated (he loved it really). But, unfortunately, Mason did have training on my day off. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head before the bed dipped beneath me as he started getting ready.

"I'll come and pick you up later and we can go out for a meal or something," he promised as he opened the door thirty minutes later, pecking my lips lightly.

"Sounds good," I smile, "I love you,"

"I love you too," he says before closing the door and making his way to his car.

Tap. Tap. I looked up from the TV to look around for the source of the tapping noise. I noticed it almost straight away and my heart skipped a beat. There was someone outside my window, tapping on the glass, wearing a black balaclava. I froze in my seat, my hands shaking. He continued tapping for a few more seconds before moving to another window and continuing. Then he moved to the door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to open it. At this point, I start to panic, even more, rushing around looking for my phone.

"Where is it..? Where the fuck did I leave it..?" I whisper to myself as I rush upstairs, extremely distressed. I find it on my bedside table in my room and immediately dial Mason. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, Mase." Ring ring. Ring r-.

"Baby, you can't be missing me that much already, I've only been gone for ten minutes," he jokes light-heartedly.

"Mase..." I say, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Baby, what's wrong? What's happening? Talk to me," he says, concern evident in his voice.

"Someone's outside, they... they were at the window... tapping it. And... And then they... they started trying to open the door. I can hear them shouting through the letterbox and hitting the door. Mase, I don't know what to do," I say, tears streaking down my face.

"Shit... I'm turning around right now, I'll be back as quick as I can, lock yourself in the bathroom or something, just in case they get in. Stay on the phone," I nod, trying to steady my breathing. On my way to the bathroom across the hall, I can hear the abusive muffled shouts. I pray to God that Mason can't hear what is being said through the phone.

I hear Mason's car pull up in the driveway and his car door slam shut. I unlock the bathroom door and race downstairs where I can see him attempting to confront my perpetrator before he runs away. I open the door, tears of terror still staining my cheeks. Mason sees me and runs over, pulling me into a hug

"Hey, hey it's okay, they're gone, I'm here now. I've got you," he comforts, taking me back into the house and sitting me down to calm me down.

"I didn't think they were being serious..." I say under my breath.

"Baby, what are you on about?" I try my best to play it off as nothing, but Mason won't listen.

"It was just a few messages, it doesn't matter,"

"Show me them," I reluctantly pass him my unlocked phone and he scrolls through my message requests.

"Why didn't you tell me..." he says with a frown, clearly upset that I had not confided in him.

"I thought that if you saw them, you'd start to believe what everyone was saying,"

"Oh, baby..." he whispers, pulling me into his chest, "Nothing anyone says will ever change how I feel about you. Go and get yourself a bag packed and you can come to training with me,"

"It has recently come to light the amount of hate, abuse and downright threats have been hurled at my girlfriend, Y/N. And to tell you the truth, I'm disgusted. So, I've come to Instagram to address it.

I was unaware of how much abuse had been projected onto her until earlier today when I read some of the messages she has been receiving on both Instagram and Twitter. Most accounts claimed to be Chelsea fans, but as I'm sure all of my teammates would agree, to verbally abuse one of our partners, someone that I LOVE, does not qualify you as a Chelsea fan.

I had obviously seen all of the news articles, those I could look past, but the threats became very real today. I am sure that those of you who messaged threats like "We know where you live, break up with him," were all just empty words. But today, I had to drive back to Y/N's house after leaving for training after receiving a phone call from her, telling me that someone was tormenting her in her own home. If this happens again, it WILL become a matter that will need to be treated more seriously.

Finally, I would like to say that no online abuse of anyone should be tolerated. People in the public eye have feelings too, they are human too. It is never okay to attack someone for loving who they love. I know that this message will not stomp out all of the abuse, but I hope that the majority of you are mature enough to take what I have said into account and will consider what you say before you send it.

M19" I read aloud to myself when I see that Mason has posted. I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me closer into his body. Mason.

"Thank you for protecting me today,"

"I'll always protect you,"

Sorry I'm taking ages to write requests, I have been so busy with coursework and homework as of late. That, and posting about 30 things about the match today. So, sorry for the spam, but I hope you enjoyed this request! <33

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

He came in at the same time every day, only an hour into your shift. You approached and flipped the cup on its saucer before you filled it. He took only sugar, no cream 

or milk. You smiled as you watched him read over the menu, he never ordered anything but the waffles.

“Good morning, sheriff,” you said as you held the carafe aloft. “Lookin’ to try something new?”

“‘Dols Leck’?” Lee Bodecker mispronounced the French words, “What’s that?”

“Dolce Leche,” you corrected, “It’s caramel.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his ruddy cheek and reached for his mug. He drank and held out the menu. “Waffles with strawberry.”

“Extra cream,” you finished for him. He nodded and had another gulp as you walked away.

You put in his ticket after you replaced the coffee pot on the burner. You checked on the few other customers along the counter and wiped down the empty tables. The bell rang and you went to grab the sheriff’s breakfast from the window. You set the plate down before him as he folded the newspaper and replaced it in the little holder at the end of the table.

“How’s Eugene?” He asked as he unwrapped his cutlery. “And the boy?”

“Gene’s still on nights.” You lamented and subconsciously touched your stomach. “Little Ezra’s almost a year now.”

Your boy was buxom and buoyant. You smiled as you thought of his round cheeks and warm brown eyes. You only wished his father was around more to take him off your hip as you cooked and cleaned in your spare hours after work. Eugene was asleep as much as he was at the factory. You saw each other in passing as you scraped for ends meet.

Ezra was with Eugene’s mother during the day. You’d pick him up and take him home to wait for your husband to wake. If you were lucky, you got a kiss before he grabbed his lunch pail and headed out for his twelve hours. You hadn’t gotten more than that since before Ezra came. Neither of you had the time or energy, though the want was there.

“And you sheriff? How are you doing these days?” You asked before you could get lost in your self-pity.

“Ah, you know. The same old. Patrol’s ain’t too exciting.” He cut into the stack and licked his lips. He was a man with a sweet tooth, a substitute for his former alcoholic habit.

“Well, you enjoy, sheriff, you know how to get my attention.” You left him and did a round of refills for those eating and greeted the new arrivals.

Lee was always alone when he came in. He never brought any of his cadets or officers, he just sat, read the newspaper, and ate his waffles. He wasn’t married and had no children. Nearly fifty years on his back but he seemed content on his own. You almost envied him as you struggled with your small family.

🚔

You laid Ezra down carefully in his crib. He was getting big. You tickled his forehead and watched him for a moment before you left the room. It was late. Eugene was gone and the phone would ring soon. You had to prepare yourself for your night time duties.

It started small. An idea found in the pages of one of those feminist magazines, the very ones your husband called good kindling. A woman lost her job, still hard-fought for the domestic sex, and found herself in a similar way as yourself. Money was always needed and harder to come about. So she started her own service for the lonely men. A phone line with illicit intentions.

You read about it in the late stages of your pregnancy and laughed at the idea. It was so stupid. So scandalous. But once you were back to work and Eugene was on the late shift, you grew lonely and your checkbook was harder to open.

You hand wrote the little cards after a visit to the phone company. Eugene didn’t know about the second line. The number redirected to your main line and was active for only three hours a night, after your husband was gone. It was registered as a commercial line so each incoming call was billed to the dialer and a percentage was refunded on your own invoice.

You left the number around town, certain not to be seen as you dropped the cards in the car shop and the bar. At least, you hoped you hadn’t been seen.

The first night had you addled and sleepless until your shift began at the diner. It was hard to keep up the sultry voice and the lies. Difficult to act like the whole thing didn’t make you cringe. The men called and said their dirty words as you encouraged them with moans and little prods. “Oh yes, baby.” or “Tell me more.” It felt like you were cheating on your husband but it kept his plate full and the house warm.

The phone didn’t ring right away that night. Later in the week, you got more calls but one or two was better than none. The real profit was keeping them on the line as long as you could, but there were times you had to end abruptly to see to your wailing child.

You were half-asleep when the first call came in. You fumbled with the receiver and batted away your fatigue with your lashes. You held in a yawn and your sleepiness added to the allure of your put-on voice.

“Hello, mister, what are you longing for tonight?” You laid back on your pillow and played with the spiral cord.

“Well, I…” You blinked and held the phone against your ear. He sounded familiar, as many of the men did, but his timbre made your ears prick sharply. “I don’t know. I never did nothing like this before.”

You squinted and thought. You knew him but you couldn’t place the twinge in your head.

“I can start for you, darling,” you offered. “Mmm, tell you what I would do to you?”

He cleared his throat and you heard movement. He was nervous. So many of the men sounded the same. Most of them were afraid of being caught by their wives or uncertain about their desires. At first, you had the same fears but had since grown indifferent. It was human nature, as natural as one’s instinct to quench their thirst for water.

“How do you like it, darling? You like it when a lady bends over? I like it like that. Or maybe you want to start with me on my back.”

He groaned and you heard the receiver scratch. He let out a strained breath and moved the phone to his other hand.

“I want to use your mouth.” He said at last. His voice was low and gristly. “I want to push your head down in my lap as I choke you with my cock.”

You stared at the ceiling as you reclined and hummed. “Oh yeah.”

“Shut up.” He snarled. “I don’t want to hear your voice, I just want your mouth on me until you can’t fucking breathe. I want to hear you struggle. I was your tears streaming down your face and salting the taste of me on my tongue. I want to hold you down and cum until it’s deep in your belly.”

You parted your lips and raised your brows. You were still focused on trying to recognize the voice. His tone made you quiver. He was more forceful than most men. A lot of them just talked about sucking on your tits or went straight to fucking.

“I’d love that, darling.” You lied and bent one leg over the other as you swayed your foot.

“I said shut up!” He hissed. “I want to hold you down with my hands around your neck. I want to fuck you until your screaming. I’ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you beg for me to cum again.”

His breath was furious and you heard something else. The phone was moving against his chin as he moaned and you were certain you could hear his hand somewhere else; lower. It set your cheeks on fire and you sat up. His voice, his breath, the sheer anger and lust laced in his rasps. Your throat tightened as if he was truly choking you.

“But I want to cum in your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want you to cry as I tear you apart from the inside.” He growled and coughed as his voice fizzled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stroked himself furiously and the receiver dropped with a thump and you flinched. “Fucking bitch, yeah, you want my cock deep in your ass. Fucking whore.”

Your fingers hurt as you gripped the phone tightly and listened. His curses streamed steadily until the line clicked and died suddenly. You lowered the receiver and stairs at the little whole clustered together on the mouthpiece. You set it in the cradle and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was unlike any call you’d had. It was terrifying and made your blood curdle. You felt as if it had actually happened as your chest was heavy and your heart raced. You blew out a shaky breath and reached to silence the ringer. 

That was enough for the night.

🚔

The next day at the diner, you couldn’t stop yawning. You hadn’t slept much as the call replayed in your head over and over. The man’s voice was so clear in your mind and every time you started to drift off, he spoke in your ear. You dragged the rag over the top of the counter as Amelia spoke with the elderly couple in that corner.

The door chimed and you looked up. Sheriff Bodecker took off his hat as he entered and nodded at you. With the coffee pot in hand, you went to his table, already set for his arrival. You wished him a good morning and filled his cup. His voice was thick as he muttered his response and picked up the menu. He looked as tired as you felt.

“Strawberry, sheriff?” You prompted.

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, stubbly from a missed shave. “This Dolsay Leckay. I’ll try that today.” He held out his menu. “I’m trying new things this week.”

You took the menu stiffly and nodded. “Waffles with dolce leche sauce. Right away, sheriff.” 

You turned and walked off to write out his ticket. You returned the coffee pot to its place and set down the menu as you took out your pad and pen. Your hand shook as you scribbled out the order. You stuck it in the window and leaned on the counter.

It couldn’t be him. You were crazy. You didn’t get enough sleep and you were wanting to hear that voice everywhere. Your reassurances were weak and only made you shiver as you righted yourself and continued wiping down the tables.

You angled yourself to look at the sheriff as he squinted down at the newspaper. He stuck his tongue out as he read to poke his top lip and tilted his head coyly. He cleared his throat and coughed as his order rang in the window. 

You went to grab the plate and struggled not to fumble it. It was him. The way he coughed, the gravelly scratch of his throat, the deep and firm undertone. You couldn’t deny it was him. You were stunned you hadn’t recognized him at once.

“There you are, sheriff,” you said as you set down his plate. “Enjoy.”

“I think I will,” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m starving this morning.”

“If you need anything,” you made your usual offer.

He looked at you and smiled. You noticed how his eyes strayed to your name tag and the buttons of your blue dress. He turned to his waffles and took out the knife and fork.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he ran the tines of the fork through the dark caramel. “I think I’m just fine.”

You left him to eat and straightened your apron. You were confident you’d changed your voice enough that he didn’t have the same epiphany. Even so, everything about him was different. At least in your head. He was no longer the desolate sheriff, he was desperate and demanding. He wasn’t who you thought he was. He was a man with a lot of power and a hunger to use it.

🚔

It was several days before you dared to leave the ringer on after Eugene’s departure. Your husband was loving but almost entirely absent. Since Ezra was born, he’d only grown more distant and work could not excuse him completely. When you ate dinner late with him, he barely heard you as he kept the radio on and those nights he didn’t work, he didn’t touch you.

You felt worse for your own misdeeds. The phone line made you shy and sullen with him. You should tell him but you didn’t know how and truly, you couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and even if he was barely there, you couldn’t lose him. You were already painfully alone.

That night, he volunteered for overtime and so you hardly saw him before he headed out. He said you needed the money but your books were well balanced from your own after hours work. You’d done it to take the burden off of him but he still took the extra time, even as you argued that your bills were in good standing. 

Was it you? When had it all grown so cold?

Ezra ate his mashed peas and you set him down for the night. You heard him cooing still but you kept to your schedule even when he was wide awake. He always tired himself out and never fussed very long.

You sat on your bed and read. You checked the time. The phone would start soon and that night you couldn’t leave it off. You needed the money and you couldn’t be picky about where it came from. The month would be over and there would be a whole new batch of debts to account for.

You jumped as it rang. You kept the volume low so it didn’t carry through the whole house and you answered after several rings. You gave your usual greeting and breathed a sigh of relief when it was one of your regulars. You closed your book and picked your nails as you went along with his routine.

When he finished, you wished him a good night. You were dead tired but one more call wouldn’t hurt. You waited and grabbed the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello, mister, what are you looking for tonight?” You made your voice higher and breathier.

“Shhhh.” The long hush chills your veins. “Don’t talk.”

You quivered. It was him. You looked at the phone cradle.

“Don’t hang up.” He said as if he could read your mind. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me inside you. Down your throat, fucking the whore out of you.”

“I…” you uttered.

“I said be quiet.” He barked. “I want my cock so far down your throat I can feel it as I choke you. I want your spit all over me, I want you gasping and gulping until you pass out and I’m fucking your mouth lifeless.”

Your eyes widened and you listened in disgust. He growled and his hand slapped off his thigh as he pleasured himself. You sit paralysed as fear bubbled in your chest and you felt as if he could see you. You crossed your legs and huddled down over the receiver.

“I want to fuck your cunt until it hurts to sit down. I want to hear my body slam into yours, I want you to beg me to stop and keep going at the same time. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make a noise, until all you can hear is my cock pounding inside of you.”

“Please…” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to hang up and yet you were terrified to move.

“And I know you want it too, whore. I know you need it. Not these words, not these calls, but you need me,” he shuddered “and I need it just as bad.”

He grunted and the line grew still. He hissed and cursed. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” he sneered. Another silence and you think he hung up. His voice startled you when he spoke again. “Who’re ya?”

“Wh-what?”

“I ain’t stupid. You’re some lady in the county. Maybe some lonely housewife. Ain’t sound like no prostitute I ever knew.” He sniffed and let out a groan. “Maybe you some dumb teenager playin’ games on the telephone, huh?”

“I don’t-- No. I--” You hung up. 

You stood and pulled the line out of the phone and dropped down heavily. You put your head in your hands and shook it. Fuck!

🚔

The next morning at the diner, you served the sheriff with a false smile. Every time he spoke, you heard the words he said to you on the phone. Although his tone was placid, his fervour played over and over in your ears. And when you overpoured his coffee, you apologized only to have him assure you it was alright and let you mop up the mess with your rag.

He left you his usual tip and you cleared his table. The newspaper was tinged from your spill and you dumped it on his plate. As you did, a card slipped out onto the table and your handwriting stared back at you from the carefully cut rectangle. You hid it quickly in the newspaper and rushed to toss it all in the trash and drop the plate in the bin.

It must have been a mistake, you assured yourself and excused yourself for a breath of air. The chef, Carson, was already by the kitchen doors and you said yes to a smoke from his pack. You lit it after the third try and inhaled the tobacco deep into your chest. You would go to the phone company tomorrow on your day off and shut down the second line. Your lesson was learned. It wasn’t worth the spare pennies.

Your day dragged by as all you could think of was the line. When you got to the phone company, you were jittery with worry. It was easy enough to shut it down but the fee cost you your tips for the day. You checked the clock before you left, bound to be a few minutes late picking up Ezra.

As you came out onto the street, your open jacket flapped in the wind over your uniform and your mary janes clacked on the pavement as you rushed to get to Enid’s and pick up your son. When you stopped at the corner to wait for traffic to pass, a flash and a honk made you jump.

Sheriff Bodecker pulled up to the curb and rolled down his window. He waved and leaned his arm on the door as he peered out at you.

“You needa ride?” He asked.

You smiled awkwardly and clutched the handles of your weathered purse.

“Sheriff, no thank you, I’m not goin’ too far,” you waved him off.

“Nonsense, you on your feet all day. It’s the least I can do.”

“You must be busy.”

“Radio ain’t goin’ off,” he slapped the door, “now come on.” He reached down and opened the door, stepping out with a groan, “Get in. You always are so nice down at the diner.”

You swallowed and your lips quivered as you tried to hold your smile. You followed him around the other side of the car as he opened the door for you. You got into the vintage cruiser and crossed your legs as you cradled your purse on your lap. He closed the door and dropped in on the other side.

He shifted into gear and pulled off. You thanked him and fiddled with clasp of your purse.

“No problem, but uh, I just needa know where you’re goin’,” he chuckled as he slowed at the next four way.

“Oh, I gotta get Ezra from his gramma’s,” you explained, “She lives just down Carsbee.”

“Not far at all,” he commented as he turned the wheel, “So, how was the rest of your day then?”

“Not so bad,” you said breathily as he looked at you in his mirror and you focused on the pedestrians on the street, “and yours, sheriff?”

“You can call me Lee if ya like,” he offered, “And wasn’t so bad either. Which number is it, sweetheart?”

You sniffed at the pet name, he was usually so formal at the diner with his ma’ams.

“21B,” you answered as you wiggled your foot nervously, “you can just drop me off. It’s not too far to home.”

“Don’t be silly, I wanna meet your boy,” he intoned, “you talk about him so much.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you murmured as he pulled up along the front of your mother-in-law’s, “I just gotta go get him then.”

You hooked your purse over your elbow and slid over the seat. The sheriff kept you from opening the door as he bid you stay and got out quickly as he rushed around the front of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman and removed his hat. 

“I’m old but I haven’t forgot my manners,” he nodded and waited for you to step out.

You got to your feet and thanked him again before you strolled up the crooked walk to the front door. You knocked and let yourself in like you always did. You could hear Ezra babbling as he played with wooden toy cars. Enid sat in her usual spot and rocked as she watched him.

“How was he today?” You asked as you grabbed the bag you always left with him and packed up the loose ends beside it.

“Loud,” Enid muttered, “hyper.”

“Well, he’s at that age,” you grasped your purse and Ezra’s bag in one hand and picked him up from the floor as he reached out for you. “Alright, Ez, say buh bye to grammy.”

He waved and cooed as you held him on your hip. Enid said buy in her grumpy way and got up to see you to the door. You came down the single step as Lee waited by his cruiser. Ezra buried his face in your shoulder as he turned away from the sheriff.

“Don’t be shy, Ezra, this is the sheriff, Mr. Bodecker,” you tried to shake him upright but he clung to you and hid.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m used to that,” Lee laughed and opened the door, “people see the badge and they’re not so friendly.”

“He just goin’ through a phase,” you assured as you sat with Ezra in your lap.

As Lee shut the door, you let the bags lean against it and the car dipped as he got in the other side. He turned the engine and you gave him your own address as your son squirmed in your lap. At the first corner, Ezra found the courage to look at the sheriff and the officer looked back and stuck out his tongue.

“He looks like you,” Lee said as he pushed down on the pedal, “real cute.”

You accepted the compliment and hugged Ezra tighter. You could barely process the sheriff’s words as your mind returned to those he spoke the night before. Every time he spoke, you heard him, hissing and cussing at you.

You were relieved when he came up to your house and you turned to grab your bags. You felt a tug on your elbow as you balanced Ezra and your things. You looked back at Lee as he held your arm.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, “you just stay put.”

You waited as he let you go and once more, opened the door for you. He took the bags as you climbed out and you protested that you were fine. His hand settled on your shoulder as he pulled you to face him.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna invite me in for some coffee?”

You were shocked by his boldness and couldn’t hide it. You blanched and looked at Ezra as he tugged at your jacket. You laughed awkwardly.

“Eugene’s still sleepin’ for his shift, I don’t--”

“We got some things to discuss and I think the least you can do after I was so kind as to drive you home is a coffee.”

You squinted at him in confusion. “Maybe another time, sheriff, I’d really hate to wake--” you reached for your bags and he stopped you with his grip firm on your wrist.

“Does he know?” Lee asked in a gristly voice.

“Know what?”

“Know you a whore?” Lee sneered.

You reeled and tried to twist from his grasp. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You can’t say them words on the phone and not mean ‘em,” he leaned in close, “Now I think you know what I want to talk with you about so you invite me in and I’ll be real nice about it but if you keep me out here, I can’t promise your neighbours won’t get a show.”

You pouted and rocked Ezra as he began to fidget, sensing your discomfort. “Please, I got Ezra--”

“You put him in the next room so we can discuss,” Lee insisted.

He let go of you and you nodded dumbly. You watched him wearily as you turned and led him up the walk. You unlocked the front door and he followed you inside. He hung his hat on the rack with his leather jacket and you hurried into the bedroom to set Ezra down in his crib. You distracted him with his stuffed rabbit and left him. He was usually due for a nap around then anyway.

When you got back to the front room, Lee sat on your couch and you went to the kitchen to start the coffee. You waited for the water to boil and filled the percolator as you dreaded what would come next. You poured a mug and set it out on the coffee table with the sugar dish. 

Lee leaned forward and spooned the sweet powder into his mug as you stood and wrung your hands. How had he figured it all out? How long had he known? Was he going to tell Eugene?

“Sit,” he said as he inhaled the savoury scent and took a cautious sip. His mug made a deafening clink as he set it down and you sat. “I s’pose you went by the phone company to end your little game.”

You sucked your lip in nervously and nodded as you looked down guiltily.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “you know I was down there a few days ago and they just hand the records over if I say I got a warrant. They ain’t look close enough to realise it’s just a receipt.”

You gulped and kept your head down. You ran your tongue against your lip and blinked away the moisture in your eyes.

“How long you been doin’ all that?” he asked.

“Couple months,” you admitted, “I just needed some extra money. Ever since Ezra was born…”

“But you could get another job.”

“I gotta be home for the boy. Eugene never is.”

“Now a woman don’t be talkin’ like that if she happy. If she not alone.”

“Stop, please. It was a mistake. I’m sorry if you feel like I--”

“Sorry?” he interrupted, “you’re sorry? You think Gene would accept that?”

You sat in silence and picked at the button on your jacket. You hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “You gonna tell him?”

He let out a heavy breath and took another drink of coffee. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You looked at him and furrowed your brow in confusion. You shook your head as he smirked.

“I will if you make me but if you want me to stay quiet--”

“Sheriff--”

“Shhhh,” he raised a finger, “now, you want me keep my mouth shut, you be waitin’ for me tonight after he goes.”

You stared at him in terror as your heart threatened to jump up your throat.

“And then we’re done talkin’. Then you do all those things we spoke about.”

“You can’t-- I got a son.”

“And a husband but you still be talkin’ to strange men about your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

You blew a shaky breath between your trembling lips and sank down in the chair in shame. “I thought you were a good man, sheriff.”

“I am, don’t mean I’m not lonely.”

He drained the rest of the mug and coughed. He stood and adjusted his belt, his hand lingering on his belt. You watched his finger trace the barrel and your eyes crept up to his face.

“I’d hate to wake your husband, sweetheart, so I’ll be on my way.” he retreated around the couch and paused by the door, “but I’ll be around.”

🚔

The night went by faster than any. You never felt like you got much time with your husband but it was almost as if he was gone as soon as he woke. He left you with a peck on your forehead and dread in your chest. You thought of telling him, you wanted to confess and fix everything that had broken, but you couldn’t. You were too ashamed.

So when he was gone, you put Ezra down for the night and hoped the Sheriff was just trying to scare you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You’d known him for years and he was only every sweet at the diner. He was a solitary man but was never unkind. That afternoon, he had been an entirely different man.

You sat on the couch, no radio, no nothing, and picked at the lines of your hand. You were certain you would sit up all night and laugh at yourself in the morning. He was just making sure you stopped, that had to be it.

But then the knock came and your whole body went rigid. You waited until it sounded again, harder, louder. You got up and went to the door. You didn’t need to look out to know who it was. You opened up and Lee watched you with his menacing blue eyes. They were no longer the gentle gems you knew from the diner.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled as he stepped inside and you backed away from him.

He closed the door and locked it then he removed his hat and jacket, just as he had earlier. He bent to ease off his boots and stood as he cleared his throat. He peered behind you and looked around your small house.

“I’m just in time, huh?” he mused as he touched your side and let it slip down to your hip. “What you shakin’ for?”

“I thought…” you rasped. “Sheriff, you know me. I’m not a bad woman.”

“You ain’t?” he snickered. “I do know you. I’m the only one in the county who knows the real you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doin’ this,” you whined.

“I’m old but not decrepit,” he took your hand and raised it, “and you’re a beautiful woman. I daresay,” he kissed the back of your hand, “motherhood did make you even sweeter.”

“Please,” you begged.

“You get in that bedroom before I lose the last of my will,” he bit his lip as he looked you up and down and released your hand.

You shivered and backed away from him. You went blindly to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. You couldn’t, not in the bed you shared with your husband. Lee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he leaned into you.

“I wanna see what you hide under that dress,” he purred, “now don’t make me ruin it.”

You gasped and drew away from him. You neared the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress. Your fingers were ungainly as you struggled and you pushed the sleeves down your arms with a stifled sob. You shoved the fabric past your waist and hips and his growl made you stand upright with a snap.

Your stockings were held up by fraying garters and your old underwear added to your shame. Your brasserie was pointed and too tight. You hung your head and balled your hands into fists.

“Turn around, I wanna see you,” he said.

You reluctantly obeyed and stared at the floor. He hummed and his thumb ran over his belt buckle. A sudden cry made your blood cold and he scowled. Ezra was awake.

You moved to go to him and the sheriff blocked the door.

“I gotta go to him. He must’ve had a bad dream.”

“I’ll take care of the boy. You just be waitin’ when I get back.” he ran his tongue under his teeth, “naked.”

He pointed to the bed and didn’t leave until you took several steps back. You listened as he went to the small room attached to the master. You worried he might hurt the boy but his coaxing voice surprised you. 

“Shhh,” you heard the distant tone, “it’s okay, son, it’s okay.”

You reached to unhook your bra and sat to roll your stockings off. You needed this man gone. If you abided him, he would be away sooner. You dropped the last of your clothing to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Your nails dug into the blankets and you closed your eyes.

It was over a year since you’d been touched. That alone made you shy but that man made you terrified. You heard him enter but didn’t look up at him. “You get up on all fours and ready that mouth for me.” he ordered as you heard his buckle tink, “yeah, I wanna start there.”

You swallowed and did as he said. You felt like some lowly animal as you stared at the floor. You heard the flutter of fabric as he stripped and when he came close, you shut your eyes. He grabbed your hand and jerked you to the edge. He tapped the tip of his cock along your lips.

“Now, open up, sweetheart,” he snarled, “I know you remember every word I said.”

You parted your lips and he forced his way into your mouth. He poked at the back of your throat but didn’t relent. You gagged as he sank down your throat and your entire body twitched. His hand went to your neck as he drew back and pushed back in. He felt himself as he invaded your throat over and over.

“Ah, yes, that’s it,” he uttered, “you can’t tell me you’re not a whore. You take me like one.”

You tried to swallow around him and breath and it made him groan. He kept fucking your face as his hand squeezed your throat. Your spit spilled out and smeared across your face and his pelvis. He kept your head bobbing until you were dizzy and dazed.

He stopped, deep down your throat, and grunted. He let out a shuddery breath and pushed you off of him. You slipped down onto your stomach and gasped over the side of the bed.

“Hoo, I almost blew,” he huffed, “oh, you bad, bad girl.” He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass, “turn around and get back up.”

You whimpered and lifted yourself back to your knees. You moved stiffly around and wiped your mouth as the taste of him stained your tongue. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He kneaded your ass with hungry growls and pinched your thigh. He felt along your cunt and tutted.

“You wet for me,” he taunted, “just from a taste, sweetheart.”

You dropped your head and he moved closer. He pressed the head of his dick against your folds and ran it up and down as you slickened. He lined up with your entrance and his large hand gripped your hip. He slid into you with a sigh and you let out a startled cry. Maybe it was because it was so long but he felt massive. You quivered around him and clenched your teeth.

“Oh, fuck, you want it just as bad as me, don’t ya?” He bucked his hips and you exclaimed, “how am I suppose to hold back with you squeezin’ me like that?”

He didn’t hold back as he caught his stride. He hammered into you as your flesh slapped loudly. You feared the noise would wake your son again, or worse, be heard by the neighbours. He groaned and grunted as he rammed into you and your thighs quaked. Ripples rolled over your spine and multiplied down your legs.

He stretched his hand over your back and slid them up to your shoulders. He bent over you as he forced your arms to fold beneath you and pushed your head into the mattress. He stilled and wiggled his hips until you moaned. He pulled one hand away from your shoulder as the other spread over your neck.

He slid out of your cunt and spread your juices up and down. He guided his dick between your cheeks and leaned into to pant in your ear. “I didn’t forget about your ass.”

He pushed against your hole and you tensed. His hand tightened on your neck and he poked harder. 

“You relax or it’ll hurt more,” he coaxed, “come on, almost…”

He pushed past your ring and you both gasped. Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffed as he urged himself deeper past your resistance. He let out a long breath as he advanced inch by inch. He drew back each time before adding more and when he was at his limit, you sobbed and clawed at the mattress.

“Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit,” he swore as he rocked his hips, “you know, urgh, I wanted to do this for so long. Even ‘fore I called.”

He growled and built a steady pace as he stretched you. Your tears seeped into the blanket as his grip threatened to break your neck. His belly bounced against the top of your ass as he rutted without restraint.

“I always thought ‘bout you over that table. Always thought-- Always thought you deserved better than that husband,” he rasped out, “but I never thought you’d feel so good.”

He slammed into you harder than before. Your legs fell out from beneath you and he was quick to descend over you, covering you with his body as he bent his arm across the back of your head. He fucked you into the mattress as your head began to spin and your body reacted to his.

You’d never felt anything so intense as the maelstrom of pain and pleasure building inside you. You moaned and muttered until the sudden tide swept you up and had you murmuring like a fool, drooling onto the bed as he kept on.

He planted his hand on either side of you and lifted himself. He dropped his hips down into your ass over and over. The symphony of flesh filled your mind and you succumbed to the afterglow of tortured delight. He sank as far as he could and spasmed.

“Shit, oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he slowed and lowered his sweaty body onto you. You suffocated beneath him as his heart beat against your back. “Oh, you made me… made me blow.” He tilted his hips. “You feel how I filled your ass?”

You let out shallow breaths and turned your face into the blanket. He grunted and raised himself off of you, his cock slipping out easily and his cum trickling down after. He fell onto his back beside you and tried to catch his breath. He reached over blindly and let his fingertips dance along your ass.

“Really it ain’t your fault,” he said as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh, “a man must be crazy to leave you all alone at night.”

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Heartbeat

Words: 2586

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok!! I really enjoyed writing this :)

Request:  Do you think you could do a Mulder x Reader where the reader has diagnosed anxiety, and the only thing that helps her in panic attacks is listening to recordings of calming heartbeats to the point where she’s almost in love with the sound? And one of the creature’s abilities is to distract people by making hallucinations of their biggest weaknesses, and so in the middle of conflict it makes her listen to Mulder’s heartbeat, making her flustered, and she has to abruptly admit her feelings towards him and her fascination with hearts afterwards or while everything is happening? Bonus points if he or Scully find out she has a bunch of heartbeat ASMR in her search history, and they bring it up in conversation before the actual conflict, making her flustered before anything actually happens. (I also want to clarify, I’m not requesting an NSFW fic since I don’t know how you feel about it, I want it to be purely cutesy and romantic.) - Anon

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The sounds of heartbeats played through the headphones as you relaxed backwards in your chair. You closed your eyes and focussed on the soothing pattern. Even if there was no regular pattern to the heartbeats you’d find them.

You breathed in through your nose and held your breath for a couple of seconds before letting it out. Today had been extremely stressful and your anxiety had been through the roof leading to a panic attack. You’d excused yourself from the situation and had come straight here.

Scully entered your shared office to see you behind your desk, going to her own she put down a file “You look relaxed.” she commented and when she had no response from you she turned to your desk. “Y/N?”

Again no response, the sounds playing through the headphones had consumed your mind. 

“Y/N?” she gently put a hand on your shoulder which had you opening your eyes quickly with a start and scrambling to pull the headphones off.

“Dana.” you could feel the embarrassment rise in you. “I’m so sorry I was just listening to a tape and I guess I had the volume up high?”

“Well you either seemed totally engrossed or bored with it. Either way you were relaxed and that’s all that matters. You gave us a little scare earlier, I’m sorry I couldn’t excuse myself sooner” she apologised.

“It’s ok.” You reassured. “Today has been stressful. All those people-” you started to recount the event.

“Y/N, Y/N please don’t worry about it. It’s the end of our shift anyway you should go home.”

“Are you sure?”

“More than. Go on, I’ll be here a little while longer until Mulder comes back.”

“I don’t mind waiting for him too.”

“No. Really don’t worry. We’ll call you if it’s important, you need a break.”

You smiled “If you insist.” Standing up you moved to the coat stand to grab your bag and coat. “Thank you.”

Dana watched you leave the office and sat back and relaxed for a second before deciding to open the file in front of her. An hour soon passed before she was startled out of her workflow by the phone ringing.

Picking it up quickly she pressed the phone to her ear “Dana Scully how may I help?”

“Dana. It’s Y/N. Can you do me a huge favour?” your voice came from the other side of the line.

“Sure what is it?”

“I was supposed to return that tape I was listening to to the library tonight. Would you be able to? I’m so sorry I would have done it myself but I totally forgot and just remembered now.”

“Yeah sure. Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

“Uh.” you hesitated and went quiet “Actually” you paused again “Nevermind, ignore me it’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? If I’m out I don’t mind.”

There was a silence “Can you book me out a tape with heartbeat sounds? Anything will do.”

“Sure. Is that all?”

“Yeah that’s it. Thank you Dana.”

“No problem. Get some rest Y/N I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Have a lovely night.”

The phone call had ended and Dana had to admit she was slightly confused by your request. Standing up she moved over to your desk and picked up the cassette player. Curiosity took over and she was soon pressing the play button and bringing the headphones up to her ear to try and get a hint of what you were listening to.

The sound of heartbeats filled her ears and she quirked an eyebrow. She put the played and headphones back down before ejecting the tape and putting it back in it’s case.

Picking it up she returned to her desk and slipped it in her bag as footsteps approached her office. She turned to see Mulder approaching.

“How’d it go?”

He flopped into an empty seat in the office “We have something big on our hands, and not like we’ve seen before.”

“How urgent?”

“We’ll need to start first thing. For now though get some rest.”

Scully nodded “I will but you have to promise you will too.”

He put his hands up “I will.” he pushed himself to a standing position as he walked with Scully out of the building “How was Y/N today?” he questioned.

Scully smiled and quirked and quirked an eyebrow, she knew how much he liked her “She’s good. Had a bit of a wobble earlier but I think she’s ok. It happens to the best of us.”

“As long as she’s ok.”

“Yeah she is. Actually, I have to go and run an errand for her so I’ll catch you tomorrow?”

“Bright and early.” he replied with a smile before parting.

Dana was soon arriving at the Library, she found the heartbeat tapes and looked through them and their descriptions. She noticed your name on many of the checkout lists and picked one that your name wasn’t present on.

She quickly signed back in your old tape and out the new, slipping it into her bag and she continued home.

You’d had a pretty decent night's sleep and were now entering the office. Putting your bag down on your desk you turned to take off your jacket, not realising someone else was in the room. 

“Do I not get a good morning?”

You turned in shock towards Mulder’s voice, he was now rounding his desk to perch on the edge. “I didn’t even realise. I’m so sorry.” you hung up your jacket and gave him a smile “Good Morning Mulder.”

“How was your evening?”

You perched on the edge of your own desk near Mulder “It was good. Dana sent me home and I just had something to eat and went to bed honestly. I was pretty tired. What about yours? How was yesterday?”

He kicked your foot gently with his own and spoke with a smile “I’m glad you had a nice evening. Mine was good and I pretty much did the same. Yesterday was ok, we do have something big on our hands though.”

“Oh yeah?” you questioned “Is it really big or are you just saying that? You have a tendency to over-exaggerate sometimes.” you teased

He grabbed a balled-up piece of paper from his desk and lightly chucked it at you “I’ve never exaggerated in my life.

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a smug look.

“Ok maybe I have but I promise you this one is big.” He emphasised the word with his hands.

Dana heard laughter coming from the office and wasn’t surprised at all to see the two of you together in there. “Morning.” she greeted.

Mulder pushed himself off his desk “We should get a move on.” he gestured to the clock and grabbed his keys “I’ll meet you both by the car?”

“Sure.” you agreed. Standing up you went to grab your jacket again. Regretting even taking it off in the first place, if you’d known you’d been going out you wouldn’t have bothered.

“I managed to get you a new tape,” Dana said pulling it out of her bag and offering it to you.

You looked at her in shock briefly, you’d totally forgotten that you’d asked her to get you a new one, you must have been really tired when you’d called her. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” you could feel the embarrassment rise in you as you took the tape from her and slipped it into the top drawer of your desk. 

“I noticed you borrow heartbeat sounds a lot from the library. Practically every tape has been taken out by you at least once.” she said lightly with cheer in her voice.

“Yeah. It’s nothing really.”

“I’m just interested.”

“I think we should really get going.” You were getting nervous and your words were falling out. Adjusting your coat you left the office and headed towards the car. Dana knew exactly when to drop a topic and knew she’d probably pushed a little bit too far but she was soon following you.

The drive to the location didn’t take long. Picturesque scenery had stretched out around you as Mulder drove. The three of you practically fell out of the vehicle to be greeted by a farmhouse.

You began to walk towards the property when you felt Mulder gently grasp your wrist “There’s one thing you should both know.” he let go and the three of you formed a mini circle. “it apparently likes to project your biggest weaknesses when confronted, it uses them to get away and distract you. Just be careful.”

His eyes locked with yours and you nodded. Mulder was the one to lead the group into the house and made some hand gestures to suggest splitting up.

You slowly walked through the house, your footsteps echoing on the floorboards. The house was run down and abandoned but the light streaming through the windows gave it some life. It was abandoned but certainly not empty.

A creak in the next room caught your attention, slowly creeping into the room you laid your eyes immediately on the culprit. They were incredibly tall and had a rugged appearance but were backing themselves into a corner.

“Hi. I’ve heard that you’ve been causing some problems,” you spoke as you approached carefully. “That’s ok though, we can help you. You might be confused but if you just come with me and my colleagues.”

Your foot landed on a particularly loud floorboard and the person took an abrupt step towards you before slamming themselves back into the wall. “It’s ok. It’s ok it was just the floorboard.”

They started to shake their head violently before stopping and looking you dead in the eye. “Please” you pleaded.

You started to hear a heartbeat and brushed it off as your own, thinking you were getting nervous. “If you’d just come with me.” you took another step closer and the heartbeat got louder and very present in your ears. 

You took another step forward and it was soon rushing away from you and knocking over some of the last pieces of furniture in the house.

You kept your distance but turned with them. “Please just don’t be scared.”

The heartbeat was getting louder and you could hear your name being called and footsteps running up the stairs. Soon the heartbeat was so loud you couldn’t hear much else.

“Y/N?” Mulder came into the room and saw the ‘Monster’ but his eyes quickly found you and he could quickly see how uncomfortable you were. “What is it?” 

The man’s heart spiked in concern and the heartbeat that you could hear mirrored this. As he came closer it became unbearable. You knew what was happening and put out your arm to keep him away from you “Keep your distance.”’

The noise was pounding through your head. Usually, you found it comforting and you suppose there was comfort in the sounds but the amplification of them made them difficult. It was truly turning your biggest weakness into something unpleasant.

“What is it?” Mulder tried to take a step towards you.

Looking at the man you could see the concern in his eyes and the heartbeat became irregular, all you could do was shake your head and step away. “My weakness it’s-”

He wanted to help and his feet were instinctively moving towards you.

“Stop.” you shouted.

The man stopped in his tracks as you walked away “I can’t” you could feel yourself getting emotional, heat rising in your face and eyes getting wet. “Just deal with it.” you called.

“You need to tell me what you’re weakness is.” Mulder spoke.

“It’s… It’s you. Your heartbeat.” You reversed yourself into a corner.

Mulder looked between you and the creature. “And it gets worse the closer I get?”

You nodded and tried to ignore the heartbeat but it was extremely difficult.

Mulder started to approach the monster, there was a screech in your head and the heartbeat amplified more as if the monster was taking it out on you. You backed into a wall and slid down it, hands over your ears trying to gain some relief.

Mulder turned when he heard you sliding down the wall and realised how much you were being affected. Backing up he stood in the corner of the room. The heartbeats amplification lessened and you removed your hands but your eyes were reddened and threatening tears.

“Look. Just stop what you’re doing and come with us. We won’t hurt you, we’ll help you understand what’s happening.”

They took a step into the room. “That’s it. Just come with me to the car and we’ll get you somewhere where they can look after you.” Mulder coaxed

You began to push yourself up off of the floor when you heard a scuffle. Dana had come in through another door and crept up on them and injected them swiftly with a sedative which had them falling to the floor.

Mulder was at your side, putting an arm on the small of your back “It’s gone right?” 

You nodded “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise I can’t even imagine.”

“Thank you Dana.” you smiled 

“He won’t be out for long, we should get someone to come collect him.”

Mulder nodded “Do you have any contacts?”

Scully nodded and was soon leaving to arrange a pick up

You moved to be beside Mulder “I think I have to explain what happened.”

“You don’t.” 

“I do.” the man moved to perch himself on the old dusty desk and you sat next to him “I use heartbeats to overcome anxiety and … well I’m pretty much in love with the sound. I think it chose your heartbeat to amplify because I think I like you Mulder. What happened there basically confirms it.” you let out a small laugh.

“If we’re putting all our cards on the table here.” he looked at you and you turned to him “I have many weaknesses including losing the ones I love and it used that and also used you. When I was walking through the house I saw bodies on the floor and most of them were yours. I kept going because I knew this he hadn’t physically killed anyone yet but when I saw you in pain and couldn’t have me near you? That really hurt.”

You nodded and looked at your hands “So what we’re both saying here is that we have feelings for each other.”

“I guess so.” he let out a breath “Will you let me take you for dinner tonight?”

You nodded “That’d be nice. I think we deserve it.”

“We do.” he smiled and stood up “I think we should probably get out of here before he wakes up.”

“Yeah, we should.” The two of you walked side by side as you left the property to meet Dana by the car, Mulder couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face.

“They’re on their way to come get him.” She turned to face Mulder properly “What’s got into you?” Scully questioned

Mulder just shrugged and walked over to the driver's side of the car and slid inside. Scully rolled her eyes “Looks like we’re leaving.” She opened the passenger’s side door as you got into the back.

As Scully’s contacts pulled up Mulder began to pull away. He briefly made eye contact with you in the rear-view mirror and smiled and you flashed him a smile of your own.

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Flatmates - Harry Styles

i listened to kiwi while writing it so i strongly advise to listen to is while reading as well. without any further ado, i present you this flatmate!harry fic with some steamy smut!

word count: ~9k

warning: smut

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You were desperate to find a place to live, to say the least. You’ve always had trouble remembering deadlines and important dates, and thanks to this charming trait of yours, you successfully missed the deadline of the college dormitory applications. After a day of solid panic you started looking for cheap apartments, but living off campus seemed to be something only rich people could afford. Rents were ridiculously high and you were certain you couldn’t afford to spend thousands of dollars for a room smaller than your pantry back at home. You watched ad after ad, making calls all day for a week straight, but at the end, you always went to bed with the thought that you’ll have to live under a bridge through the first semester of your freshman year.

It was until a friend of yours, Rita, who was mature enough to apply to the dormitory in time called you with the best news you could receive.

“This friend of my future roomie is looking for a flat mate. You gave me his number, maybe you could give him a call and see if the room is still available. Just tell him Kimberly gave you his number, I’m sure he’ll offer you the room on a nicer price.”

“Oh my God, you just saved my life!” you gasped, almost feeling like crying. “I owe you big time, Rita!”

You called right away, not wanting to waste any time and maybe have the room already rented by then. A deep, male voice answered the call in a soothing British accent.

“Harry Styles,” he said in a calm tone.

“Hey! My name is Y/N and I got your number from Kimberly. I’m looking for a place to live from September and I was told you have a room to rent?”

Harry sounded a little hesitant at first, asked a few questions about you to have a better picture of you, but eventually offered the room. You quickly agreed that you’d be able to move in at the end of August. You were thankful you had one less worry about school finally.

August rolled around the corner faster than you expected and in no time, half your life was packed up into boxes and suitcases as you and your dad drove two hours on a Saturday to get you all settled in your new home. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen Harry just yet. Though you did search up his name, but he was the kind to never post about himself, but mostly about guitars, landscapes and animals. His Instagram was dry, no trait of what he looked like or even the slightest hint about himself. There was only one photo that featured the outline of a guy, which makes it clear that the person was fully naked, no trace of any clothes hanging on his body, but it was completely dark, so nothing could be really seen. However the tag on the figure made you think it wasn’t him, so it didn’t matter. His Facebook seemed even sadder, barely any posts, not even a decent profile picture. You were surprised to see there are people who don’t really use social media, but you didn’t take it as a bad sign. Harry must be a private person and you had nothing against that.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to move in with a guy you’ve never met before?” your dad asks as the two of you are unloading the car in front of the apartment complex. Glancing up you shrug your shoulders with a little excitement, knowing that you are only minutes away from finally seeing the person you are gonna spend your next months living with.

“He sounded like a decent person, and I really don’t have any other choice, dad. Or do you want me to sleep in a park or something?”

“God, no. You really should be more careful about those deadlines next time,” he sighs kissing the top of your head before shutting the back of the car once everything is set on the ground.

“Don’t worry, I already bought a calendar so I can keep better track of everything.”

When you first told your parents that you’d be living with Harry, they didn’t seem to be a fan of the idea, but they realized you weren’t really swimming in options at the moment so they eventually come to peace that their daughter is going to be living with a guy. They didn’t make a big deal out of it, knowing well you were an adult now practically who can make choices for herself.

The two of you manage to bring everything up to the third floor and you ring the doorbell since you don’t have your keys yet. You immediately recognize Harry’s British accent as he calls out a “coming!” from the other side of the door and a few seconds later it opens, revealing him.

Your first thought is that he is tall. Very tall and oh my! How handsome! His green eyes find your gaze and his dimples come out as he smiles at you happily. This man is surely a nice sight, you think to yourself, but you quickly bring yourself back to reality as he takes a look at all the stuff surrounding you.

“Y/N, why didn’t you call me that you were here? I could have helped you!” Taking a step outside he stretches his hand out for your dad. “Nice to meet ya, you must be Mr. Y/L/N. I’m Harry.”

“Nice to meet you,” your dad nods at him shaking his head before Harry grabs a box from the floor himself, holding the door open for you.

“Come on in!”

The three of you quickly bring everything inside from the hallway and you finally have a moment to look around. It’s not a big apartment, but seemingly perfect for two people. Walking in you have a small kitchen on the left and a little dining area on the right with a simple table and four chairs around it. Further inside is the living room, it’s nicely furnished very bright thanks to the large windows across the front door. On the left there’s a door that leads to the bathroom and on the right there’s a small hallway, two doors on each side. The two rooms are exactly the same size, so there was no need to have a discussion about who is getting which room. Not that you were gonna go against Harry when he literally saved your life with letting you stay with him.

The place seems tidy and neat, it’s clear that Harry takes good care of his home and that is for sure a relief.

Your room has a double bed, a desk with a chair, a dresser and a built in little closet. Everything is white or a light beige color, nothing extreme and you already have plans about how you want to decorate it to make it cozier.

“I left two shelves free for you out of the three. I have a few hair products, but I figured you’d need more space,” Harry tells you when you put a smaller box into the bathroom that has all your toiletries.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” you smile at him.

Your dad sticks around a little longer helping you unpack some of the bigger boxes, then you walk him down to his car before he leaves.

“Please call your mother often. You know how much she worries about you,” he asks as he pulls you into a quick hug.

“Will do.”

“And call us anytime you need help. Two hours is not that far away, I can always come and get you.”

“I’ll be alright, dad, but thank you.”

You watch him climb into the car and he rolls down the windows waving in your way as he leaves from the parking lot. You stand there until he disappears on the corner and then go back up to your apartment.

Harry is sitting in the living room when you get back, some quiet music playing from the Bluetooth speaker as he reads a book. He glances up at you and you flash him a smile closing the door behind you.

“Your dad seemed quite okay with you living with a guy.”

“He had time to get used to it. They’re not that strict though.”

“That’s cool. I was thinking, maybe we could order some food when you’re done unpacking and just get to know each other a little more.”

“That sounds great!” you smile, but can’t ignore how fast your heart is beating in your chest. Harry surely has an effect on you that you’ll need to gain control over if you don’t want to make living together hard for yourself.

It takes quite some time to unpack everything and find the right place for your stuff, you don’t even finish by the time the food arrives so you decide to leave the rest for tomorrow.

The Chinese food is all set on the table when you walk out and Harry is getting two plates for the two of you.

“Settled in?” he asks as you take one of the chairs and he sits across you.

“Not fully, but I’m getting there,” you chuckle as he hands you your order. “Thank you.”

You talk over the food, just getting to know each other and you finally get a better picture of Harry. It’s his third year of college, he is studying music and pedagogy, intending to one day use music as a helping tool for kids who have learning difficulties. He is a big fan of collecting vinyls and quite passionate about trashy rom coms.

“Really?” you chuckle when he mentions how his Netflix queue is filled with romantic movies.

“Guilty pleasure,” he nods smirking.

You tell a little about yourself too and he seems genuinely interested, which feels nice. You would have hated if he found your interests boring and negligible, but that’s not the case.

“How come you couldn’t find a roommate for so long?” you ask the question that’s been in the back of your mind for quite a while now. Both of you are done eating and you’re cleaning up the table.

Nothing really stood out about Harry just yet, it’s quite a mystery for you why he couldn’t find someone to live with him.

“Well, you could say I’m a little picky in this field. Lived with my best mate first year, and though I absolutely love him, he was horrible to live with. Felt like his personal maid the whole time. When Niall moved in with his girlfriend and I had to move on my own I promised myself I would choose carefully. Lived with a PhD student last year, he was pretty great, but he moved out when he graduated, and I couldn’t really find someone I liked since then.”

“Glad I passed then,” you chuckle as you take the dishes and start washing them while Harry stands next to you, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“You seemed like a decent person to live with, I hope I won’t be wrong about that,” he chuckles, but you can tell he is still a little scared you might turn out to be a total asshole.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too much trouble. I’m quiet like a mouse and clean up after myself.”

“That’s all that matters,” he smiles. “Alright, I have some things to finish, I’ll be in my room if you need help with anything.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

He waves in your way before disappearing in his bedroom.

You spend most of your Sunday unpacking what was left and running errands, buying groceries so you don’t have to go to the store every other day during the week. You occasionally meet Harry in the kitchen or the living room, but you both just do your own thing and it’s totally fine by you.

School starts quiet smoothly, Harry was kind enough to give you a rundown of where you’ll find your lecture halls so you don’t really get lost around campus, easily finding your way.

Friday afternoon you and Rita are sitting at a café near campus to discuss the first week of school. You don’t have any classes together, so only grabbed lunch two times all week, but didn’t have more than twenty minutes together before one of you had to run to a class. Now you are both comfortably sat in a booth with two cappuccinos and plenty of time to talk.

“So, how is living with Harry?” she curiously asks.

“He is great! Though we don’t meet that much. He has a band so he has practice three times a week, spends the rest of his time at home reading or watching TV.”

You ate dinner together twice this week, but you haven’t really had the courage to join him in the living room when he was watching TV. It sounds stupid but you figured maybe it would bother him if you were out there with him. And since he didn’t invite you either, you just stayed in your room mostly.

“Kimberly told me he is hot, is that true?” she asks with a smirk as she takes a sip from her hot drink. You immediately feel your cheeks heating up.

“Well, he surely is a good looking guy,” you breathe out.

“Lucky you! There’s not much of those in an all girls dorm,” she pouts and you chuckle. “So are you gonna make a move on him?”

“That’s not gonna happen,” you shake your head laughing.

“Why not?”

“Because we live together and if he rejects me that would be so awkward for the rest of our time living together.”

“But you can’t know for sure if he would reject,” she points out, but she can’t bring up one thing that would change your mind.

“It’s better not to take the odds. I don’t want to end up on the street.”

 As the days go by, things start to get busier in your everydays. Assignments and papers start to pile up so you have to start working on them if you don’t want to leave everything to the last moment. You become a regular in the library, the atmosphere is great for you to get into the flow and get a lot of work done.

It seems like Harry is in the same shoe, he is often in and out of the apartment, sometimes only spends home just a couple of minutes before he leaves again. However they slowly get accustomed to each other, learn the ways the other likes things and work up a schedule for things. Harry learns that Y/N likes to take a shower twice a day and washes her hair usually on Wednesdays and Sundays, so he doesn’t try to take too much time in the bathroom on those days. He also notices how she doesn’t have time to wash the dishes after herself on Thursdays when she just runs home to have a quick bite before she has to leave for another lecture, so they came to a silent agreement where Harry cleans up after her on Thursdays while she takes up on the dishes on Saturday when Harry leaves to band practice at eight.

They work well together and soon enough all of Harry’s doubts about Y/N fade into nothing and he realizes he has made the right choice with her.

Usually she stays at the library until seven on Mondays, but this week they are closing early because they are rearranging a whole department, so Y/N leaves a little after five. She pays a quick trip to the grocery store before she heads home. Opening up the door she immediately hears the music playing, one of Harry’s vinyls is twirling around in the record player and she hears the water running in the bathroom. Setting her bags on the counter she starts unpacking the groceries.

The music and the running water pushed the sound of her arriving down, Harry didn't realize that you were home early when he opens the bathroom door, singing to himself wearing absolutely nothing as he wants to go and grab a pair of clean underwear, but he is shocked to see you standing in the kitchen.

“Shit!” he snaps, hands immediately flying to cover himself as he sprints back to the bathroom quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

Your cheeks are heating up immediately even though you didn’t see anything you weren’t supposed to, the counter top covered him just right above the critical line, but it’s the first time you’ve seen his upper body completely naked.

Even though it was just a spit second, the sight of his many tattoos and the defined V-line leading down to his crotch burned straight into your mind, leaving you flustered and shy all of a sudden.

“Sorry! I should have let you know I was coming home early!” you call out turning around, as if he was about to walk out naked again. Harry chuckles lightly as he returns, this time a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t be silly, you don’t have to check in when you come home. It was my fault, I shouldn’t just walk around naked assuming you wouldn’t be home.”

You should, you think to yourself gulping as you turn around and dare to look at him again. You don’t see less than just a few seconds ago, his chest is glistening from the dampness, his curls are still wet and you are having a hard time not to stare at the tattoos on his lower stomach, so you busy yourself with the rest of your groceries as he walks into his room and returns in a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt.

“Any plans for the weekend?” he asks disappearing in the bathroom, but he leaves the door open and you hear him shuffle around, probably fixing up his hair. He uses some kind of mousse that keeps his curls perfectly and also happens to smell like mango and some kind of citrus.

“Um, not really.”

“We’re playing at this bar with the band, wanna come and watch us?” Walking out of the bathroom he switches the light off before walking to the couch and opening up his Netflix account on the TV. His invitation surprises you, but it also feels nice he wants you there.

“Oh, sounds fun! Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! I can have a table reserved for you, if you’d like,” he smiles at you before turning his attention to the screen.

“That would be great, thanks.”

You feel like after your little encounter it’s probably not the best day to join him at the TV, especially because you can’t stop yourself from blushing every time you look at him. The sight of his naked torso pops up in your mind every time and there’s no way you can just casually sit on the couch with him without your body lighting up on fire.

 Rita is excited when you tell her about the invitation, you don’t even have to convince her to go with you since she is dying to finally meet Harry. When he leaves in the early afternoon on Saturday he assures you that there’s gonna be a table reserved under your name, and off he goes to practice, leaving you alone for the rest of the day since he tells you he won’t be back before the concert tonight. Rita comes over around six and the two of you get ready together.

“You have to wear something spicy,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you while you sit at your desk applying mascara to your lashes.

“I don’t want to overdress, it’s just a bar.”

“Yeah, but Harry invited you. I bet he wants you to see him play.”

“Of course he wants, why else would he invite me?” you ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t get it,” she chuckles turning to you, hands on her hips. “He wants you to see him play because it feeds his ego. Maybe even turns him on.”

“Stop acting like there is anything between us. We are flatmates and that’s all.”

“I think he wants to be more, you’re just too pussy to make a move yourself,” she shrugs turning back to your closet.

“Stop calling me a pussy for not wanting to make it awkward for the two of us to live together. I’m pretty sure Harry doesn’t see me as anything more than just the person he lives with.”

“Then we have to change that. And I think this is the perfect dress for that.”

Rita pulls out a little black dress you bought about a year ago, but never really got around to wear it. It’s so tight, pushes your tits up way too much for your liking, you’re not even sure why you bought it in the first place.

“I’m not wearing that,” you shake your head.

“Are you afraid he might get a boner from you in it?”

“Rita!” you snap at her, but she just chuckles.

“Look, if you’re so sure he doesn’t want you like that, why does it matter what you wear?”

She has a point. It’s not like this dress will change anything and it would be nice to wear at least once in your life this stupid dress if you bought it.

Grabbing it from her hands you throw it to the bed and start undressing as she claps in victory.

You remembered right, the dress leaves close to nothing to the imagination when it comes to your figure. The fabric hugs your figure tightly, and you put on a lacy bralette that peeks out at the top of the dress, kind of covering some more from your skin, since the dress doesn’t do much in that field itself. Rita tries to convince you not to take a jacket, but you throw your denim jacket on, feeling the need to have something give you the slightest sense of being covered.

You arrive at the bar twenty minutes before the concert starts and it’s a good thing Harry reserved a table for you, because the place is packed. You’re not sure if it’s because of them or it’s just a regular Saturday evening.

The little stage is all set up, but you see no sign of Harry anywhere as the two of you settle at your table with a drink. Luckily, the bartender did not ask for an ID, he was too busy looking at your chest. At least there’s one good thing in this dress.

The drum set at the back has the name of the band on it and you smile reading it. The word ‘Stylish’ is printed on it with bold blue letters, referring to Harry’s last name, who is most likely the front man of the band.

The place is buzzing and the two of you enjoy being out at a bar concert. When the lights go down you finally spot him walking out of the back followed by a guy and two girls.

“Welcome, folks,” he greets the audience, his accent filling up the place over the chatters. A round of cheering answers him, making him smile. “Thank you for coming out tonight, we hope to entertain you in the next hour. Our name is Stylish and now let’s get down to business,” he smirks and just as he takes a step back from the mic, the band starts playing. Harry grabs a guitar himself before stepping back to the mic and then he starts singing.

They play a mixture of covers and original songs, the transition between them is so smooth you sometimes forget it’s a whole different song that’s playing. Harry is clearly enjoying the spotlight, his presence on the stage is so natural and capturing, you often catch yourself forgetting about the rest of the band.

One song follows the other and you don’t even realize how fast this hour passes by. Harry sometimes stops in-between songs, entertaining the audience with small jokes and just casually interacting with them.

“Our last song is up next, so let me take a moment to introduce the band,” Harry speaks into the mic while softly playing the guitar so it’s not completely quiet as he talks. “At the drums, the amazing and talented Sarah Jones!”

A round of applause fills the bar as Sara waves around smiling widely, before Harry moves on to the next member.

“Playing the piano, the wonderful Charlotte Clark!”

Charlotte plays a short melody on the keys matching up with what Harry has been playing, before she also waves at the audience.

“The guy who is a way better guitarist than me, Mitch Rowland.”

Harry’s comment makes the audience laugh and Mitch just nods shyly, a smile pulling on his lips under his mustache.

“And this handsome Brit who sometimes acts like a comedian,” Sarah starts leaning closer to her mic. “Harry Styles.”

It’s no surprise that Harry gets the biggest cheering and he smirks sweetly, his fingers still strumming on the guitar. The clapping and screaming slowly dies down and as Harry steps back to his mic they start the last song.

It’s quite an upbeat, funky song, you just can’t resist dancing around on your chair and seemingly Rita is enjoying herself as well, cheering with her beer in her hand. The song comes to an end and they all line up at the front of the stage bowing down together as the whole bar cheers on them as one person.

“Woah, this was… something else,” Rita breathes out once they disappear at the back and chatter fills up the place once again and the lights come back.

“They smashed it!” you nod in agreement. You figured they are good if they get asked to perform, but this was way beyond what you were expecting.

Looking around you are hoping to see Harry somewhere, but they must be celebrating somewhere at the back. Maybe he won’t even come out, you think to yourself as you finish up your beer.

“I’ll get us another round,” you tell Rita as you make your way to the bar.

There are quite a few people waiting to be served, so you squeeze yourself into the crowd and hope to get to the front soon.

“So how did you like it?”

You jump in surprise when you hear Harry’s voice coming from behind you, and turning around you see how close he is standing to you.

“Hi! I didn’t even see you sneak up on me,” you chuckle making him smile as he squeezes himself next to you. The two of you finally reach the front, but the bartender is serving someone a little on the left so you have to wait. “I loved it, you were like a proper rockstar up there!”

“Thanks,” he chuckles and his dimples show up on his cheeks. The bartender finally gets to you and Harry is quick to order for the both of you. “’S probably better if I place the order since you’re not twenty one just yet.”

“Didn’t have any problem ordering the first time,” you smirk smugly and Harry raises his eyebrows at you before his eyes wander down your body for a second.

“I bet you didn’t in this dress.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of how daring your outfit looks, so out of reflex, you pull your jacket tighter on yourself, Harry’s smile quickly fades as he realizes that he made you uncomfortable with his comment.

“I meant that you look really pretty. Definitely makes you appear a little older though.”

“My friend wanted me to wear it, I would have been fine with something else,” you admit as the bartender places your order in front of you and Harry pays for the whole thing.

“Glad she convinced you,” he grins down at you and you can feel your cheeks heating up once again.

He helps you carry the drinks to the table and Rita quickly puts her phone away when she sees who you are returning with.

“Harry, this is my friend, Rita. Rita, this is Harry,” you introduce them and Harry shakes her head smiling.

“Nice to meet you,” he nods kindly.

“Oh, same goes for you,” Rita smirks and you roll your eyes at her.

“I’ll go get the rest of the band, do you mind if we join you guys here? There are no empty tables.”

“Sure,” you nod smiling before the crowd swallows Harry.

“For fuck’s sake, you have to make a move on him, Y/N!” Rita turns to you as soon as he is gone.

“Would you stop?” you chuckle.

“No! This dude is so hot I forget my name when I look at him! And you live with him! You can’t miss this chance, Y/N.”

“I’m not missing anything. We live together, it’s not worth it.”

“Not missing anything?” Rita looks at you as if you were mental. “You are literally missing everything!”

“I’m done with this conversation,” you tell him just when Harry appears again, this time with two of his bandmates, Sarah and Mitch are following him smiling, hand in hand.

“Charlotte had to leave early, but this is Sarah and Mitch,” Harry introduces them as they join the two of you at the table. “And this is my flatmate, Y/N and her friend Rita.”

You all shake hands as Harry sorts out the extra beers he has ordered so everyone has a drink on their hand.

It’s no surprise, but Sarah and Mitch prove themselves to be just as cool as they seemed up on the stage. And the best thing is that they don’t shy away from sharing funny stories that include Harry.

“So have you been looking for a new place to stay, Y/N?” Mitch jokes. “I’m sure you’ve had enough of Harry by now.”

“Very funny,” Harry laughs at his bandmate’s comment.

“To be honest it’s pretty fine so far. He is a pleasant person to share your home with,” you say with a soft chuckle.

“What’s one thing you hate about living with him?” Sarah asks and Harry pretends to be hurt over the question.

“Who said there’s anything she hates?”

“Shush, I was asking her!” she hushes at him making you laugh.

“I really can’t point out anything in particular. Maybe he has been very careful, luring me into believing that he is the perfect flatmate so I get stuck with him.”

You stay for a while, just chatting and having a good time until the bar starts to empty out and you decide it’s better if you head home as well.

“We have to take care of the equipment, are you leaving or do you want to wait for me?” Harry asks you.

“We’ll just call an Uber, don’t worry about it,” you smile at him.

“Alright, see you at home.”

You say goodbye to Sarah and Mitch and part your ways with them as you and Rite head outside.

“I hope you noticed how Harry was looking at you,” Rita smirks at you when the two of you are sitting at the back of the Uber.

“What are you talking about?” you sigh leaning your head against the seat.

“I caught him staring at you quite a few times.”

“He was just probably looking at me when I was talking. Don’t try to talk something into it that’s not true.”

“Alright, I’ll stop,” she replies holding up her hands. “But I still think you are missing out on some amazing dick.”

You awkwardly glance at the driver who is hearing everything you say, but Rita seemingly doesn’t mind that you’re not alone.

“You know what? We should give Tinder a try.”

“What? Why?”

“If you don’t want to make a move on your hot flatmate, we need to get some satisfaction from others.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Oh, you are not,” she chuckles. “But you will be when you match with the hottest guys on campus.”

You let Rita believe that she convinced you to sign up for Tinder, but you get out of the car with the intention of never downloading the app, like ever.

Walking into the apartment you grab a clean, oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties since your sleeping shorts are all dirty, but you were planning to do the laundry tomorrow. You decide it’s not a big deal and the shirt will probably cover enough of your body.

You take a quick shower to get off the thick smell of the bar that’s stuck on your skin, taking your time moisturizing yourself once you’re done. When you get dressed you see that the shirt does cover your bum, but if you lifted your arms up it surely shows a big portion of your ass, so you’ll have to be careful if Harry arrives.

You’re lounging on the couch watching a rerun of House M.D. and scrolling through your phone when Harry arrives.

“Hey there, rockstar!” you greet him teasingly and he just chuckles shyly.

“Is it gonna be my new nickname?”

“Well, you really were one tonight, so I think yes,” you nod making him laugh. Walking further inside his eyes stop on your bare legs and he is quick to notice that you’re not wearing any pants, like you usually do. You immediately tug on the end of the shirt to cover more of your skin, but it’s not really working.

“Ehm, I’ll go and take a quick shower,” he informs you before disappearing in his room first and then rushing into the bathroom.

Looking down at your attire you decide it’ll be better if you threw on some sweats. Harry clearly got a little uncomfortable seeing you so bare, so it’s better to cover up. You’ll just take them off when you go to bed.

Harry doesn’t take too long in there, and when he joins you on the couch you are pretty sure he took a cold shower since no steam followed him when he left the bathroom. His eyes flicker to your now covered legs, but he doesn’t say anything, just makes himself comfortable next to you.

“You like it?” he asks nodding at the TV.

“Yeah, he is such an asshole, but it’s funny,” you huff. “Hey, I took a few pictures tonight. Wanna see if you like any of them?”

“Sure,” he nods pushing himself up a little as you unlock your phone and show him the photos you took of him and the band while performing.

Some of them ended up really cool, you were able to catch the lights and their movements just the right way, especially one stands out where he was holding out a note, basically screaming into the mic, he really looks like a rockstar on that one.

“Can you send me this one?”

“Done,” you smile at him and glancing over you see that he opens the Instagram app on his phone. You watch him crop and adjust it a little bit, then tag his bandmates and finally, he posts it.

“Wow, this is the first picture on your page with you actually on it,” you tease him.

“So you’ve been stalking my profile?” he smirks at you.

“I wanted to check you out before I moved in, but your social media was no help in that.”

“Yeah, I’m not a fan of posting that much, but this was a cool picture.”

“It’s an honor to know that I took the first one featuring you.”

“Actually, this is the second one, but it is the first one where my face is visible,” Harry tells you before turning his attention back to the TV, but the gears start to turn wildly in your mind, trying to remember which picture could be the other one.

Later, when you’re lying in your bed with your door closed, you pull up his profile and stat scrolling down. Most of the pictures fall out, because they have absolutely no trace of any human being on them. But then you stop at the one that features a black silhouette of a man, the one you thought wasn’t him.

Opening up you tap on the tag and see that it leads to Mitch’s profile, but now that you’ve met him, you’re pretty sure it’s not him in the picture. So you take a closer look and as you go over the small details, like the line of his neck, how wide his shoulders are and the untamed curls, you soon realize that it is indeed Harry in the photo.

You push down a moan when realization sets in, because that means that you’re staring at the naked silhouette of Harry and it immediately starts a fire between your legs.

“Jesus,” you whisper as you let yourself stare at the photo a little longer. You weren’t expecting it, but it’s surely making you feel some kind of way.

Locking your phone you throw it to your nightstand before you bury your head into your pillow. You have to press your thighs together quite tightly to make the throbbing sensation stop so you can finally fall asleep. Well, it takes some time before that happens and it’s quite torturous.

  Unlike how you planned, Rita finally gets you to download Tinder and give it a try. She helps you set up your profile, and though at first it feels incredibly awkward, you slowly adjust to being out there on the virtual market.

You start swiping left and right whenever you are bored during classes or you’re having a break from studying. Your matches start to pile up and soon enough you start getting messages as well. You reply to the ones you like or find funny and creative, giving them a chance, but not many end up going too far. Somehow the conversations always die down and you lose interest in the person.

Only one guy gets as far as asking you out and getting a yes as an answer. Jordan is a physics major and seemed like a nice and funny guy through the messages, good-looking too, so you decided to give it a go.

So Friday evening you dolled yourself up, put on a nice blouse with your favorite skinny jeans and black heels, ready to head out to your first ever Tinder date.

As you walk out of your room you find Harry in the kitchen in his basketball shorts and a simple black t-shirt making himself a cup of tea. The shorts are hanging low on his waist and as he reaches up to get the hones from the cupboard you get a glimpse of the soft skin on his lower waist. You quickly look away before you could have any further thoughts about what else is under the waistband of his shorts.

“Oh, where are you heading all dressed up?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

“I actually have a date,” you admit nervously as you grab your keys and put it away in your purse.

“Lucky guy,” he smiles and you can feel your cheeks heating up again. There’s just something in the way he compliments you, it makes your knees go jelly.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later? I’m not sure when I’ll be back,” you tell him grabbing your jacket from the hanger next to the front door.

“Have fun,” he nods before you walk out.

 Jordan proves himself to be quite frankly the same guy you got to know through messages. He takes you to this Mexican themed bar and you are just chatting over some exciting looking cocktails, but you find yourself zoning out sometimes.

What is Harry doing right now? Is he staying at home? I should have asked if he had any plans. Maybe he is hooking up with someone right now.

You find yourself thinking about way more than you probably should and it’s making you lose your shit. So maybe this is why, or because Rita told you to just go with the flow, but when Jordan asks if you want to go up to his place you say yes.

It’s as awkward and bad as you were expecting, unfortunately. There’s a reason why you don’t hook up with every random guy you go out with once. You are totally on different pages, but when you are lying under him on his bed, you just know there’s no way out.

It’s not that he forces you, because you’re sure he would have stopped if you asked, but it would be so awkward to just walk out because you weren’t feeling the vibe. So at least one of you should enjoy it.

You should deserve an Oscar for that orgasm you fake, it’s so believable. Jordan doesn’t seem to notice that you felt absolutely nothing, just frustration and impatience, he tries to make you stay the night, but you save yourself with a lie that you have to wake up early in the morning so it’s best if you head home.

Your frustration just grows on your way home. You were really hoping to get laid tonight, so maybe that could stop you from fantasizing about Harry, because your thoughts have been wild since you found out that he is the one on that Instagram picture. It doesn’t help that he has been walking around shirtless quite a lot.

Shameful or not, you even touched yourself once thinking about him. You were home alone after a particularly boring day so you thought you’d just get yourself off. Before you could realize where your thoughts have wandered, you were moaning his name as you came hard. You couldn’t look into his eyes that day when he came home, he probably thought you were nuts, basically running away from him.

It’s almost midnight when you get back home, you were expecting Harry to be asleep by now since he has band practice in the morning, but you are surprised to see light coming from his room. As you close the front door, kicking your heels off he walks out, of course, without a shirt, his glorious body on full display.

“Hey, how was your date?” he asks as you step to the fridge to get yourself something to drink. You’ve been so damn thirsty since Jordan was… done with you, you could have asked for some water at least, but you just wanted to leave as fast as possible.

“Ugh, don’t even ask,” you whine, leaning against the counter.

“That bad?”

“Worse,” you roll your eyes and Harry chuckles softly.

“Come on, it couldn’t be that bad if you came home so late.”

“Well, it did start off nice, but I shouldn’t have said yes when he asked if I wanted to go to his place.”

“Oh.”

“Worst sex of my life, I wanted out the moment we arrived, to be honest,” you honestly say, feeling a little weird that you’re talking to Harry about it, but you just want to get it off your chest.

“Then why didn’t you just leave?”

“Dunno, I just… I was hoping for just a little satisfaction, but I guess I asked for too much,” you sigh finishing up your water and you walk past him with the intention to grab your pajamas and have a shower that would wash away the happenings of the night, but Harry’s voice stops you.

“Not everything is lost just yet.” Turning around you give him a puzzled look.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He bites into his bottom lip and lets his eyes travel down your body, his intent gaze sends a shiver down your spine. When his eyes return to your gaze your heart is wildly beating against your chest.

“I mean that… I can make you feel good, if you want.”

Your mouth hangs open and your eyebrows shoot up at the blunt offer he just made. At first you’re not even sure you heard him right, but as you replay his words you realize that you indeed heard him crystal clear.

“Are you messing with me right now?” you ask, feeling like it’s all just a joke. He did not just offer to satisfy you because you complained to him about how bad your date was.

Harry takes a few steps closer to you, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

“Not really. You want to get off and I would love to be the one to help you with it.”

“But… we live together,” you say and realize how stupid this just sounded, but you hope he gets what you were trying to say.

“So? Does that mean we can’t fuck?”

The way he said that makes your legs go weak for sure. You’ve been fantasizing about things similar to this, but those were nowhere near to actually hear him propose the idea of fucking.

“But… it’ll be weird, won’t it?”

“Only if we make it.”

He walks closer, closing the distance between the two of you and he cups your cheek in his hand as his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but you already know you gave in. There’s no way you can say him no, not after weeks of dreaming about the exact same thing.

“Just stop thinking,” he tells you before pressing his lips against yours.

He kisses you hard and you gladly let his tongue push into your mouth within a second, kissing him back with the same passion. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands travel down on your sides until they reach your ass and they give it a bold squeeze, making you moan into his lips. You feel him grin as his hands move over to your thighs and he urges you to jump and so you do, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Though you keep your eyes closed, kissing him hard, you can tell he brings you to the couch, laying you down to your back, holding himself up above you. He starts kissing down your jawline and neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. His hands grab the hem of your shirt and you lift yourself up a bit so he can pull it off, throwing it away to somewhere behind the couch. While his lips are sucking on your breasts wherever they are bulging out from the lacy bra, his hands work fast on your jeans, undoing the button and the zipper, tugging them down until you can just kick them right off.

“Matching set? You were really counting on having a good time tonight,” he mumbles against your tummy as he kisses his way down on your body.

His right hand reaches up and cups your breast before it slides under you and easily unclasps your bra. You quickly slide the straps off and throw it to the side, so now you are lying under him only in your panties, whimpering and panting at every kiss he leaves on your body.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he hums glancing up at you, sitting between your legs as he slides just one finger over your soaking wet panties, running it along your throbbing center.

“Fuck, I want you,” you breathe out.

“How exactly do you want me?”

“Jesus, just eat me out, Harry!” you shamelessly moan and he smugly smirks before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down, throwing it to the ground.

Now you’re lying completely naked in front of him, and he pushes your knees farther apart, looking down at you with lustful eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” he growls as he gets closer and without a warning, he licks into you.

You moan in sensation as he starts sucking on your clit, his tongue working perfectly against your bud. Your hands find their way into his hair and you grab a handful of it in each. Oh, how many times you’ve thought about doing this!

“Harry!” you cry out when you feel him push a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out a few times before he adds another to it. He quickly picks up his pace as he keeps sucking on your clit, getting you closer to your orgasm with every lick.

“Fuck, I’m so close!” you moan, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you struggle to even breathe.

“Cum for me, baby,” he mumbles against your wet clit and just a few more pumps later you came, screaming his name.

“Fucking hell, Harry!” you breathe out when he climbs up on you smirking.

“You think you can handle another one?” he asks, pecking your lips softly. Looking down you see how hard he is and even if you were on the verge of dying you would have said yes. There’s no way you let him get up from this couch unsatisfied after the orgasm he just gave you.

Instead of saying anything, you push on him until he is sitting on the couch and you have your knees on his sides.

“I think you are a little overdressed, aren’t you?” you ask teasingly as you bring a hand down to his erection, cupping it through his shorts and underwear.

Harry cranes his neck so his lips could meet yours again as he lifts his hips up, pushing his shorts down along with his boxers. You sit back down to his lap and his erection presses against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you ask breathlessly, but Harry shakes his head.

“I would last, I just want to fuck you,” he growls and you swear to God that was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Condom, we need a condom,” you tell him, still kissing his lips.

You get off him and he quickly runs into his room, shortly returning with a condom between his teeth. He rips the package on his way and falls back to the couch, rolling it on carefully. When he is done you swing your leg over him and get on top again, holding onto his broad shoulders. He grabs the base of his cock and lines himself up to your center and you give yourself a moment to admire his naked beauty right in front of you.

You look into his sparkling eyes and leaning down you kiss him hard as you slowly ease down to his length, his cock slowly filling you up fully.

“Oh fuck!” he moans at the feeling of you around him. His fingers dig deep into your waist as you stay still for a few moments, adjusting to his length. “You alright?” he asks breathlessly. Your eyes meet his and you nod a little before you start moving.

It takes a few moments to find the right pace and get yourself comfortable, but when you finally do, you just can’t stop. His hands are on your ass as he guides your hips a little and you feel the rings on his fingers against your heated skin. He buries his face into your neck nibbling and kissing on the soft skin wherever he reaches.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot, Y/N,” he grunts when you let your head fall back, feeling your orgasm slowly building up again.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum again,” you pant, picking up a faster pace, desperate for release.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good!” he moans wrapping his arms around you as he holds you still, stopping you from moving, but instead he starts thrusting into you, his cock buries so deep into your pussy, your eyes roll back into your head from the feeling.

“Yes! Don’t fucking stop!” you scream as he keeps fucking you hard.

It doesn’t take too long until you fall completely apart and cum again, your legs basically turning into jelly. Just a few thrusts later Harry cums as well, thrusting deep into you a few more times as he moans into your neck.

You lie completely numb on him, his fingers gently stroking your naked back as you try to come back to reality. When you lean back and your eyes meet again you are still speechless.

“I’ve literally wanted it since the day you walked into this place,” he admits with a soft chuckle.

“Really?” you giggle shyly.

“Oh, really. Seeing you around, sometimes without a bra under your shirt completely killed me most of the time.”

Your cheeks are heating up, you didn’t think he noticed when you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Don’t be so shy, you have amazing tits, you are not allowed to wear a bra anymore around here,” he teases you grinning as you laugh and leaning down you kiss him shortly.

“I had quite a few fantasies about you too,” you admit making him raise his eyebrows.

“Really?”

“Mhm, especially after you walked out of the bathroom naked, even though I didn’t even see your dick then.”

Harry chuckles lightly as he pushes his hair back from his forehead, resting his head against the back of the couch.

“So…” you shyly start, ”what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that… we live together and we just fucked. What does this mean for the future?”

“Well, I thought that next time we could do it the right way. I could take you out on a proper date, and then fuck you on the kitchen counter.”

You laugh at how blunt he is, but you love the idea he just proposed.

“Okay. Sounds fine by me.”

[webofpassione]

Amaretti

Giorno x Reader

Content Warnings: NSFW Content, AFAB Reader, References to Polygamy, Mild Voyeurism, Food Play

***

An overwhelming scent of perfume assaulted your senses as you entered the store. It was incredibly floral, drawing you in and filling your head with images that were probably better saved for a different time.

But that was the purpose of the entire location.

You made your way to the counter and gave your name, waiting while your order was collected. While you waited, your eyes drifted over the countless pieces on the walls and you wished you could take them all home.

The package was handed over gently, wrapped in soft white paper with a little necklace placed on top.

With that collected, you continued with the day’s tasks, happily moving from place to place to finish what needed doing. Your connection to Bucciarati’s gang was becoming better known in the area and several people waved in greeting. It wasn’t until a man stopped you, looking a little nervous, that you realised how connected to the group you’d truly become.

“You’re with Bucciarati, right?” the man asked. “Could you give this over to him? I know it’s early but I’m going to be going away for the next two weeks and I don’t want any kind of misunderstandings, you know?”

You took the unmarked envelope from him with your most reassuring smile. “I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Tucking it safely away, you continued walking, mind lost in thoughts of how you’d become caught up in this kind of thing just from being with the others. It wasn’t bad but it was certainly not too expected.

But the day had more in store for you than that one reminder.

You ventured through the streets to one of your preferred bakeries. It was pretty far away but well worth the walk when you had an occasion to celebrate. Having already placed the order, you were a little late to collection.

Your hurried walking was a little confusing and you assured yourself that was why more and more eyes were on you as you headed further and further away from your home.

The bakery’s warm bread smell elevated your fears as you pushed open the doors.

Your nerves had been climbing through the roof. A horrible feeling of dread crawled up your spine and you wanted to lock the doors behind you. Thankfully, you knew this place. It was safer than being out on the streets so you took the opportunity to look around while you entered, scanning for anybody who was watching you.

A group of three men were hovering near some cars down the road. They had cigarettes out but you could see straight through their mock casualness.

One of them met your eyes briefly before looking away.

You walked to the counter, exchanging casual information with the owner about any suspicious people in the area. She glanced out the windows at the group and her expression told you everything.

“I doubt they’d give you trouble,” she said but her tone was unsure.

Thankfully, Bucciarati picked up on the first ring while your pastries were being packed away. Once he had your location, he told you to stay put and wait.

You chatted casually to the owner about her shop until a flash of blond hair passed the window.

“Giorno!” you greeted, fears momentarily forgotten as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. “I thought you were only getting back tonight!”

“Things wrapped up a little early,” he said, smiling down at you. He toyed with a strand of your hair and leaned down to give you a short kiss. “Bucciarati said that you needed an escort home?”

You gathered up your shopping and gestured with your head to the group. “They haven’t done anything but I can’t help but feel like they were watching me.”

“They were,” he said, close to your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine as you left the building. Not even the smell of your favourite amaretti could stop the way the hairs on the back of your neck stood. The group were definitely watching. Giorno made a point of walking between you and the road, blocking their view and ensuring you were far from them.

“Probably planning on jumping you,” he said. “This area is a bit of a turbulent one so finding one member of Bucciarati’s gang alone must have seemed like an unmissable opportunity.”

“But I’m not a member of the gang,” you whispered.

“They don’t know that.”

You got back to the house feeling a little shaken. It had faded as you’d gotten into a better-known area but you couldn’t help shuddering a little at the thought.

The moment you were inside, you put everything down and fell into his arms, burying your face into his neck and holding him as tight as you could. “Thank you for coming,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t have been okay with staying there for much longer.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, his grip around you warm and comforting. “Of course.”

Giorno’s scent was always tinted with a floral tone that you couldn’t quite place. It was never too strong but you felt that you could recognise it anywhere. The same could be said for the texture of his suit with its velveteen fabric.

“I know you were only gone for a week but everybody really missed you,” you said. You played with his braid, wanting to undo it but knowing it was still early in the day. “I think we’re going to dinner tonight.”

“I think so too,” he murmured. “I missed you all more than I could put into words.”

You closed your eyes and tightened your grip, not having even thought it was possible to do. Going out with the others never scared you but you were reminded more and more about how outsiders perceived your relationships. It took effort but you forced the thought from your mind.

“Do you want something to drink?” Giorno asked. “I still have some stuff to unpack.”

He reminded you of your plans in a simple phrase and you nearly groaned as you realised that he was home too early. You glanced down at your packages and then nodded, asking for some tea while you ran upstairs to drop some stuff off, promising to meet him in his office.

It was an absolute rush. You had to drop the envelope off in Bucciarati’s office, rush into his office and put the sweets out, then hurry into the bathroom and get changed.

The lingerie you had gotten was a light pink and incredibly flowy. It was a semi-transparent slip with gold lacing around the edges and a matching frilly pair of panties. The fabric was amazing against your skin and you smoothed your hands over it a few times before clasping the final piece around your neck. The necklace was a velvet gold choker, embellished with a tiny ladybug charm on the side.

You slipped out and hopped onto the desk (thankfully Giorno wasn’t fond of keeping lots of things on it), crossed your ankles, put your arms back and waited.

Thankfully, you didn’t wait long.

Giorno opened the door, his surprise momentarily freezing him.

“This was meant to be your welcome home present tonight,” you said, voice low and alluring. “But I guess this is as good of a time as any.”

He placed the two cups of tea down on the side table, stepping in without bothering to close the door.

Your heart stuttered as he approached with an almost stalking movement, his eyes flashing like emeralds as he took in the details of your outfit. Placing one hand on your knee, he slid it higher slowly, rubbing little circles against your skin.

“You got this for me?”

“I know it’s your favourite colour.”

He hummed in agreement and leaned forward, so close that his nose brushed your own. Your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation but no kiss came. Instead, he leaned away and made a soft, pleased noise.

“These are really good,” he said when you opened your eyes. He held up one of the amaretti, bitten in half. “Almost worth the walk.”

You smiled, trying to ignore the growing heat that pooled in your belly. “They are.”

He held the rest of the biscuit out to you and you took it from his fingers without breaking eye contact; lightly sucking as you did so. His expression was momentarily clouded with lust but he recovered when you moved back to your prior position.

“It can’t be comfortable sitting up there,” Giorno mentioned. He held out his hand to take your own, gently encouraging you off the desk. “Why don’t you come sit with me and we can enjoy our tea.”

You fetched your mug, swaying your hips with every step and making a point about leaning over where you could.

You reached out to close the door and Giorno lightly grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “Come on.”

Instead of going to one of the larger chairs, he walked you to his desk chair. It was a fairly extravagant bergère chair; custom made with a gilded back and floral designs. He looked like royalty when he sat in it. A prince sitting atop his throne.

He guided you to take a seat on his lap, lightly resting his free hand on your hip.

You squirmed, feeling his arousal brush against your legs. He picked up another biscuit and held it up to your lips.

Giorno was in no rush to finish his tea. He drank slowly, telling you about his trip and the people he’d met on it. His hand drifted along your side and down your leg as he spoke. He slipped beneath the lingerie occasionally, drawing fluttering sighs when he grazed a sensitive spot with a feather-light touch.

You placed your empty cup down, taking his as well and moving it out of the way.

He pressed his lips to your throat when you turned back, trailing little kisses along the top of your choker. “I like this,” he mentioned. “It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

Two of his fingers hooked beneath it, tugging lightly as if to test the durability of the clasp. Your breath caught as he pulled you down into a kiss.

He tasted like the sweet, almondy flavour of your amaretti from earlier. There was a hint of sugar still on his mouth and your tongue darted out to steal it. He parted his lips to allow you to explore at your leisure while he rolled one of your nipples, drawing a moan from deep in your chest.

When you pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, breaking only when you moved.

Giorno ran his fingers down the front of your panties, smiling when you trembled at the light pressure. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

“It’s your welcome party,” you reminded him. “The choice is yours. You can just enjoy the view if that’s what you want.”

Your panties were shifted to the side, a thumb brushing over your core and sending sparks of excitement through your body. Giorno seemed to be genuinely thinking about his options though and you didn’t rock against him despite really wanting to.

“I do enjoy watching,” he said. “But I think I’d rather have you over my desk.”

The bluntness of it did something to you that you couldn’t quite describe, drawing an unexpected squeak in surprise. You’d expected coy words or teases, perhaps, but Giorno didn’t even bat an eyelash as he stared up at you.

“I like that idea,” you managed to say.

He hummed curiously and gently took your wrists, bringing them together so he could take them in one hand. You playfully tried to reject the hold but the strength with which he kept them together made that impossible.

You clenched your thighs together, not wanting to show just how that affected you.

Giorno was the picture of composure with not a hair out of place. He smiled at you as though this was an everyday interaction. Every part of him felt so delicate; it was difficult to imagine that he could be like this. Still, he wasn’t unaffected by whatever game you were playing and he shifted his weight occasionally.

He must have been able to feel just how wet the idea had you but he didn’t comment. His patience was unrivalled as always.

You moved off his lap, allowing him to follow. Although you planned to free him, he brushed you off and turned you around to bend you over the desk.

Its surface was cool under your front, your cheek pressed hard against its wood. He easily took both your wrists behind your back and left you helpless to move. Your arms strained against his hold without any true desire to leave.

There was a shuffling of fabric and then Giorno leaned up against you, his cock putting the slightest pressure against your entrance as he did so, his voice low. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” you responded.

He didn’t say anything further, free hand holding your hip as he pushed forward. You moaned loudly as he filled your aching core. By the time he settled in, you were already a squirming mess of soft pleading with your eyes screwed shut.

It was then that you felt a strange item pressed against your lips. You glanced down in confusion to find one of the amaretti.

“We shouldn’t let them go to waste,” Giorno said.

You opened your mouth obediently. No sooner had you taken a small bite when he started moving with slow but deep thrusts. Your breath caught but the biscuit effectively silenced you, forcing you to focus on chewing. It tasted as great as before but your attention was certainly elsewhere.

You swallowed thickly, meeting proud green eyes. The rest of the biscuit was offered to you and you took it without a word, each rock of his hips driving you to insanity. You flexed your arms, wanting to grab something but being unable to.

When he gave you his fingers, lightly dusted with crumbs, you took them into your mouth and swirled your tongue over them. He sped up a little and you sucked hard.

Giorno pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, the grip on your wrists turning bruising as you bobbed your head along his knuckles. He groaned deeply, eyes fixed on your sloppy attentions.

His thrusts sped up as you teased. They quickly became hard enough to move the desk beneath you; the rough pace had you trying to open your legs even wider.

Your name fell from his lips and he stole his fingers from your mouth, making you whimper in complaint. The noise was quickly replaced by a shuddering groan as his hand slipped down to your core.

The only words that you could get out were stuttering pleas for more.

Giorno released your wrists and pulled out, confusing you for a second. He grabbed your hips and spun you around, pushing you onto your back before slamming into you. A cry flew from you and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

The new position gave you a stunning view of the gorgeous blond with his cheeks red and his plump lips open and shining.

Staring up at him, you couldn’t help but smile even as the pounding left you breathless.

You threw your head back, not caring about how hard the wood beneath you was. It was so, so close. You could feel the edge building up in your bones and rapidly reaching the crescendo.

It hit you first, a hot and searing pleasure deep in your body. Your back arched off the desk as your orgasm rocked through your body.

Giorno’s thrusts grew shallower and faster, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he softly moaned your name. He leaned down to connecting your lips as he finished; your ankles locked behind his back to keep him close.

He broke the kiss first, lifting himself up so he could brush some of your hair away from where it got stuck to your face. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Nothing compared to you,” you responded.

His retort was interrupted by the front door opening, several voices talking all at once. You tilted your head back to look at the still-open door, not missing the way Giorno twitched with excitement.

He pulled out, leaving you with a burning emptiness.

The voices grew louder and you slid off the desk, tightening your legs together as you did. “I’ll get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Giorno encouraged, running his fingers along your jaw. “I’m not the only one in the house who appreciates aesthetic things.”