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Kingdom of Ash
Chapters 36-37
Had it been like that in the iron coffin?
Aelin gave no indication that the smothering dark bothered her, and had shown no inclination to illuminate their way. Hadn't even summoned an ember.
But the Little Folk, it seemed, had come prepared. And within heartbeats of entering the pitch-black river passage, blue light had kindled on a lantern dangling over the curved prow. Not light, not even magic. But small worms that glowed pale blue, as if they'd each swallowed the heart of a star. They'd been gathered into the lantern, and their soft light rippled over the water-smooth walls. A gentle, soothing light. At least, for her it was so.
Before Aelin had been given an ancient Faerie Queen's crown, her birthright and heritage.
The queen had stashed Mab's crown in one of their packs, as if it were no more than an extra sword belt. She hadn't spoken, and they had not asked her any questions, either.
Instead, she'd spent these past few hours sitting in the back of the boat, studying her unmarked hands, occasionally peering into the black waters beneath them. What she expected to see beyond her own rippling reflection, Elide didnât want to know.
He'd crawled after Maeve on the beach to save Aelin. And he had found her during her escape-had ensured Aelin made it out. Did it wipe away what he'd done in summoning Maeve in the first place? Even if Maeve had set the trap, even if he hadn't known what Maeve intended for Aelin, did it erase his decision to call for her?
The last time they'd spoken as friends, it had been aboard that ship in the hours before Maeve's armada had arrived. He'd told her they needed to talk, and she'd assumed it was about their future, about them.
But perhaps he'd been about to tell her what he'd done, that he'd been wrong in acting before Aelin's plans played out. Elide stopped twisting the ring.
He'd done it for her. She knew it.
But the queen sitting silently behind them, no trace of that sharp-edged fire to be seen, nor that wicked grin she'd flashed at all who crossed her path ... Two months with a sadist. With two sadists. That had been the cost, and the burden that Aelin and all of them would bear.
That silence, that banked fire was because of him. Not entirely, but in some ways.
The collar had not been real. But the army Maeve had summoned was.
A blink into the gloom was the only indication that he was aware of her every movement. Aelin breathed in his scent, let its strength settle into her a bit deeper.
Their paths would meet again, or they would not. And if he found the final key and then brought it to her, she would pay what the gods demanded. What she owed Terrasen, the world.
Yet if Dorian chose to end it himself, to forge the Lock ... her stomach churned. He had the power. As much as she did, if not more so.
It was meant to be her sacrifice. Her blood shed to save them all. To let him claim it ... She could. She must. With Erawan no doubt unleashing himself on Terrasen, with Maeve's army likely to cause them untold grief, she could let Dorian do this. She trusted him. Even if she might never forgive herself for it. Her debt, it was supposed to have been her debt to pay.
Perhaps the punishment for failing to do so would be having to live with herself.
Having to live with all that had been done to her these months, too.
The blackness of the subterranean river pressed in, wrapped its arms around her and squeezed.
Different from the blackness of the iron box. The darkness she'd found inside herself.
A place she might never escape, not really.
Her power stirred, awakening. Aelin swallowed, refusing to acknowledge it. Heed it.
She wouldn't. Couldn't. Not yet. Until she was ready.
She had seen Rowan's face when she spoke of what his deception with the collar had prompted her to do. Had noted the way her companions looked at her, pity and fear in their eyes. At what had been done to her, what she'd become.
A new body. A foreign, strange body, as if she'd been ripped from one and shoved into another. Different from moving between her forms, somehow. She hadn't tried shifting into her human body yet. Didn't see the point.
Sitting in silence as the boat was pulled through the gloom, she felt the weight of those stares. Their dread. Felt them wondering just how broken she was.
You do not yield.
She knew that had been trueâthat it had been her mother's voice who had spoken and none other.
So she would not yield to this. What had been done. What remained. For the companions around her, to lift their despair, their fear, she wouldn't yield.
She'd fight for it, claw her way back to it, who she'd been before. Remember to swagger and grin and wink. She'd fight against that lingering stain on her soul, fight to ignore it. Would use this journey into the dark to piece herself back together-just enough to make it convincing.
Even if this fractured darkness now dwelled within her, even if speech was difficult, she would show them what they wished to see.
An unbroken Fire-Bringer. Aelin of the Wildfire.
She would show the world that lie as well. Make them believe it.
Maybe she'd one day believe it, too.
Days of near-silent travel passed.
Three days, if whatever senses Rowan and Gavriel possessed proved true. Perhaps the latter carried a pocket watch. Aelin didn't particularly care.
She used each of those days to consider what had been done, what lay before her.
Sometimes, the roar of her magic drowned out her thoughts. Sometimes it slumbered. She never heeded it.
They sailed through the darkness, the river below so black that they might as well have been drifting through Hellas's realm.
She hadn't asked him why he remained in his wolf's body. No one asked her why she remained in her Fae form, after all.
Rowan straightened, eyes sparking at her question-or at the fact that she'd spoken at all.
He'd kept by her these days, a silent, steady presence. Even when they'd slept, he'd remained a few feet away, still not touching, but just there. Close enough that the pine-and-snow scent of him eased her into slumber.
Silence at the order, even from Rowan. Aelin pointed to the lip of shore by the cave mouth. "Stop the boat," she repeated.
The queen had been reckless before Cairn and Maeve had worked on her for two months, but it seemed she'd had any bit of common sense flayed from her.
"Well, I donât have any, so forgive me if I remain alert." No, she'd once told him that while magic flowed in the Lochan bloodline, she had none to speak of. He'd never told her that he'd always considered her cleverness to be a mighty magic on its own, regardless of Anneith's whisperings.
"It will take time for her to readjust."
She stared at him with those damning eyes.
He braced his forearms on his knees. "We got her back. She's with us now. What more do you want?" From me, He didn't need to add Elide straightened.
Elide straightened. "I don't want anything." From you.
This was where they'd have it out, then. "How much longer am I supposed to atone?"
"Are you growing bored with it?" He snarled.
She only glared at him. "I hadn't realized you were even atoning."
"I came here, didn't I?"
"For whom, exactly? Rowan? Aelin?"
"For both of them. And for you." There. Let it be laid before them.
"I told you on that beach: I want nothing to do with you."
"So one mistake and I am your eternal enemy?"
"She is my queen, and you summoned Maeve, then told her where the keys were, and you stood there while they did that to her."
"You have no idea what the blood oath can do. None."
"Fenrys broke the oath. He found a way."
"And had Aelin not been there to offer him another, he would have died." He let out a low, joyless laugh. "Perhaps that's what you would have preferred."
She ignored his last comment. "You didn't even try."
"I did," he snarled. "I fought it with everything I had. And it was not enough. If she'd ordered me to slit your throat, I would have. And if I had found a way to break the oath, I would have died, and she might very well have killed you or taken you afterward. On that beach, my only thought was to get Maeve to forget about you, to let you go-"
"I don't care about me! I didn't care about me on that beach!"
"Well, I do."
This was what came of opening that door to a place inside him that no one had ever breached. This mess, this hollowness in his chest that made him keep needing to make things right.
"Resent me all you like," he said, damning the hoarseness of his words. "I'm sure I'll survive."
Hurt flashed in her eyes. "Fine," she said, her voice brittle.
He hated that brittleness more than anything he'd ever encountered. Hated himself for causing it. But he had limits to how low he'd crawl.
He'd said his piece. If she wanted to wash her hands of him forever, then he would find a way to respect that. Live with it.
Somehow.
Gratitude shone in her eyes.
Rowan only gave her a nod. Don't worry about it.
Yet Aelin turned away, shutting off that silent conversation as she surveyed the space.
Time. It would take time for her to heal.
Even if he knew his Fireheart would pretend otherwise.
So, Rowan looked, too. Across the tomb, beyond the sarcophagus and treasure, an archway opened into another chamber. Perhaps another tomb, or an exit passage.
"We don't have time to find a way out,"
Rowan murmured as she strode into the tomb.
"And the caves remain safer than the surface."
"I'm not looking for a way out," she said in that calm, unmoved voice. She stooped, swiping up a fistful of gold coins stamped with forgotten king's face. "We're going to need to fund our travels. And the gods know what else." Rowan arched a brow. Aelin shrugged and shoved the gold into the pocket of her cloak. "Unless the pitiful clinking I heard from your coin purse didn't indicate you were low on funds."
That spark of wry humor, the taunting ⊠She was trying. For his sake, or the others' maybe her own, she was trying.
Rowan gave the Lion a slashing grin. "You heard the lady."
A flash ruptured from where Fenrys had been sniffing at a trunk of jewels, and then a male was standing there. His gray clothes worn, but intactin better shape than the hollowed-out look in his eyes.
Aelin paused her looting.
Fenrys's throat bobbed, as if trying to remember speech. Then he said hoarsely, "We needed more pockets." He patted his own for emphasis.
Aelin's lips curved in a hint of a smile. She blinked at Fenrysâthree times.
Fenrys blinked once in answer.
A code. They'd made up some silent code to communicate when he'd been ordered to remain in his wolf form.
Aelin's smile remained, just barely, as she walked to the golden-haired male, his bronze skin ashen. She opened her arms in silent offer.
To let him decide if he wished for contact. If he could endure it.
Just as Rowan would let her decide if she wished to touch him.
A small sigh broke from Fenrys before he folded Aelin into his arms, a shudder rippling through him. Rowan couldn't see her face, perhaps didn't need to, as her hands gripped Fenrys's jacket, so tightly they were white-knuckled.
A good signâa small miracle, that either of them wished, could be touched. Rowan reminded himself of it, even while some intrinsic, male part of him tensed at the contact.
A territorial Fae bastard, she'd once called him. He'd do his best not to live up to that title.
"Thank you," Aelin said, her voice small in a way that made Rowan's chest crack further.
Fenrys didn't answer, but from the anguish on his face, Rowan knew no thanks were in order.
They pulled away, and Fenrys cupped her cheek. "When you are ready, we can talk."
About what they'd endured. To unravel all that had happened.
Aelin nodded, blowing out a breath. "Likewise."
She resumed shoving gold into her pockets, but glanced back to Fenrys, his face drawn. "I gave you the blood oath to save your life," she said. "But if you do not want it, Fenrys, I ... we can find some way to free youâ"
"I want it," Fenrys said, no trace of his usual swaggering humor. He glanced to Rowan, and bowed his head. "It is my honor to serve this court. And serve you," he added to Aelin.
She waved a hand in dismissal, though Rowan didn't fail to note the sheen in her eyes as she stooped to gather more gold. Giving her a moment, he strode to Fenrys and clasped his shoulder. "It's good to have you back." He added, stumbling a bit on the word, "Brother." For that's what they would be. Had never been before, but what Fenrys had done for Aelin .. Yes, brother was what Rowan would call him. Even if Fenrys's ownâ
Fenrys's dark eyes flickered. "She killed Connall. Made him stab himself in the heart." A pearl-and-ruby necklace scattered from Gavriel's fingers.
The temperature in the tomb spiked, but there was no flash of flame, no swirl of embers.
As if Aelin's magic had surged, only to be leashed again.
Yet Aelin continued shoving gold and jewels into her pockets.
She'd witnessed it, too. That slaughter.
But it was Gavriel, approaching on silent feet even with the jewels and gold on the floor, who clasped Fenrys's other shoulder. "We will make sure that debt is paid before the end." The Lion had never uttered such words not toward their former queen. But fury burned in Gavriel's tawny gaze. Sorrow and fury.
Fenrys took a steadying breath and stepped away, the loss on his face mingling with something Rowan couldn't place. But now wasn't the time to ask, to pry.
Aelin continued picking her way amongst the treasure, however. She'd been more selective than the rest of them, examining pieces with what Rowan had assumed was a jeweler's eye. The gods knew she'd owned enough finery to tell what would fetch the highest price at market.
"We should go," he said. His own pockets were near to bursting, his every step weighed down.
She rose from a rusted metal chest she'd been riffling through.
Rowan remained still as she approached, something clenched in her palm. It was only when she stopped close enough for him to touch her that she unfurled her fingers.
Two golden rings lay there.
"I don't know the Fae customs," she said.
The thicker ring held an elegantly cut ruby within the band itself, while the smaller one bore a sparkling rectangular emerald mounted atop, the stone as large as her fingernail. "But when humans wed, rings are exchanged." Her fingers trembled-just slightly. Too many unspoken words lay between them. Yet now was not the time for that conversation, for that healing.
Not when they had to be on their way as swiftly as possible, and this offer she'd made him, this proof that she still wanted what lay between them, the vows they'd sworn ...
"I assume the sparkly emerald is for me," Rowan said with a half smile.
She huffed a laugh. The soft, whispered sound was as precious as the rings she'd found for them in this hoard. She took his hand, and he tried not to shudder in relief, tried not to fall to his knees as she slid the ruby ring onto his finger. It fit him perfectly, the ring no doubt forged for the king lying in this barrow.
Silently, Rowan grasped her own hand and eased on the emerald ring. "To whatever end," he whispered.
Silver lined her eyes. "To whatever end." A reminder-and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they'd sworn on that ship.
To walk this path together, back from the darkness of the iron coffin. To face what waited in Terrasen, ancient promises to the gods be damned.
He ran his thumb over the back of her hand.
"I'll make the tattoo again." She swallowed, but nodded. "And," he added, "I'd like to add another. To meâand to you."
Her brows flicked up, but he squeezed her hand. You'll have to wait and see, Princess.
Another hint of a smile. She didn't balk from the silent words this time. Typical.
He opened his mouth to voice the question he'd been dying to ask for days now. May I kiss you? But she pulled her hand from his.
Admiring the wedding band sparkling on her finger, her mouth tightened as she turned over her palm. "I'll need to retrain."
Not a single callus marked her hands.
Aelin frowned at her too-thin body. "And pack on some muscle again." A slight quiver graced her words, but she curled her hands into fists at her sides and smirked at her clothesâthe Mistward clothes. "It'll be just like old times."
Trying. She was dredging up that swagger and trying. So he would, too. Until she didn't need to any more.
Rowan gave her a crooked grin. "Just like old times," he said, following her out of the barrow and back toward the ebony river, "but with far less sleep."
He could have sworn the passageway heated. But Aelin kept going.
Later. That conversation, this unfinished business between them, would come later.
#Chapter 36#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Aelin Galathynius#Rowan Whitethorn#Elide Lochan#Lorcan Salvaterre#Gavriel#Fenrys#first read along with me no spoilers please more spoilers in further notes with tags quotes reacts annotated etc perspective 1 Elide#The way they all keep asking is that what she felt like-Finally dozing-Therapy boat time-They stole something beautiful&bright#If not even Elide can standup itâs short-The quiet time space-Forgive urself4him-Lets give it all2Erawan-Not fragile-Not hiding well#Never yield-the fact the lilfolk were prepared for no magic-it gives Jess day meets Millie Bobby brown princess movieWhealing glowworms#is Elide afraid of the dark?she did say rattle the stars-always heartbeats to measure timeWlilfolk-eyes gleamingWanimalistic brightness#Fenrys dozing@queens feet-get they snuggled close-position of honor at feet-Gabriel explains golden hair silvered by moonlight (beam?)#the ring-none of them want to know-knowing where to find HER-Closer2her than he'd sat in weeks-sending her attention (knowing where 2 find)#4long heartbeats she let herself look at him-she knew it 2#P2Aelin-4long heartbeats she let herself look at him-she knew it 2-inky black hair spilling over a coat of whitest snow#Her fingers curled in her lap-the fact living has begun to feel like punishment-a better lie-the swagger fire back#Chapter 37-perspective Aelin pt 1-if only there was tech-3days time-whats the tell?So long travel-let him take it so she can kill Erowan#Not the weights again-the avoided speech like Lys-To answer questions that he was perhaps not yet ready to discuss.#Might begin simply screaming and screaming at what had been done to them to Connall-is the far her animal form-THEM-but as the blue light#of the lantern touched it gold glittered along the rocky floor.Ancient gold-genius-stop the boat-they listened to her Cadre-didnât wait or#stay or care-Aelin didn't bother to see who obeyed as she strode into the cave-Lorcan refrained from saying that;good pick-Not firelight#She hadnt shown an ember since theyd entered the cave-power notes-Her dark eyes slid to him-from you-why river?-knees!#reverse Lysaedion-well I care u idiot-looked away looked anywhere but at him-life with ur#reverse Lysaedion-well I care-looked away looked anywhere but at him-lifeWoff what had needed2stop she needed2see he could only guess#Kings has made it-watched-As if she wouldnt couldnt touch her power-he saw every side-my last/accent-wait hug notice#Unravel it-fill in-pretend-where?-pirating is nice-another mark theirs&loved enough tove said it-whatever end-known-silver lined#u wish-what isn't recognized-Sardothien swagger-leashing the power-as close to a wedding4them as weâll get
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i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!
2024.07.15 â dinner date with Ume. âĄ
(hands up if you know where the reference photoâs froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)
#art!#you @ed me as if my ume senses werenât already tingling. is this why i kept stirring in my sleep? thereâs a disturbance in the air. and thi#so this is the culprit. how was i supposed to not feel the change in atmosphere ???#âă umemiya.#WHY IS HE SMILING LIKE THAT /pos (compliment) LOOK AT HIS MOUTH HE IS SO KISSABLE ? HIS LIPS ???? BIBI .#AND LOOK AT HIS PRETTY EYES BIBI YOU ALWAYS DO THIS (compliment) LIKE U GIVE HIM HIS LIL DROOPY PUPPY EYES BUT U DO IT IN A WAY WHERE HE#LOOKS SO DREAMY AND SOFT. HIS EYES R SO FUCKING PRETTY. WTF. AND YOU GAVE HIM HIS GLASSES . and what if i canât finish using my tags becaus#because i have EXPLODED. erupted like a volcano. yk star deaths ? thatâs me. i did. iâm no more! goodbye to what remains of zevie#this is my ghost speaking bc i need to finish my tags here. look at the fuckinnnngggg muuuscles bibi drew.#do you see his bulging tricep. god i love men w huge ass triceps sm I LOVE THEN. and look at his bicep. i know all of you see that bicep#vein better than me !! better than me bc iâm not wearing contacts or glasses now. straight up outa bed and im hit with this !! can you belie#believe bibi (affectionate) bc i cannot !! LOOK AT THE VEINS SHE GAVE HIM âŠ. not even just one biceps they are also âŠ.#on his forearms . do yk what it means . yk when his fingers r inside u and they curl. the forearm muscle bulges and u can see the vein#protruding more . bonus if heâs sweaty and the muscle is just glistening. WOW! okay. moving on. LOOK AT HIS BOOBS. U CAN SEE THEM PEEKING#THROUGH THE SHIRT. THATS HOW BIG THEY ARE. see how they bulge bc of how his arm is pressing against it? CRIMINAL. me and all my ume girlies#are on our way to bury on our faces in them. HUGE pillows btw . ok moving on. LETS TALK ABOUT HIS HAIR . his hair. itâs up yeah? but itâs#messy like in his fight with choji. the best hair ever. he is actually so soft and so fluffy. his hair looks like fresh snow . he is#absolutely everything to me !! literally unreal. absolutely ethereal. an angel. WOW.#i want to talk about his shirt. and the fact that he wears white tees at bofurin simply bc someone told#him it looks good. what a cutie. he would wear anything if you asked him sweetly enough. âoh you think iâll look good?â#ANYWAYS HIS SHIRT HERE ⊠THE WAY HIS MUSCLES R LIKE BULGING AGAINST IT IM SO NOT OKAY >: AND NOW IM LOOKING AT HIS NECK#i want to cover him in bites fr . look at how COMFY the area between his neck / shoulder is ??? BURY UR FACE RIGHT THERE.#bibi !!! you never cease to amaze me . bc the sketch had me falling to my knees and crying (see pictures for references) and this finished#one âŠâŠ iâm really not okay (positive) i am really . really not okay!!!#please he looks so cute >: IM TAKING YIU HOME UME . YOURE COMING WITH ME . today i will be the one giving you a piggy back ride#get those pretty arms wrapped around me STAT. bibi iâm sobbing the artist / writer / person that you are (compliment)#i have no idea how iâm gonna recover from this . maybe i should go back to sleep and wake up because no way this is reality. this isnât real#and i am just dreaming right now. bibi never showed me this at all. bibi never drew this at all. itâs not real. go back to sleep zevie ⊠le#letâs just go back to sleep âŠ. donât think about it. donât think about how pretty he is âŠ. oh no no âŠ. yeah letâs get under the covers âŠ#goodnight everybody !!!!!! i say this fully aware that this will (affectionately) haunt me in my sleep for the rest of the week
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ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.
soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)
interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?
"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."
soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.
"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.
soap nods. "ah'll be there."
"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."
yeah, he'd hate to have that.
soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.
maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.
"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.
simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"
soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."
the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.
you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.
"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."
you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."
your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-
"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"
he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.
"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."
you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.
"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"
#this got away from me sorry yall!!!#yeah i had so debated having ghost be like nope pricentaught ya better than that but#simon seems the type to get things done on the first time#either you learn or your arsecheeks learn#something will give soon enough#price says he's coming back for seconds tomorrow#kyle gets his on saturday#all for one strikes AGAIN i'm afraid#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#x f!reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#soaps shaken after in the group chat like yall uh yall got dessert too or-#simon ghost riley smut
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okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me
omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretationđ
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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.
rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day⊠when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.
ârafeeeeey.â you whined in a high pitch tone.
he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. âquit distracting me. what dyaâ want?â he pants in the summer heat.
âiâm boredddddâ you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.
his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight âwhatâve i told you about the whining? daddyâs trynaâ play a game here, sweetcheeks.â
you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes âcan you teach me? please rafeyâŠiâm so bored just sittinâ here, daddy please.â
he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.
âyou know what? sure pretty girl, câmere.â
you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.
rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.
âthatâs it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.â you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.
you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low âfuckkk.â at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.
ârafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!â you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.
âyeah babe, daddyâs super proud of you.â he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.
he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.
you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. âdaddy! wh-what are you doing?!â you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadnât⊠yet.
rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.
ânice panties, baby. whereâd you get em?â he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.
knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because thatâs what wealthy daddyâs like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.
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novacane - ÊÉŽâŽ
in which, lando is completely and utterly obsessed with his girlfriend, and can't seem to keep his hands off of her - especially when she's in that dress.
contains: NSFW; smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, cockwarming; tiny bit of fluff at the end.
lando norris x unnamed female character
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lando thought he was actually going to die. there in rome, he was sure of it. they had been together for two years at this point, and don't get him wrong, she always looked good - but something about the air in rome was making him fall in love with her all over again, and he was going feral.
the couple had decided to spend a few days in italy together, first venice, second maranello, and last rome.
venice had been brilliant, spending a few days with max and pietra, exploring the city together, and many other late night activities. maranello had been nothing if not wholesome, that being where his beloved girlfriend's family lived - lando having rekindled his bromance with her dad and older brother, and not to mention seeing his favourite dog again.
"can you help me with my heels, baby?" her voice snapped him out of his trance.
fucking hell.
she had walked out of the bathroom, looking like a divine treat for him to devour. it was a sundress - her sundresses always did unholy things to him - of course, and her tanned skin looked particularly endearing against the flimsy white material.
his mouth hung agape, eyes flitting over her body rapidly. his mouth could have (and almost did) water at the sight of his girlfriend, looking oh-so-innocent with her pretty eyes and glossy lips.
again, lando thought he was actually going to die.
"yeah, come here." lando gestured with his fingers, getting up so she could perch on the edge of the bed.
he got to his knees before her, grabbing her ankle gently and delicately tightened the clasp until it clung to her skin snugly, repeating the same action on her other ankle.
"thankyou, sweetheart." she responded, running her fingers through his hair briefly.
yep, he was definitely going to die.
...
if he thought he was going to die earlier, he was dead now.
she was sat there, fiddling with the necklace he'd bought her a few months ago, blinking at him through her lashes as she spoke about their plans for the rest of the summer break.
he could have actually fall to his knees in the restaurant right there and then - she looked utterly and completely irresistible.
"can we go now, please?" lando pleaded for around the third time.
he had asked her after they had finished his main course, and then after they'd finished their desserts, and now when they were having another drink.
"god, what's gotten into you?" she laughed as she swallowed the remainder of her wine.
"nothing, i just want to go home." he shrugged, trying not to let her onto the fact he was planning every single thing he was going to do to her once that hotel room door was closed.
"okay, weirdo." she shook her head with another laugh, before politely asking for the bill.
technically, it was her turn to pay for dinner - but lando never let her pay anyway. his credit card was being swiped across the card machine before she could even get hers out of her purse.
"let's go, come on."
...
as soon as that hotel door had latched shut behind her, lando turned into some sort of rabid animal with no self control.
she found herself pinned up against the door very quickly, dress bunched up at her hips as he began his assault on her neck.
âgod⊠needed you since i seen you earlier.â lando murmured, hoisting her legs up around his waist.
âyeah?â she nodded, arching her eyebrows as her eyes fluttered shut.
âmhm.â he hummed, his hand shifting to her lower back as she was then moved to her feet. âlook so pretty â turn around for me?â
she spun her heel slowly, allowing lando to effortlessly pull on the delicate white bow, the thin straps loosening and falling below her shoulders. his hand trailed back down her arms, pulling the dress down and allowing it to fall to a puddle at their feet.
âso gorgeous.â he whispered, hot breath fanning the back of her shoulder â before his hands whipped her around to face him again.
"you think?" she responded quietly.
"of course, pretty girl." he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, before spinning her round and walking her backwards to the bed - eye contact very, very intense.
a gentle shove rendered her flat on the bed, propped up on her elbows shortly after her back hit the soft mattress. just as he'd done earlier, lando dropped to his knees and now started to remove her heels.
god, she looked divine.
she was now only wearing the prettiest white lace underwear, but lando was trying not to focus on it - due to the fact that he was painfully hard, and that if he looked at her, all of his self-control would fly out of the hotel door (not that she would have minded that.)
a quick toss of the heels behind him made soft thuds in the room, but lando was already softly kissing up from her ankle to her inner thighs, rendering her unable to think about anything else.
"god..." she breathed out, tossing her head back as he skimmed his nose over the delicate fabric of her panties.
a soft chuckle reverberated through her from lando, he was literally laughing into her pussy - how hot could this man get?
"someone's needy." he whispered, lips brushing against the lace once again, resulting in her clenching around nothing.
"shut up." she whined. "just do something, please?"
"as you wish, baby." he mumbled, tugging her underwear down effortlessly and discarding them across the room.
he was like a man starved, denied of watching his girlfriend squirm underneath him for a mere few hours - that seemed to feel like years.
not that she needed any sort of lube, she was soaking wet by the time lando's thumb circled over her clit agonising slowly, but lando felt it necessary still to let a string of his saliva drip down on her aching cunt, spreading it adequately around with his tongue.
she was just about to beg, but he latched his lips onto her before the pleads could leave her lips. the noises made between his lips and hers were disgustingly hot, his fingers slowly beginning to prod at her entrance, teasing her tightness. his tongue drew shapes on her clit, he was spelling his fucking name, and she was seeing stars when a thick middle finger slid into her.
over and over again the same shapes danced over her heat, and lando slowly began to curl his finger to push against her g-spot. an almost pornographic moan left her lips as she felt the pressure of his index finger alongside his middle finger inside of her - whines and whimpers now a constant sound in the room.
they weren't just from her either, when her hips pushed into his face, lando wasn't ashamed to let a low groan out, the vibrations making her back arch up off of the bed - only for her to quickly be pushed back down by a veiny hand.
"fuck.. lando..." she moaned airly, a hand clutching onto his hair for dear life.
the soft bite to her clit was what sent her over the edge and into space. her legs shook around his head, the most lewd moans tumbling loudly from her lips. he pumped his fingers in and out of her and kitten-licked her through her orgasm, allowing her to float on her cloud of ecstasy for a little longer as she spasmed around him.
"you with me, pretty?" he softly spoke, now having moved his hands from her heat to her ribs, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down.
"yeah." she panted, nodding her head. "so fucking good."
he laughed airily, pressing soft kisses from her lower stomach up to her pillowy lips - swollen from how much she'd bitten down on them over the past few minutes.
their kiss was soft and gentle, she could taste herself on his lips, making her grow all-the-more wet again.
"take this off." she murmured into his lips, making a small noise resembling both a laugh and a whimper leave his lips as she tugged at his shirt.
he began to unbutton his shirt, while her hands frantically made their way down to his dress pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. both items of clothing were quickly a puddle on the floor, his boxers swiftly following.
lando's necklace dangled down and rested just below her chin, then sitting comfortably on the centre of her neck as he kissed her again - teeth clashing and tongues pushing against each other for dominance (lando won, obviously.)
the hand that wasn't holding his body up above her, made its way down to his erection, running it up and down her slit to lube it.
breaking the kiss, the look in his eyes asked her the inevitable, and a quick nod followed.
the tip of his cock pressed into her, still stretching her out. you would have thought that after almost three years of very frequent sex, both would get used to the other - but no, every time they felt each other, it was like the first time all over again.
she quite literally fluttered around him, eyes squeezing shut as he bottomed out a few moments later. a low groan escaped his lips, cut short when he realised her eyes were closed.
"hey, eyes open, baby." he whispered, tapping her cheek gently. "want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart, yeah?"
pretty eyes met his once again as she blinked up at him, some form of a moan leaving her lips as he spoke to her - how could such dirty words come from a man who looked like a fucking angel?
"good girl." he nodded, pressing a small kiss to her nose as he began to slowly thrust in and out.
now, usually, rough sex was lando's thing - but there was something about the way she looked up at him, it made him want to fuck her nice and gentle, slow and deep - so he did.
his strokes were fucking delicious, taming the fire in her lower belly in just the right way - a way that was building the indescribably incredible knot thick and slow. something was different, it was overwhelmingly good - the softest yet neediest moans tumbling from her lips at an almost alarming rate.
maybe every other deep thrust, she'd clench around him, even more blood rushing to his throbbing cock - he wasn't really sure if it was her that was pulsing around him or it was himself, but either way, it felt fucking good.
his lips made their way to her boobs subconsciously, feeling as if he'd neglected them. swirling his tongue around one hard nipple, he slid two fingers inside of her mouth to wet his fingers - before returning them to the nub his mouth wasn't paying delicate attention to, pinching and pressing the pads of his fingers to them.
sensitive from her previous high, the next one was encroaching quickly, warmth spreading to her inner thighs and lower tummy. he could immediately tell she was close. there were tell-tale signs - loud moans would turn to quiet, short, sharp whimpers, she'd become grabby with her hands - needing something to clutch onto as she fell into the abyss of ecstasy - simultaneously clenching around him so tightly that sometimes she'd accidentally restrict his movement - and all were currently taking place.
"go on, pretty girl, cum for me."
she was so gone.
lando's back suffered as her nails scratched into it, leaving red lines painted across the muscles - his trainers wouldn't ask any questions, it's not as if they hadn't seen worse marks before anyway.
she tried so so hard to keep her eyes open, but it was just too hard. her eyes fluttered closed as her mouth hung agape, eyebrows arched as her nose scrunched up a little - lando wanted the image etched onto his retinas.
she gushed all over him, pretty liquid squirting from her cunt, painting his abdomen shiny as the juices splattered on him.
she thought she was going to die, and she would happily like this.
that was actually all it took for him. hot ropes of cum spilled deep into her, stuffed up against her cervix as he tried his hardest to keep thrusting into her - his hips stuttering as he started to get a little overstimulated.
slowly but surely, the two came down from their mind-blowing highs, lando rolling them over so she was laid on top of him, her walls still unconsciously clenching and fluttering around him.
"you good, baby?" he whispered, his hands rubbing up and down her back.
"think so, tired now." she smiled wearily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before letting her head roll down into the crook of his neck.
"want to sleep or clean up?" lando asked softly, running his fingers through her hair.
"sleep, definitely."
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Truth or Dare | slumber party!h
Summary: Y/n's coworker, Harry, has never been to a slumber party so she decides to remedy that and give him a sleepover he'll never forget.
A/N: Based off this request. Thanks anon! I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 6,752
Warning: smut
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By her third glass of chardonnay, her stomach was feeling the acid from the wine but she was having such a good time talking to Harry from the operations department that she didnât care. Sheâd have another before calling it a night. Just one more glass so she could sit with him a little longer and listen to him talk and watch as he ran his finger along the edge of his pint glass.
He was probably looking at her like he was because he was also three pints of lager in and he was kind so he was holding eye contact to be polite. Certainly, it wasnât because he found her attractive (though sheâd have welcomed that).
The companyâs management meeting was long over and everyone else had gone home but Harry and Y/n stayed for another round. They rarely ever got to talk at the office. Sheâd always wanted to pick his brain about why he decided to move to the US and how, of all companies, he chose to work at Dunn Services.
Y/n laughed on cue as he mentioned something from his childhood with his sister having her friends over to stay the night. He grinned, a healthy row of teeth aimed at her before he looked down and laughed at himself, âIn truth? I never did have a sleepover or anything like that.â
âReally? Surely you had friendsâŠâ
Harry nodded, âOh yeah I had a lot of friends. But I never stayed over at anyoneâs and they never came over to mine either. Just⊠I donât know. Never happened.â
Placing her nearly empty glass down she turned and waved with a smile as the waitress walked by, âCan we get another round, please?â
âHow are you getting home?â Harry asked when she faced him, crossing her leg over her knee toward him.
âTaxi. You?â
âMight walk. Iâm not far from here.â
Nodding she placed her elbows on the table, âSo, I think that youâve missed out on an integral right of passage, having never had a slumber party. You should definitely remedy that at some point. I highly recommend a fun sleepover. In fact, if you need pointers on what to do during a sleepover, Iâm your gal.â
âOh yeah? Whatâs your go-to during a slumber party?â Harry teased before taking another sip of his beer.
âWell, I think there are like two main components. The first is entertainment and Iâm always keen on a good movie, or a dumb one, either way⊠a movie for sure if Iâm picking. Some people like to play board games or whatever, but I like to stuff myself into a pile of blankets and pillows and just lie, or drape,â she spoke using her arms to demonstrate herself draping into pillows. âOccasionally, if the mood is right, Iâll enjoy a little truth or dare.â
âGot it. A movie and maybe if the mood is right, truth or dare. And whatâs the second component.â
Y/n crossed her fingers together and raised her brows as if she were about to say something very important, âSnacks. Beverages. Good ones. Usually just small bites but hereâs my listâŠâ She cleared her throat, âButtered popcorn, and possibly potato chips. Definitely something chocolatey, and maybe something like a cookie or a snack cake. If not potato chips then tortilla chips and if itâs tortilla chips, salsa should also definitely be on the menu.â
Harry held back the laugh in his throat as he nodded, âWow. Okay. What about like a burger or Chinese food? Would that be allowed?â
Y/n shrugged, âItâs your party. You can do what you want. Iâm just telling you what Iâd do and what would be a hit with your sleepover buddy.â
Harry breathed out a laugh. Y/n could tell he was getting bashful. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was. She watched him for a few seconds before the waitress returned with their drinks.
A quick gulp of wine and she nudged at his shin with her shoe, âYou wanna have a slumber party with me?â
Harry blinked and tilted his head, âWhat? You mean⊠Seriously?â
She shrugged, âWhy not? Then next time someone asks if youâve ever had a proper slumber party you can say that you have.â
He laughed loudly, his husky voice was like music to her ears. Pointing at her with his finger he grinned, âNow how I can argue with that? I mean,â he shook his head, a glint in his eye, âEvery time someone asks me if Iâve been to a slumber party and I tell them I havenât, itâs such a disappointment! The look on their faces when they realize my whole childhood was a shamâŠâ
They both laughed, leaning in toward one another, tittering toward the edges of their stools.
Harry tilted his head, âActually I think it sounds fun. You just name the day and Iâll be there.â
Y/n smiled at him. She knew it was crazy. Having a grown man at her place for a slumber party. Typically adults didnât have those kinds of sleepovers â it was usually with the intent of something far more salacious. But sheâd show him a good time, she thought, raising her glass toward his, âDeal.â
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Y/n had her sofa bed pulled out and piled high with extra blankets and pillows. She had all her favorite snacks plus she ordered cheeseburgers and fries for the guest of the night. It was silly. Truly she hadnât had a real slumber party in ages, but she couldnât help but feel a little bit of excitement that sheâd be hanging out with Harry all night. It was possible that her small crush on him was making her feel all giddy but sheâd push down that feeling until he gave her any extenuating signals.
Because the truth was that they were both single, young adults and this was such an unlikely scenario. No one would look at this and say Oh how cute of these two grown adults hanging out in bed together for a sleepover. So innocent! No, she knew better. While maybe nothing would actually happen it certainly wouldnât look innocent.
And of course, she did pick out the perfect pijama set. Something a little more flattering on her body but not too hey I really need to get laid tonight. It was a happy compromise. Cotton shorts and a button-up, matching short-sleeved top. This was just supposed to be a slumber party after all.
Right?
Besides, the little paper invitation she gave him on Monday morning told him to arrive in his sleepwear so she had to look the part. And not to toot her own horn but she made a very cute invitation just for him tucked into a pink envelope with a separate little response card that had space at the bottom for him to mark yes or no if he could come. It was a yes. Obviously.
When Harry finally arrived he was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt. And for some fucking bizarre reason he looked so much hotter than he did when he wore his well-fitted suits at work.
Because goddamn did his shirt somehow just hug his torso in all the right spots and it allowed her to take a good look at all tattoos on his arms that were normally hidden under brushed wool jackets or long-sleeved button-up shirts. She knew he had tattoos. Sheâd seen him roll up his sleeves a couple of times but she never wanted to be rude and stare for long.
And then the sweatpants, while loose in the legs, fit his waist and hips andâŠ
âYou okay?â Harry was still standing in the doorway with his backpack draped over his arm waiting to be invited in.
âYeah, sorry. Not used to seeing you dressed down like this. Almost unrecognizable.â
Harry let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling as Y/n stepped aside to let him in, âWould you like to see my ID? Swear Iâm the Harry Styles, the guy you invited over for chips, popcorn, and truth or dare. Iâve even got your invite somewhere in my bagâŠâ
She breathed a laugh through her nose and watched him enter into her space, âMovies too. Oh, and I also ordered cheeseburgers. Remembered that you mentioned that.â
He seemed quite pleased with the burgers as she handed him the bag. She got those small ones, five to an order, âThanks. Fries too, huh?â He reached into the bag and pulled out three crinkle-cut french fries then stuffed them into his mouth.
âSo should we settle in and pick out a movie?â She gestured toward her couch.
Harry had seen the pull-out couch with heaps of pillows and blankets when he walked in. He knew that that would be where theyâd be spending most of the evening. It was the glaring thing about the whole slumber party slash sleepover. That theyâd be probably sleeping next to one another. As two young, healthy, attractive adults.
âSure,â he nodded and waited for her to pick which side she was going to take before climbing in next to her, the thin mattress and metal frame giving way gently under his weight before he leaned back against a mountain of pillows, bag of burgers safe in his hands.
Y/n had a few video streaming services at the ready and they settled on a cheesy comedy from the late 90s before Y/n reached over to her coffee table and then lined up all the snacks between them.
They chatted a little, having both seen the movie already. Topics were anything from what their plans were for the rest of the weekend to what theyâd eaten for lunch at work. And it was only a little awkward when they both reached into the bowl of M&Mâs at the same time, fingers brushing together.
Harry moved his hand away, âSorry. You goâŠâ
Y/n grinned at him, scooping a handful of candy into her palm, and then sat up, adjusting her seating as she crossed her legs together, âWanna do truth or dare? Pretend like weâre 15 again having a sleepover. Really get into the whole slumber party vibe, ya know?â
Harry dug out a few M&Mâs and let out a chesty laugh, âIf Iâm 15 again weâre in big trouble.â
Y/n snorted a laugh, âWhy? What do you mean?â
He shook his head, a wide grin on his face with deep set dimples carved into each cheek as he turned his head to look at her, âIf this were happening when I was 15 Iâd already be in the bathroom hyperventilating and probably trying to will away a boner after our hands touched in the M&Mâs bowl.â
Y/n guffawed and threw her head back, nearly choking on her bite of chocolatey candies as Harry laughed with her. Honestly, it was the best icebreaker she could have asked for. Things had been kind of clunky between them up until that moment as they were still trying to navigate how to act around one another. And she knew he was teasing but the good belly laugh that she got from Harryâs story was exactly what they needed.
âOkay fine. Weâll just keep going about it as adults then. No fifteen-year-olds here tonight,â Y/n chuckled as she shoveled a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth.
Y/n kept her eyes on him as she chewed her mouthful, âSo truth or dare?â
Harry cocked his head at her, âSo the mood is right then? For truth or dare?â
Y/nâs brows furrowed, âThe mood?â
âYeah. You said it over drinks. Remember when you were telling me what the most important components are to a sleepover and you said you liked truth or dare if the mood was right.â
Nodding slowly, she thought back to what sheâd said, âYeah. I guess I did say that. And I mean⊠I think the moodâs right for a little truth or dare. Movieâs almost over and you just pretty much kicked us off with that truth.â A breathy laugh was pushed from her mouth.
She could tell Harry was mulling on another question as he bit the inside of his cheek, head tilting in agreement, âSo that means itâs your turn. Truth or dare?â
Biting her lip as she pondered, she pressed her back into the soft pillows behind her, âTruth.â
Harry shifted to his side, long legs stretching the length of the mattress as he propped his head up in his hand, a pillow under his arm, âHave you ever kissed a co-worker before?â
Scoffing Y/n moved to her side, mimicking Harryâs position on her side, âNo,â she grinned. It was true. Sheâd never once done anything with any of her coworkers. Having Harry over at her house was the closest sheâd ever gotten to doing anything like that. âNow you. Truth or dare?â
His green eyes slid over her features, âTruth.â
She laughed to herself, trying to think of something funny, âHow many stuffed animals do you own?â
Licking his lips he nodded, âThink maybe two? Gifts from my niece⊠Truth or dare?â
âMmm⊠dare,â she giggled.
Harry lifted a brow, âAhhh⊠feeling bold yeah? Okay⊠hmmâŠâ He pursed his lips to the side as he considered the dare. âRead to me the last text you sent to anyone. And you have to show me to prove it was the last one. And it canât be any texts you and me, cause thatâs not fair.â
Y/n blinked. She wasnât exactly sure what her last text was besides Harry. But she was slightly worried because if it was what she was thinking⊠lifting up her message app she scrolled down to the text thread below Harryâs and it was a text with her sister. Which was what she had been worried about. She gulped, hoping that the things she said about her âcoworkerâ who was coming to stay with her werenât the last things she and her sister texted about.
Puffing out a breath she covered up all the previous texts to show Harry the last text from her sister â God knows you need it. Sending you good vibes, sis ;)
Harry squinted as he looked at the message and pointed, âThatâs to you. The dare was to show me the last text you sent to someone. Letâs see itâŠâ
Feeling her neck heat up she angled the phone away from him and read what sheâd sent her sister. And there was no mention of Harry but if he were even halfway decent at picking up clues he might be able to figure out what was being discussed prior.
She shook her head and looked up at him. She couldnât believe she was about to show him what was on her screen. But a dare was a dare. What was the worst that could happen?
lol I doubt anything will happen but I wouldnât turn him down. Got condoms just in case đ send all your good vibes my way
Harryâs brows squished together as he looked at the text and back to Y/n and then down again at the words on her screen. She saw his throat bob and she knew the look on his face. He fucking knew what that was. He had to know.
She had to look away. She pulled the phone down and killed the screen. The awkwardness between them thick and uncomfortable as she peeked back at him. The edge of his mouth was pulled upward in a smirk, âThatâs to your sister?â
Nodding she blew out an exasperated breath, âYour turn. Truth or dare?â
Harry grinned as he positioned his knee closer to Y/n, his eyes still on hers, âDare.â
Swallowing her embarrassment down the best she could she decided to ask him the same, âNow show me the last text you sent anyone besides me.â
Harryâs smartass grin told her all she needed to know. That his last text probably wasnât nearly as risquĂ© as hers.
And it wasnât. Not even close.
You can have two pounds for free. Iâve got so many growing I canât keep up. As long as you come to pick them up on Monday theyâre yours.
âI have a bunch of zucchini growing in my garden,â Harry pulled the phone away and laid it down next to his hip. âGot a neighbor who wants some.â
Of course, his last text to anyone was about zucchini. Jesus, she was so far out of her depth.
He was still wearing that shit-eating grin as he said, âTruth or dare, Y/n?â
And the way he said her name, all slow and sexy-like had her insides heating up. Well, maybe she made up the sexy part but he was definitely teasing her. She could just feel it.
âTruth.â
She was sure sheâd regret that. Truth or dare. It didnât matter. She was still reeling from showing him her texts.
âWas that text about me?â Shit-eating grin in place as he asked. Fucker.
Y/nâs eyes grew wide dropping her mouth open in surprise. Of course, he was going to ask that. Of course!
âOh come on, HarryâŠâ she pleaded.
He lifted his brows and awarded her a larger grin with those cute indents scoring into his cheeks, âThemâs the rules, baby. You chose truth and now you have to be honest.â
Clearing her throat she sat up to her bottom and leaned forward so she didnât have to look at him as she put her head in her hands and laughed in disbelief, âJesus. Seriously?â
âYep. Spill. Letâs hear it.â
âOkay. Fine. Yes. It was about you.â
Keeping her eyes on her lap she waited for a smug remark. Some kind of teasing reply but it was quiet. Slowly she turned to look back at him and he was still lying on his side, head in his palm as he watched her, his eyes fixed to hers.
She shrugged, âYour turn. Truth or dare?â
Harry flattened his lips and squinted at her before cocking his head, âHold on⊠Really? That was about me?â
Sighing she rolled her eyes, âYes. Sorry. I was⊠it was just funny⊠it was me joking around with my sister is all.â
He blinked and looked down at the space between them as he nodded, âOkay. I see. So you didnât actually mean it?â
âWell⊠I guess⊠We were joking. Obviously, nothing has to happen. I would never expect that. IâŠâ she breathed out exasperated.
âObviously nothing has to happen. Did you want it to happen?â His pupils were pinned to hers again.
Opening her mouth she stopped herself for a moment. She knew her answer was yes but she didnât want to come off like a creep. She hadnât expected it and assumed it wouldnât. But the truth remained; she hoped it would happen.
Deflating her posture she laid back to her side to face Harry, tucking a pillow into her chest, âThe truth is that I think youâre attractive and I havenât been with anyone in kind of a long time and⊠she knows that, my sister. So we were just⊠it was lighthearted but yeah I mean⊠without any expectations, cause I would never⊠I hope you know that. But I did think it would be nice.â
âNice. Yeah. I agree. It would be nice. And just so you know,â he swung his head to look over his shoulder before looking back at her, âI brought condoms as well. You know⊠just in case.â
She was a bit stunned at that. Was heâŠ
âDare me to kiss you,â he grinned, irises dropping to her lips for a second before looking back into her eyes.
She laughed, âThatâs not how the game works. The rules are you canâtââ
âFuck the rules. Dare me to kiss you.â
Shaking her head with a wide smile stretched across her face she felt like her skin was pricking as her heartbeat picked up. She couldnât believe this was actually happening.
Looking back into his eyes she inhaled deeply, âFine. I dare you to kiss me.â
Harryâs smirk was unreal. The way he dragged his gaze over her face and down to her mouth was almost lewd, âDidnât need to play truth or dare to get me to kiss you, Y/n,â he scooted in, grabbing the pillow she had tucked into her chest and tossing it away before he drew a hand up to her face, âYou just needed to ask.â
She held her breath as he closed in slowly until it was as if all the tension in the room had popped and fizzled when his lips met hers.
He was so soft and gentle. Lips winding easily, carefully at first. And then she parted her lips more, kissing him back and letting her mouth press into his bottom lip before their tongues were meshed.
She moved her knee out to stabilize herself and knocked over the bowl of popcorn between them. Laughing into his mouth she gasped as she parted from him but he only reached for her again, placing his palm at the back of her head to pull her mouth back against his with a grunt from his chest as he pushed the bowl away and drove his arm underneath her side to keep her from getting too far.
Harry was softly moaning as his tongue worked its way into her mouth gently. It was clear heâd wanted to kiss her. That he liked it. And that notion made her head spin combined with the feel of his thumb traveling over her jaw. There was not going to be any stopping the momentum that had begun.
Well, except for when the bowl of M&Mâs poured out against her leg. She had to push at him. As much as she would have loved to have kept making out, she would not have been able to enjoy melted chocolate on her legs or the bedsheets tucked around the mattress (think of the scrubbing sheâd need to do!).
âSorry,â she panted and looked down at the smashed pieces of popcorn and the chocolate candies strewn between them, âIâve gotta pick this up. Our body heat will melt all these and itâs gonna be a big mess.â
Harry grinned, âWhy donât we just move this party to your bed for a little bit? Clean up later? The M&Mâs wonât melt if weâre not laying on them.â
She laughed, already feeling overwhelmed and overheated from the kiss and now he was suggesting taking it to her bed? This was really happening, wasnât it? She nodded and they both moved off the sofa sleeper to their feet, Harry following behind Y/n as she led him to her bedroom.
She already had her bedside lamp on. Bed made perfectly, everything tucked in and neat.
She turned to look at him and he stepped against her, palm splaying at her low back, âI dare you to get onto your bed and take your clothes off.â
A small laugh burst from her chest, âOh, so now weâre just doing dares?â
He nodded, âMaking up our own rules for this game. Sâmore fun this way.â
Letting go of her he watched as she stepped backward toward her bed and began to unbutton her nightshirt until it was shed from her body before she pushed her shorts down her legs. She was left in a pretty white bralette (something soft for bedtime) that stretched around her breasts and a pair of thin cotton panties that matched. She kneed up onto her bed and let her feet dangle off the edge and pointed, âNow I dare you to take off your clothes.â
He peeled his white t-shirt off, his hair mussing in the process. She watched with her lips parted at the gorgeous man stripping before her. Not only was he built exactly like what she dreamed of (tattoos, beefy, muscular, a touch soft, very masculine) but the boner tenting his sweats was hard not to home in on.
Harry stuck his fingers into the waistband and looked up at her, âMânot wearing any underwear, so be warnedâŠâ
She swallowed as the material lowered, belly button, happy trail, a bit of dark hair and then he pulled the stretchy waistband away from his body so his cock could push free and she was already clenching at just the sight as he removed his sweatpants, cock full and heavy between his strong thighs.
Jesus Christ.
Harry stepped forward, nudging himself between her knees and she leaned back to look up at him, âI dare you to take off the rest of this. Since Iâm completely naked feels only fair.â
She bit her lip and looked down at his girthy dick. He was clearly not shy of his body, standing there like that, cock right in front of her. But why should he be shy when he looked like that?
Scooting back further into the bed she got up to her knees and pulled the bralette off first, feeling the heat of his gaze on her tits as she then slid her panties down her thighs. She wasnât nearly as confident as Harry was as she quickly pulled at her top blanket and covered herself with a small laugh.
Harry stepped forward, one knee on the mattress before climbing in next to her, nosing at her cheek softly before his lips were connected to hers again. And she melted into him just like before. His mouth was magic or something because before she realized it, heâd pulled the blankets off her body and he had a big palm sliding up her thigh and over her hip, âDonât cover up. So pretty. Knew you would be.â
She pushed her fingers into his thick wavey hair and felt her side hit the mattress as Harry pulled at her again, mouth still smeared against hers. He grabbed at her thigh, hitching it over his hip as he tucked in closer and it was warm and she could feel it. Feel him against her hip.
His giant hand smoothed against her bottom and up her spine until he was wrapping his long fingers around the back of her neck. Y/n nudged in closer, driving her hips forward until she was practically straddling him. So Harry took that as his cue to move to his back, taking her hips in his hands so sheâd follow with him.
It had caught her off guard, the sudden change in position but her lips never stopped moving with his. Their kisses were wet and she could smell their saliva, and a touch of onion even from the burgers heâd eaten.
He guided her hips down, his thick cock hot under her thigh until she felt her pussy drag against warm skin at the base of his dick. A small gasp escaped her mouth as he pulled her up, letting her pussy glide up his length, âSo wet already, Y/nâŠâ
She was. It was embarrassing. Every inch of his shaft her pussy dragged against, coated him, wetted his skin. He kept pushing and pulling at her hips, using her slippery pussy like a soft wet toy he could run up and down his length.
Then she felt his fingers move around to her backside, digits sliding against her pussy as he licked into her mouth.
Gently she rolled against him and when she moved herself further down he pushed a fingertip inside, âGo on. Fuck yourself on my finger a little bit,â he whispered against her mouth.
He was filthy. She had no idea. Heâd always been so sweet at work. So polite and respectful. But here he was reaching around her ass to get a finger inside of her cunt as she rubbed her pussy over his cock.
She panted into his mouth as she slid down around his finger, her clit smushed into his dick, slippery as she rolled up and down. But then he began to assist as he added another finger and began to fuck into her pussy, letting his digits curve into her the best he could from his angle. Slushy wet, she stopped moving her hips and parted from the kiss as she looked down at him. She could tell she was gushing all over his palm and probably his dick as she moaned.
âSâthat feel good. Youâre gettinâ my fingers all wet like it feels good.â
Nodding she gasped, âYeah. Feels so goodâŠâ
Harry rutted up against her, his cock still pressed into her clit, and she panted, eyes still searing into his. She didnât want to look away. She almost couldnât believe he was in her bed fingering her like that.
âYour turn to dare me to do something. What do you want, Y/n?â
She moaned and closed her eyes. She was certain of what she wanted as she listened to the way his fingers gushed with each plunge into her.
âFuck⊠dare you to⊠put on a condom.â
She popped her eyes open to peer down at him as he slid his fingers out of her, wiping her arousal on her ass, âThey right here?â He moved his hand toward her bedside table, a knuckle tapping at the wood.
Climbing off of him she opened the drawer, âYeah, a whole box. Hold onâŠâ
Reaching over to pull out the condoms she felt Harryâs hands on her hips as he moved to sit up, then his lips were on her back, dotting warm kisses to her shoulder blades as she finally plucked a condom from the fresh box.
She watched him put the condom on and as expected, it didnât cover his entire length. He was kind of a big guy. Well, maybe there was no kind of about it. Before today she had no idea he was packing like that. Though he always did come off as very confident and sure of himself.
She bit her lip as she watched him toss the wrapper away and then he kneed up to her, arm sliding to her back and carefully lowering her to the bed before spreading her legs apart as he fit himself there, sturdy thighs pushing against her soft ones.
âGonna tell your sister her good vibes worked?â He smirked down at her, hands scouring her hips and tummy and then kneading softly at her tits.
Y/n laughed and reached a hand down to his knee before he pulled at her, making her thighs drape over his as he inched in closer.
âHmm?â He was awfully teasing, she thought, grinning at her waiting for an answer.
âProbably,â she spit out in a laugh. Â
Harry gripped at her thighs, lifting her a bit more to fit her bum over his bent knees and she wanted to scream in embarrassment when she realized he was inspecting her sodden vulva. Sheâd gotten herself all tidied up for him, should anything like this happen, so at least she had that going for her.
He smoothed his thumb through her pussylips, spreading them apart, and softly blew out a breath, âThat is very pretty. Think we get him in there?â
She rolled her eyes as she watched him wrap his palm around his base and lay his fat cock over her mons, the condomed-tip reaching to her belly button, maybe further past, âWell, itâs made for it, so Iâm pretty sureââ
âWhat⊠your pussyâs made to fit around my cock?â A cocky dimpled smirk gave way to a laugh.
âYou know what I meant. Itâs meant to⊠likeâŠâ she breathed out a laugh.
âOh, I know⊠just fucking with you, Y/n.â
He gazed at her as he reared back, painting his cockhead through her labia, up and down, a soft bump into her clit before he repeated, spreading her soft lips apart as he watched the way his crown smeared her arousal between her creases.
When she moaned and wiggled her hips he pointed himself right at her little muscle, nudging softly forward, opening it up for himself. And she felt that first push, the way his tip fit into her, spreading apart and then stretching to accommodate his circumference.
âOh godâŠâ she breathed as he slipped in halfway and then pulled back.
âAlmost there,â he panted as he kept his eyes on where they were connected, pushing and pulling back until she was swallowing him whole, his cock enveloped in her soft, warm pussy.
When heâd buried in whole, he moaned and watched her face twist up in ecstasy. Her lips were dropped open and her neck stretched long as she grasped onto the forearm of the hand he had gripping her waist.
Slowly he began to thrust, viscous liquid seeping from her pussy and sticking to his shaft. It was filthy. She was so wet that every time he bottomed out there was a splat and a plap sounding between them.
She let out a deep moan and her lips curled up, humid breath escaping her mouth as she felt him driving into her guts. He was taking it easy. Languidly fucking into her with wet claps every time he plunged in.
When her cunt was taking him easier and she was dripping down to her ass he moved in a little harder, faster. Angling himself over her, a palm down on the mattress so he could work into her with more gusto.
âAh! HarryâŠâ she squeaked at the stronger thrusts and clung onto his lats. He was panting, lips parted and pink, a curl falling over his forehead as he plowed into her splooshing pussy.
âFuck youâre wet. Pussy is gushing, Y/nâŠâ
Her brows pushed together as she gasped, her body knocked upward every time his hips met hers making her tits bounce. Harry didnât know where to keep his focus. He loved watching his cock disappear into her hole but he kind of liked being right over her so he could see her face crinkle up every time he bottomed out and then her pretty breasts sway up and down. Or maybe heâd like to fuck her from behind, watch her ass jiggle as he pounded into her.
âMmm⊠fuck thatâs big!â
Harry groaned, âYeah? Sure know how to sweet talk a man donât you, pretty? Sâhurt?â
She watched his face, a lusty grin, droopy eyelids as he continued muscling his way in deep.
She hissed when he bucked in, as if he was showing off just how deep he could push in and she coughed out, âMmm⊠a little!â
Harry was going to lose his mind with her if she kept squeaking out moans and splatting around his cock like she was but he would be a gentleman and pull back a touch. Slowing down a little he sat up and moved his hand between them, smushing his thumb into her clit, which was so sticky wet even that swished and slid under the pad of his digit.
âYessssâŠâ she breathed out before murmuring on about how good it felt. âOh fuck, thatâs it. Oh god⊠please donât stop⊠Harry, fuck, yesâŠâ
The clit. The magical little nob that worked wonders as long as the man knew where to find it. Clearly, Harry knew right where it was. Knew how to circle over it, pressing against it just right. Knew how to fuck into her as well. Sliding his length through her vaginal walls, spreading her open, and grazing against her gummy little spot on the inside that had her buzzing and liquifying for him.
He watched her whine and squirm under him, loving how she was so into it. God that was an ego boost, âLike that, Y/n? Gonna come for me? Yeah?â
Her ears were already ringing when she lost herself, gripping around him and crying out as her orgasm washed through her tummy. Harryâs cock made her feel so full, so incredibly stuffed to the brim that it weighed her down and she could hardly move as he bulldozed into her, the pad of his thick thumb smushing fast circles over her throbbing nub.
Fucking her through it he gasped at how she spasmed and milked around him, her pussy trying to siphon his come right through his condom. But Harry wouldnât come just yet. He had something to prove. Wanted to make a show of his prowess and give her something to tell her sister about.
So when she was finally calmed and her pussy wasnât clamping around him like a vice grip he slid his hand under her head and kissed her gently, speaking low and soft against her lips, âGonna have you flip over, okay? Just need a little more yeah?â
When he parted from the kiss she blinked up at him, fluttering lashes and out of breath, âYou didnât come?â
He shook his head, pulling himself out, gently before he placed his hands on her hips, âNot yet. I will soon, though. Mâright on the edge. Wonât take me long.â
She rolled to her side as he lifted her hips and helped her get to her tummy. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing and rubbing each meaty globe in his big palms. Then he was straddling her thighs as he spread her gently and she felt him push his thick tip back into her pussy, sharp and hot. It was tighter, felt a lot fuller like that as he began driving in deep and then pulling out to his tip, before plowing back into the hilt.
His moans grew louder and, even he could admit, sounded quite whiny, pathetic. He was shaking as he watched his dick spread her in half, her soft ass jiggling as he smacked into her, skin patting, his cock leaking precum steadily into his condom.
He hissed when it felt too good. His balls squeezing and his fat dick throbbing inside of her. He thrusted forward, landing a palm down next to her shoulder, his chest pressed into her back as he rutted himself in, tucking his cock through her insides and puffed out a hot groan into her ear, âFuck you feel good. Gonna make me come, babyâŠâ
She moaned and nodded, âCome for me, HarryâŠâ
He might have held out for another thirty seconds, possibly a minute longer but her breathy words, all sultry and pleading had him pumping into his condom in an instant. He gargled on a moan and squeezed his eyes closed as he buried in and stilled his hips, ass flexing so he could push in further if it were possible.
Y/n felt him crushing her back as he collapsed over her, panted breaths in her ear, cock still throbbing in the aftermath of his orgasm.
She didnât mind it. Liked his weight on her like that. Enjoyed the way he seemed just as fucked out as she was. She could even feel his heart pounding in his chest against her back.
With a moan, she turned her head and nuzzled her face into her blanket with her eyes closed. Sheâd fall asleep that way if he couldnât get up. It was quite warm and comforting. Like a weighted blanket draped over her body. And maybe she did doze off for a bit because when she opened her eyes she felt him moving off of her before he crashed down next to her, the springs in her mattress bouncing under him.
Pushing herself to lie on her side she ran a hand over his chest and he turned to look at her, a dopey smile on his flushed face, âSo this is what happens at slumber parties, huh? Iâve really missed out all these years.â
She giggled and nodded into her pillow, âYep. Theyâre just like big orgies really. Normally there are more than just two people. Itâs how I lost my virginity.â
Harry sputtered a laugh, âReally?â
Y/n couldnât help but to cackle loudly and roll to her back, the biggest grin on her face, âNo, silly. I was teasing.â
He slid a hand over her tummy, âSo this isnât what happens at slumber parties, then?â She could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.
She turned her head to look at him, âWell, not usually. But I think we made our own rules for this one today.â
âYeah? Well, I have to give it to you. You throw a hell of a party. Iâm certain this is gonna go down as the best sleepover in history.â
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thinking about the first time toji gets to fuck you in your bedroom surrounded by stuffed animals. he knew you were a girly girl and he absolutely adored that about you, your always glossy lips, pink outfit and short skirts were what made him approach you at first.
being older and making more money than you, toji had a better apartment, a spacious and nicely located flat, so the first few encounters were always there until things started to get serious and he asked to go to your place tonight.
toji was far from surprised when you opened the door and he was welcomed to a colourful living room and a sweet vanilla smell, he noticed a couple teddy bears by the couch and a few action figures next to the tv, but as soon as you started to make out on the couch you got up and took him by the hand to your bedroom.
âwoahâ he let it scape when he saw all your plushies, the big ones were in the floor, a bunch on the shelves and a few more in the nightstand, âsweetheart are you sure this is your room and not a 6 year oldâs?â he teased and chuckled when you slapped his chest.
âi like them okay? most of it is from those claws machines so itâs not like i spent crazy money on itâŠâ
âoh yeah? and you got all of those in the first try?â he poked your waist as you laid down in your bed.
âwellâŠâ no you didnât ânever mind, kiss me pleaseâ you pulled him by his shirt and he placed his knee on the bed before hovering you.
âiâm not gonna support this addiction of yours, you knowâ he reached back and pulled his shirt off.
âshut up smokerâ you giggled and proceeded to take your clothes off as well.
nights with toji usually escalated very quickly but that night he seemed more distracted and a bit uneasy. when he finally had you on your hands and knees his pace was not as fast as normal, in fact he seemed to be shifting a lot.
âtoji? you okay?â you asked looking over your shoulder, after pondering for a bit he replied firmly.
âweâre switching.â
âwhaââ before you could process he had already laid on his back and manhandled you onto his lap, âtoji~â you whined.
âbe a good girl and ride meâ he slapped your ass as he helped you sit on his dick, and how could you deny when he bosses you around like that, âthat way i donât have to see thoseâŠâ he murmured and slapped away some teddy bears in your nightstand. you stopped your movements and started to laugh.
âwait is that the reason?â you chuckled but one hard trust he gave you made you lose your balance and fall on his chest.
âthere must be like a thousand eyes in this bedroomâ he said looking around and massaging your waist to relieve his own tension.
âoh come on old manâ you teased biting his lobe, âthose thousand eyes watch me touch myself every time i think about you and youâre not aroundâ that seemed to be enough to bring the big man back to his usual self. toji placed both his feet on the mattress and proceeded to fuck into you as you got up from chest to find a better position holding onto his flexed knees.
âand who gave you the right to touch my pussy huh?â
suddenly the stuffed animals were not a problem anymore.
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Kitty
Fandom: Marvel; X-Men Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine / Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: M Tags: Suggestive, Logan's cat ear hair, Teasing
Synopsis: Sleep-addled and maybe a little horny, you ask Logan if he does his hair like that on purpose.
A/N: Fun fact about this one - you could replace reader with Deadpool and the fic would probably be the exact same (but probably with more stabbing). Enjoy! Also I almost titled it Kittyuuuuuhhhh but decided against it LMAO. Is this good? No. But I needed to expel it like some kind of demon. Anyway-
You made a soft pleased noise, arching your back as you stretched as far as you could under the thin sheet of your shared bed. Muscled warmed, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, blinking blearily against the morning light that filtered in through the curtains.
You smiled - sleepy and sweet - as you propped yourself on your elbows to see the figure sat at the foot of your bed. Logan was already awake and halfway dressed, jeans hugging his hips as he leaned over to tug on his boots. Meanwhile, here you were - still in the oversized T-shirt you used as pajamas, your hair messy from sleep.
On that thought, your eyes drifted from where they had been admiring the taunt planes of his back, to Logan's own styled hair. He'd already brushed it, those little tufts that curled into what looked like tiny devil horns neatly defined in the soft morning light.
You frowned. Hmm, no, devil horns wasn't quite right. Not really.
You sat up, a hazy plan dancing through your mind as you crawled your way to the end of the bed. Logan glanced back at you - your heart flipped at the soft smile he offered you, making no effort to shy away from your touch.
"Hey, you don't have to get up because of me," he chided. You didn't listen - instead, you draped your arms around his warm shoulders, leaned in to pepper little kisses along his jaw, even if his beard caught most of them. You didn't mind how it tickled.
"But you're wearing my favorite outfit," you insisted, doing your best not to chuckle. You did like him in worn out jeans and no shirt. It looked good on him. Everything looked good on the man, though.
"I'm wearing half an outfit," he replied, turning just enough so that he could press a proper kiss to your lips. You sighed, pillowing your head on his shoulder as his lips met yours - lazy, gentle. Those weren't words you'd use to describe his kisses at any other time of day, really. This was special.
"I know," you replied, offering him a silly smile as you leaned against his shoulder, arm around his chest preventing him from dressing any further. He didn't seem to mind, though, as your free hand carefully carded your way through his hair - making sure not to displace any of his hard work.
"But something I don't know..." you continued, twirling a finger around the tip of one of the tufts. "Is why your hair ends up like this. Do you do it on purpose?"
"Do I do what on purpose?" he asked. It was laced with a chuckle, like he thought this was one of your half-awake musings. And, perhaps it was, in a way. You were, technically half-awake. But you weren't making things up. It was a real question that had crossed your mind on several separate occasions.
"You know-" you insisted, releasing that little bit of hair from your grasp. "The kitty ears."
"The what?"
He laughed it, pulled away from you if only to make sure you caught a glance of his expression - a mixture of shock and amusement that telegraphed to you that he still wasn't taking you seriously.
You rolled your eyes at him, removing your hand from around his shoulders to scratch along his scalp, up to that little tuft of curled hair. He closed his eyes, made a low rumbling noise in his throat that only seemed to further the illusion that he was really just some big cat in disguise.
"The kitty ears," you insisted, "do you or do you not purposefully style your hair so you have these little kitty ear things?"
You sat up on your knees, reaching both your hands up to curl in the tufts - tugging them just hard enough to make his eyes flutter open as he looked up at you.
"Cat ears," he deadpanned, doubt lacing his words. "You think my hair looks like cat ears."
"Kitty ears," you clarified, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "And you didn't answer my question, which means you absolutely do it on purpose."
"No-" Logan started, tone exasperated. But, unfortunately for him, he was already in too deep.
"Nope, sorry-" you laughed, sitting down behind him to wrap your arms around his bare chest, brushing through the downy hair there. "You're my little kitty now."
"Jesus Christ-" he groaned, rolling his eyes as you kissed his cheek. You made to kiss the corner of his lips next, but he turned his head ever so slightly, trying his best to quell the smile that was spreading. He'd just wanted you to pay attention as he insisted:
"I'm not a fucking cat."
"Why not?" you teased, kissing just under his ear with a little smile. "You've got the ears..."
You snaked a hand up to card through his hair again - making sure to rake your blunt nails along his scalp like you knew he loved. And, despite his dismissive tone, you caught his eyes fluttering closed, his lips parting ever so slightly.
"The claws..." you teased, punctuating each word with a new open-mouthed kiss to his neck - the last dotted with a touch of teeth that issued a sweet rumble from low in his throat.
"The fur-" your free hand slid down his chest - down the dips and curves of his defined abs, to tangle in the thicker hair that disappeared below the waistline of his jeans.
"And, I know how to make you purr," you chuckled, fingers dancing at the edge of his belt as your other hand weaved through one of those silly little kitty ears.
Logan wasn't immune to the way you touched him - when he laughed at your ridiculous comments, it was a bit breathless, even if he sounded absolutely exhausted with your antics.
"I have to get dressed," he insisted, his hand drawing over your own where you'd just started to wiggle your fingers under the tight denim. "And you're being ridiculous."
"Hmm," you hummed, nipping at the junction of his neck and shoulder. The muscles there jumped, tensed, then relaxed - and where he'd been grasping at your hand, your fingers briefly intertwined.
"If I remember correctly..." you pondered, nuzzling against his neck. "Kitties don't wear clothes."
"Oh, come on-" he groaned, laughing as he leaned back against your chest, his head pillowed on your shoulder. You grinned down at him. "How long are you gonna keep this shit up?"
"Until you're sick of it," you promised, kissing the corner of his mouth. He rolled his eyes. "Or, you take your pants off."
"We both know you'll keep saying it even if I take my pants off," he countered, his hold on your hand the only thing preventing you from inching your way into his pants.
"Touché. But -" you bargained. "I'd be distracted."
He laughed, loud and full, and your smile grew even more. That - that's what you really liked. When you could finally get some honest joy out of him. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, even if it was brief. His hand squeezed over yours - soft, possessive, loving. That made your heart flutter even more than the thought of getting him undressed.
But he was right - you were never going to let him live this down.
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when he says "please."
ft. genshin characters
characters: neuvilette, wriothesley, diluc, xiao genre: fluff and a smidge of angst in diluc's. just a little one i promise!! a/n: will be making more from this prompt any character request perhaps??
neuvilette
he pulled you close, eager to be pressed against you after having to be away from you for hours because of work. you smiled at the proximity, the longing was in fact mutual. he eyed your lips so attentively; such delight after a hard day of labor, surely youâd grant him that? he leaned it and stopped an inch before your lips met his, his breath tickled your right cheek. âmay i?â he whispered, if thereâs a time where heâd stop asking permission to steal a kiss, it was not that day. and that fact made your stomach go all crazy. you indulged in his eagerness for a minute, teasing your lover who had the patience as wide as the sea. â...please?â he mumbled, sounding a little desperate. you put your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. âiâm all yours, neuvilette.â
wriothesley
âshould i remind you that this is still work hour and i needed to be out of this fortress like an hour ago?â you scolded him, yet it did nothing to the tightness of his grip around your waist as you went to get up from his lap. âbaby you honestly had too much faith in me if you think i could resist letting you go when you came in all pretty like this to visit me,â he continued to rest his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes with no worry in the world. âwriothesley.â you sighed, your tone reprimanding. âfive more minutes for the special meal from the coupon cafeteria?â he tried. âare you bribing me...?â you asked, fighting a smile thatâs dangerously close to invading your lips. âis it working? i could throw something else in there, like three of sigewinneâs rare stickers maybe?â he asked playfully, planting kisses all over your cheek and you couldnât hold the grin. âcute that you believe she gave the rare stickers to you.â you smiled mischievously, wriothesleyâs face immediately understood the unsaid words. âno,â he said at the betrayal. âmhm, she gave me the full limited collection too so your bribe means nothing now,â you said, raising an eyebrow in challenge. he just chuckled, Â âfigures.â you tried once more to get off his lap thinking that you caught him off guard but of course he didnât budge. âwrio,â you whine. âfive more minute. please baby, you can give me that at least, right? iâll be good i promise.â he pleaded, and you rarely see him do that. you sighed, knowing youâre defeated way before he begged for you to stay. âfive minutes it is.â
you end up staying there the whole day.
diluc
the life of an adventurer kept you busy, going to all sort of places and meet all kinds of creatures and that bounds to give you wounds and injury both physically and mentally. and of course diluc was the one to be concerned over you more than yourself. he never offered any complaints about the path you chose, as he gave you his full support instead. although a little part of his heart sometimes slipped away after seeing you home with another cut added to the barely healed skin from the wound before.
on a somewhat quiet night as he knelt in front of you as he tend to the injury on your knee he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. âcan you try to be more careful?â he pressed the cotton on the wound with alcohol, earning a little hiss from your mouth. âi am being careful, you should see what happens to the other guy.â you smiled, offering a joke but when you didnât see even an ounce of amusement on your loverâs face you know this time itâs serious. his hand stopped moving, he took a deep breath. âplease, love. i canât.. i donât know if i can handle more of you falling into my arms out of exhaustion, and youâre barely conscious.â his voice incredibly weak, his eyes glassy as he gazed the floor. your heart felt like itâs being ripped into a new one as you saw him. you pulled him into his chest. âiâm sorry. diluc iâm sorry. i promise iâll be more careful. no more taking commission until iâm fully healed. iâm sorry, love.â he just nodded, basking in your touch. as long as you come back to him alive and well, itâs all good.
xiao
âhere comes a thought,â you said out of nowhere. xiao just hummed, letting you to proceed with the said thought as heâs sure it didnât even matter whatâs his response was. âyouâre too demanding, at times,â you boldly claimed, as the sentence left him speechless. demanding? âhow so?â he asked quietly, clearly bothered by what you said. âi was kidding. demanding isnât the right word, itâs just, sometimes i wanna hear you say please, you know?â you reassured his doubt. xiao just stared at you blankly, face clearly telling you that heâs in fact does not know. âalright, thatâs not a hard request.â he complied almost immediately. âokay, then say it?â you asked.
ânow? but i am not currently asking for anything,â xiao said rationally, and thatâs not what youâre looking for. âokay, pretend youâre asking for a kiss,â you said, smiling playfully, âwhat?!â the yaksha quickly became flustered. you took his hand, and he let you. âiâll even give you one for real-â
ây/n, please.â he covered his face with his free hand, bashful beyond belief that he begged for you to stop talking because heâs not currently functioning properly. for someone who lived through two thousand years, heâs just not quite immune to your teasing and never will be, it seemed. you smiled happily, âthatâs not so hard, was it?â xiao who just looked at you whoâs all smiley just couldnât help but mirror your expression with a little smile of his own.
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Seeing JJK men shirtless for the first time
Pairings: (true form) Sukuna x fem! reader; Nanami x fem!reader; Choso x fem!reader; Gojo and Geto x fem!reader; Ino x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Ijichi x fem!reader
Word Count: 6k (this is literally one third of my bachelor thesis lmao)
Warnings: Spice in Sukuna's, a little bit in Choso's and in Toji's part, true form Sukuna so slight spoilers regarding his appearance, I'm sorry but Choso's part is a lil shitty
Notes: You guys...This has to be my biggest fic yet and let me tell you, I poured my heart and soul into this piece. So please, if you find the time, leave me a like, a comment or a reblog. I appreciate it more than you could imagine đ€
Sukuna
You donât even know how you ended up here. To be exact, it still feels like a feverish dream to you. Only one second ago, you were on your way to find your friends, injured with your shoulder throbbing each passing second. But nowâŠ
Your eyes roam around the barely lit area, gleaming in that unpromising red light that runs shivers down your spine. There is absolutely no logical explanation for how you ended up here.
âSure took you some time to finally wake up again.â
That dark voice hollering at you, the sarcastic undertone in it. Itâs a man, without any doubt. And just by the sound of his masculine voice you can tell that heâs build like a wall.
Is it wise to move forward, to discover this place? Well, standing here like an idiot definitely wonât help to find a way out of here, right? And you definitely need to find out who that man isâŠ
âWho are you?â
Your voice gets lost against the tall walls, echoes back at you over and over again. But no answer.
âAre you the reason for me being here?â
There is no doubt in the fact that his eyes are all over you. Like a hunter, he roams around you in silence while your tingling nerves almost cause you to lose your mind. Who is he? Where are you? What is all of this?
Your feet dash forward once again. Straight into the darkness, chasing after a dim beam of light that catches your interest immediately. Maybe this is your way out, maybe youâll get to meet your friends again, maybe-
Suddenly your breath gets stuck in your throat, feet stopping immediately. That thingâŠ
You swallow hard, eyes fixated on the most muscular male upper body youâve seen in your entire life. No, this isnât a thing. This is a grown man.
âStop staring at me like thatâ, he growls with his now familiar voice.
This is him, the person who talked to you earlier. You want to confront him, want to ask him for a way out, but instead you stare him up and down. Those oh so muscular four arms decorated by hypnotizing tattoos, a chest so broad it takes you all your strength to outstand the urge to press your head against it. But what really catches you off guard is his mouth. No, not the mouth on his face. Your gaze gets caught by the parted lips that cover his stomach, teeth exposed to threatful that the thought of getting killed crosses your mind for a split second.
âAre you done now, stupid girl?â
Before you even realize whatâs happening, you find yourself lying in his arms, his body pressed so tightly against yours that you fail to breathe. His half naked body, muscles touching your bare skinâŠ
Oh god, this is so wrong. There is no doubt in the fact that this is Sukuna in his true form, the king of curses in his full glory. And you? You are nothing but a tiny human compared to him, an ant underneath his boot.
But why does it feel so good, then? Why do your knees give him, why does your body start to throb in places where it shouldnât?
A whimper escapes your lips, body almost collapsing into itself when you can feel his mouth there.
Against your bare skin.
Caressing the sensitive flesh of your thighs.
âIf you just break into my kingdom like that, then I can do whatever I want with youâ, he whispers against your ear.
âP-pleaseâ, you groan, not even knowing yourself what exactly youâre begging for.
â(y/n)?â
You close your eyes, searching for the feeling of his tongue against your skin.
â(y/n)!â
No, donât open your eyes, donât get distracted.
â(Y/N)!â
When your eyes dart open again, you arenât greeted by Sukunaâs stinging gaze. No, the innocent eyes that look at you filled with worry belong to someone else.
âMan, you really have me worrying out here for you. You just broke down and started whimperingâ, Yuji explains while lifting you off the ground.
Was itâŠall a dream?
Nanami Kento
Your heart races, blood rushing through your ears like electricity. You told him right from the start that leaving on his own wasnât a good idea, that the injuries of other jujutsu sorcerers make you believe this might be a special grade curse.
But Nanami Kento never listens when you worry about him.
âIâm sorry to bother you, but it seems like thereâs a gaping wound placed under my ribcage on my right side.â
You didnât hesitate a single second, rushed after him with your little case like you always do. As Shokoâs co-worker, itâs your responsibility to look after injured jujutsu sorcerers. Even though youâll never be as good as her, you will always make it your mission to help as fast as possible.
Especially him.
His signal grows stronger and stronger with every step you dash towards his location, mind racing back and forth. A gaping wound, what is that supposed to mean? Did he get hit by a gun, a curse? You donât allow yourself to catch your breath, eyes focused on the little dot that comes closer.
âAre you alright, (y/n)? You really donât need to rush to my side like that.â
A wave of relief washes over you when you see him leaning against the wall of a public toilet. But only until you catch a glimpse of the deep red tissues covering the sink and ground, his usual dark blue shirt discoloured in horrific crimson.
All colour drains from yourself while you lunge yourself at him, thick fear rushing through your veins.
âWhy didnât you call me sooner? You already lost a hell amount of bloodâ, you press out, inspecting the wound carefully.
This looks bad. Really really bad. If you donât act right now, if you donât start to use your technique immediatelyâŠ
âTake off that shirt. Nowâ, you instruct him without waiting for his response while putting on gloves and showering your hands in sanitizer.
You fail to understand the meaning of your automatic words until he stands in front of you, bare chested.
Oh.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat all over again, eyes shamelessly discovering the way his muscular chest rises and falls steady.
âDid you justâŠâ
Suddenly your mouth feels dry like the desert, mind unable to form a single sentence. Since you know Nanami Kento, you always know him as that well-dressed gentlemen in that suit that makes his butt look delicious and his shirt that leaves you pondering about the way he might look underneath when youâre supposed to work. There was never an opportunity to peek at more than his veiny forearm. And now this force of a man is standing right in front of your hungry eyes, showing you that reality is so much better than everything you could have imagined.
âSorry, didnât you tell me to take my shirt off?â
âIâŠâ
When Shoko wasnât around, you always pondered about the way he might look under his dark blue shirt. Do his tight muscles draw those valleys onto his belly youâve seen on TV before? Does his biceps have that popping vein his forearms make you suspect?
You canât help but allow your eyes to roam around his frame freely. That little scar decorating his chest. Is it from a fight? And that minor trail of untrimmed hair that lets your gaze wander to placesâŠ
âI donât want to be rude butâŠIâm not feeling that well, (y/n). Would you mind treating me?â
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood rushes into your cheeks immediately, face heating up by the horrific thought that he caught you staring at his bare chest like an idiot. Fuck, he definitely thinks youâre nothing but a freak now. What if heâll ignore you from now on? What if you wonât see him again after that? What a dumbass you are, didnât you see countless men without a shirt on already-
âHey, stop worrying. Iâm more than flattered that I caught the attention of someone like you butâŠletâs do this when Iâm feeling better.â
Your widened eyes fail to leave his oh so gorgeous face while your trembling hands go to work, mind too focused on what he just said.
âLetâs do what?â, you finally breathe out.
Is thisâŠa smile forming on Kento Nanamiâs lips? You feel like tripping all over again, heart pounding so roughly against your ribcage that you might pass out right by his side any given moment.
âI like the way you look at me, (y/n).â
What a simple reply. And yet, his words send you into another dimension.
âYouâŠWHAT?â
Choso Kamo
Your body threatens to fail you, eyes in desperate search for Yuji. When Megumi finally gave in and told you he went out on his own, you almost lost your mind. Yuji, Sukunaâs vessel, on his own in Shibuya when everyone chases after him? Megumi definitely deserves another slap for that.
You sprint down the empty hallways of Shibuyaâs train station, following the distant sound of battle. Please, let Yuji be alright. As his bigger sister, it was always your aim to protect him. When Yuji joined Jujutsu High, you did as well. When Yuji decided to fight in first row, you did too. There is no way youâll allow your little brother to die, even though technically you arenât related by blood. But even as your step brother, you canât afford to lose him.
âYuji?â
Nothing. Your body hollers back at you unanswered, mind slowly but surely starting to get into panic mode as the sound of cracking metal grows closer and closer.
And then you see it, the chaos that lays itself out in front of you dipped in neon purple lights. Blood is splattered across the area, the floor swimming in water that escapes the nearby toilet.
The toiletâŠYou furrow your eyebrows. Is this⊠a wave of pink hair?
âYuji?â
His eyes meet yours. The so determined gleam in them escapes instantly when fright replaces it.
âGet away from here right now, (y/n)!â, he screams at you just before a fist pushes him into a nearby wall violently.
Your brain threatens to fail you, body dashing into the toilet without thinking twice. Whoever this is will pay for hurting your brother so violently, for causing all this mess.
âDidnât I tell you to walk away?â, Yuji questions with an irritated voice.
âAnd I told you more than once that I wonât leave you hanging!â, you hiss through gritted teeth.
âAre you two done?â
A male voice that makes you turn your head instantly. The second your eyes find him, your breath gets stuck in your throat. Oh, what a force of a man he is with strands of dark hair sticking to his wet face, his gorgeous eyes looking at you so unbothered. But what almost sweeps you off your feet is the way his robe allows you a single peek at his firm muscles that are lit by neon purple.
âOh myâ, you mumble to yourself.
Who on earth is this guy? Why is he fighting Yuji? But most importantlyâŠWhy does he have to look so steaming hot?
âWhy are you not moving, (y/n)? Get out of here right nowâ, Yuji taunts urgently.
âWhat a wasteâ, you jeer at the man in front of you while taking a few steps towards him.
Choso canât help but look at you bamboozled. How you move so confidently even though you donât even know who he is, your eyes still fixated onâŠ
His body? Are you looking at his abs?
âThat a handsome guy like you acts like this.â
His eyes widen unintentionally, hands not daring to move. He should kill you right on the spot, should end your life just like that of Itadori Yuji. Youâre partly responsible for the violent death of his brothers as well, given the fact that youâre also wearing that uniform. But his tight fists donât dare to move a single inch, glued to his sides.
âIdiot, you donât even know who youâre talking to. I will kill you just like Yuji Itadori, I will-â
âWill you, though?â
You come to a stand in front of him.
âWâŠWhat are you doing, (y/n)?â
Yujiâs voice shifts into the background. This definitely isnât the first time you get close to a handsome man, but the others definitely werenât that handsome. Just one look into his surprised eyes, the delicate marks on his face. And that force of a body. There is no doubt in the fact that this man trains a lot.
âI am distracting him, what else?â, you purr.
âI am not distracted.â
âAre you sure about that?â
Before heâs able to think about your words any further, you wrap your longing arms around his neck and hold him firmly against yourself.
âBecause your eyes tell me something else.â
Now itâs Choso who fails to breathe. He never understood the simplicity of tender touch, the urge that drives humans almost crazy. What is so special about another hand placed against your skin, about lying in each otherâs arms? He might have never understood if it wasnât for you. You with your arm wrapped around his neck. You, with your free hand wandering down his chest, the wet fabric exposing his tight muscles without mercy.
In the split of a second, he begins to realize what touching each other seems to be about.
âRespect. Out of all the trained men I see on a daily basis, you have to be the most handsome one out of all. You work out a lot, donât you?â
Your fingertips discover the valleys of his abs even further, force Choso to feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Fuck, he doesnât even know your name, has never seen you before. How is it even possible for you to have this power over him?
âNone of your business, idiotâ, he breathes out.
âWhatâs your name?â
Your voice does things to him his mind fails to understand, his sharp breath now hanging in the air between both of you. You are threatening, your glowy eyes showing more than urgently that you arenât playing. But that slight smile on your face, the confidence dripping from every pore of your bodyâŠWho are you?
âChoso Kamo.â
âIâm (y/n)â, you reply while allowing your eyes to take one last glance at his tight abs.
Oh, youâll definitely regret what youâre about to do. What if you wonât get to see him afterwards, the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on? Thereâs no other way, though.
âAnd I hope Iâll get the chance to be this close to you again.â
One innocent kiss pressed against his soft lips. One innocent kiss that sends him straight onto the ground, emerged into nothing but darkness. A pretty useful cursed technique, probably the reason why you get called femme fatale at Jujutsu High.
âWhat a shame, I really liked that guyâ, you comment with Yuji coming to a stand right by your side.
âYou didnât have to touch his abs like thatâŠâ
âOh I definitely didâ, you reply instantly.
Your hands brush over his upper body one last time before you turn around and walk away.
Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru
What a lovely day. Well, lovely apart from the stinging fact that you are forced to babysit the vessel of Tengen-sama when a bunch of bounty hunters chases after you. Your shaded eyes roam around the area without any break, too scared of the consequences that carelessness could have. In contrast to Gojo, you take this task very seriously. You, who is nothing but an average jujutsu sorcerer at jujutsu high, surpassed by her classmates a long time ago. Who, who only got the chance to go on this mission by coincidence.
Well, and then thereâs him.
â(y/n), why are you not wearing a bikini? Weâre at the beach, arenât we?â
Gojo Satoru, the honoured one. Of course, they would choose him to escort the plasma vessel. Itâs only logical for him to be here.
âWeâre on a mission, Satoruâ, you remind him urgently without even looking his way.
âHey, are you alright? Thereâs no need to be so tense, (y/n). We have everything under control.â
And then thereâs also him, Geto Suguru. The boy with the most charismatic smile youâve even seen, so gentle and kind that itâs almost unbelievable heâs even talking to Satoru.
âI wonât be tense when sheâs finally with Tengen-sama. This mission is very important to meâ, you mumble with your eyes fixated on Riko and Misato walking in front of you, completely unbothered by the fact that both of them almost died more than once.
âHey, stop looking so serious, (y/n)! Iâm here to save you if it getâs heatedâ, Gojo purrs from behind, literally forcing you to roll your eyes behind your sunglasses.
âWhy do you always have to tease her like this? (y/n) can help herself and you know thatâ, Geto remarks instantly, letting himself fall behind to mumble something you canât understand into his best friendâs ear.
You worked your ass of for this opportunity, always stayed longer than anyone else on the training field, always learned until far past midnight while everyone else was sound asleep. There was never anything except getting a better jujutsu sorcerer in your life. God, you didnât even have a single boyfriend in all those years.
Enough. You straighten your shoulders and force your eyes onto Rika again. For now, you have a job to do. Thereâs no time to think about something so wasteful as boys.
Your gaze roams around the beach before you allow the plasma vessel to get into the water with a wink. No one but a little family without cursed energy is located around you, so everything should be fine. Also, Gojo would have detected an enemy with his six eyes. GojoâŠwhere on earth is he, though?
When you turn around in order to follow his and Getoâs muted voice, your breath gets stuck in your throat. You really donât know what you expected when going to the beach with both Suguru and Satoru, but that? Both of them wear nothing but shorts and a shirt â an opened shirt. Your gaze hits their bare chests one after another, races back and forth while your mouth opens on its own. To be honest, youâve never seen a real guy shirtless. Maybe here and there at the swimming pool when you were training or at the beach. But they werenât like them. They werenât this toned.
âEnjoying the view, (y/n)? Looks like a cat got ya tongue, huh?â, Satoru jeers at you.
âNot every girl looks at you, Satoruâ, Suguru comments dryly.
âHey, are you alright, (y/n)?â
You missed out.
Fuck, you definitely missed out.
How is this he first time you saw both of them shirtless? Geto with a firm body that doesnât match his soft personality at all. Gojo, who isnât only blessed with his immense powers but with a god-like body as well.
âIâŠUhâŠâ
You canât find words. How are you supposed to say anything logical when your heart almost beats out of your chest? They were never more than comrades to you, never more than strong jujutsu sorcerers you look up to. But damn, at this very moment, you truly see them as man.
Suguru puts his hand on his hip which makes his muscles dance delicately, head tilted to the side in sheer confusion while he walks towards you. Lord have mercy, you really are doomed. How are you supposed to concentrate on this mission when now youâre aware of how they look underneath those strict uniforms?
âAre you feeling unwell? Itâs totally fine if you go back to the ho-â
âNoâ, you interrupt Suguru immediately when he puts his hand on your shoulder.
His bare hand.
While he stands in front of you with his bare chest.
You never longed for men. No, your only interest has always been your training, to become greater, better, faster, stronger. But at this very moment, when both of their toned bodies stare right back at you, you suddenly feel a weakness youâve never felt before, a hunger that was unknown until now.
âCanât you see that (y/n) is busy staring at us right now, Suguru? Bet thatâs your first time ever seeing something apart from trainingâ, Satoru teases you.
Faster than your mind is able to follow, he stands in front of you, grabs your wrists and presses your palm against his naked chest. His heartbeat pulsates against your fingertips, forces a warmth between your legs youâve never felt before. Those tiny hair that tickle against your oversensitive skin, the heat that radiates from his body, that makes you almost faint.
You stumble back a few steps only to get caught by Suguru, who presses you against his body firmly.
âHey, are you not feeling well?â
âIâŠIâŠâ, you stutter.
Oh god, you feel like dying and flying at the same time, lying like an idiot in Suguruâs arms while Satoru still grins at you.
âWant me to take off my pants as well, (y/n)?â
âSATORU!â
Ino Takuma
âWhy do I have to train with this jerk again?â
Your eyes roll backwards while you let yourself fall onto a nearby bench theatrically. God, how much you hate that guy, the way he always acts so competent around Nanami makes your guts turn in pure disgust. Doesnât he understand that you are better than him, that you are Nanamiâs favorite student? Ino Takuma doesnât stand a chance against you.
But why does Nanami insist on both of you training together, then?
âBecause both of you need to work on your abilities and you complement each other perfectly.â
âThatâs not true!â, you answer along with each other instantly.
No, you despise Ino with all your heart. Thereâs nothing you could learn from him. Him with that stupid grin, him with that dumb confident walk, him in that oversized black sweater.
âI will be back after my mission. It is your choice how you spend your time until then. Stay safe.â
Fuck, Nanami knows exactly what he did with those words. Of course, thereâs no way around spending your time with that jerk now.
âCan you stop breathing so fucking loud?â, you jeer at him.
âMe? Nothing but hot air comes out of your mouth. Save your breath, idiotâ, Ino bites back instantly.
âYou know what? Letâs start right now. I canât wait to beat your puny ass.â
You dash to the other side of the large room after bumping into his shoulder provocatively. There is no doubt in the fact that you will make Ino regret coming into your life like this. You are the one and only one who deserves a recommendation from Nanami and not him. Just one look into his oh so confident face makes your veins pulsate.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you scared, (y/n)?â
You let out your shaky breath, hands balling into tight fists. That fucker will regret every stupid comment he ever made when youâre done with him.
âIf you were as good at staying dumb stuff as you were at fighting, youâd probably be a special grade by now.â
He dashes towards you with his mask covering his face. Just in time, you are able to dodge his merciless attack while holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. Over and over, he tries to hit you, tries to distract you while you swing your swords without regard as well.
âI wonât lose this fight, (y/n)â, he presses out while pushing you backwards.
âI wonât either.â
Over and over, again and again, your body collapse against each other, his flying fist missing your face only by inches. You have to fight back harder, sweat sticks to your forehead while you squint your eyes in order to follow his rapid movements. How much you hate to even think about the stinging fact that Ino is a decent fighter, that both of you actually meet eye to eye.
You ball your fists even tighter, let your powers roam free in your pulsating veins. Still, you wonât allow him to win this. You will stump him into the ground, make Nanami proud, show him that you deserve his recommendation. This is your only way to become a grade 1 sorcerer, to surpass Ino.
With one well-placed dash of your bare hand, his sweater gets torn into pieces while you position yourself in front of him, so ready to give him that last hit he deserves, so ready to win this fight.
This fightâŠYour eyes follow the movement of your hand, watch how the black fabric hangs on for dear life, how it reveals something youâve never seen before.
Your eyes widen in sheer surprise, blinking against the sudden sensation that hits you. Are those really Inoâs abs? So well-toned that you simply canât look away, covered in a layer of glittering sweat and flexed to the brim.
âOh my godâ, you mutter to yourself.
This is definitely not the sight you expected. Of course you know how much he trains, that he has to be somehow fit. But that?
âWhy youâre looking at me like that?â
âYou look like fucking adonisâ, you spit at him.
âWhy do you have to look so damn good?â
âHuh?â
âThis is not fairâ, you continue, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards you.
âYou donât deserve to look like that.â
âAre you out of your mind, you idiot?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
Like in slow motion, a sudden redness creeps up his face and discolors his cheeks red.
âJust shut the fuck upâ, he continues.
Your eyes travel downwards his body again. What a great figure, what a body of steel. Why does it have to be Ino Takumo who looks this damn good? Why on earth does it have to be him? Your cheeks heat up like fire, a nauseous feeling threatening to eat you up alive. Is it even more disgust, more hatred than you already hold for him? No, this feels somehow different.
Is thisâŠdesire?
âI need to get out of hereâ, you announce before turning on your heel and aiming to walk away.
âNo, thereâs no way in hell Iâll let you leave like that you creep. Did you just check me out? I thought youâre disgusted of me.â
He grabs your arm and pulls you backwards before youâre able to stop him, his eyes gleaming at you.
There you stand, both of you with red faces, just looking at each other like plain idiots while you force yourself to keep your eyes focused on his face.
âYou donât deserve to be this hotâ, you reply in a haste.
Why do his lips suddenly look this inviting? You actually never saw him up-close, always kept your save distance to your greatest enemy. Ino is a jerk, nothing but a trash talker, a pain in your ass since you first saw him. But on the other hand, heâs well-toned and strangely handsome with the way a coat of sweat decorates his forehead, his troubled eyes and those lips. Those lips you never payed attention to, those lips who did nothing but talking shit until this day. You canât help but wonder how they feel pressed against yours, how his abs feel pressed against the palms of your hand. Out of instinct, your head moves forward, closes the gap between both of you step by step. How did you never notice his delicate smell and how hot he looks with that mask?
âInoâ, you breathe his name out like a prayer.
â(y/n)âŠâ
âWhatâs going on here?â
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You stumble backwards immediately, heart dropping to the floor. There he stands like a knight in shining armour. None other than Nanami Kento.
âI didnât know you were still busy, Iâll come ba-â
âThis is a misunderstandingâ, you desperately try to explain yourself.
And there it is. Even worse than seeing him standing in front of you with his arms crossed after catching you only inches away from your worst enemy.
A smile. A tiny fucking smile forming on Nanamiâs lips.
âIs it, (y/n)?â
âI hate youâ, Ino mumbles next to you.
âI hate you too.â
Toji Fushiguro
To say that youâre bored is an understatement. You feel like fucking dying with that little brat walking by your side. These last days were like a trip to hell and back.
âLet me say Iâll never babysit some stupid kid againâ, you announce into the silence around you, earning a cheeky grin from Gojo.
âTotally agree with that.â
âOh yeah?â, Riko replies challenging.
Just seconds before a blade pierces trough Gojo next to you with full force.
Just before his blood splatters across your face.
âSatoruâ, you hear Geto breathe out far away.
âGet Riko away from here right nowâ, you instruct him out of instinct.
When you turn around, you get greeted by the hottest green eyes youâve ever seen. The man who forces his blade straight into Gojoâs chest looks stunning with that maniac smile plastered on his gorgeous face.
âNow thatâs a pleasant surprise. Apart from piercing through my friend, of courseâ, you comment dryly.
Itâs clear that heâs older than you. Just one glance into his masculine face tells you that heâs no one to be messed with. Well, separately from the sword he pierced through the honoured one.
âSorry, I didnât mean to interrupt ya, princess. But you and your little friends have something I need to killâ, his low seductive voice hollers back at you.
â(y/n), you shouldnât stay here, y-â
âI got this Suguru. Get Riko to Tengen-sama as soon as possibleâ, you interrupt him immediately.
Your heart almost beats out of your chest by only a glimpse at the stranger standing in front of you. Finally, something exciting. Or rather, someone exciting.
âCâmon, we both know I canât let that happen, princess.â
âGet out of here as well and use your reversed technique, Gojoâ, you instruct the white-haired man again.
âIâm the honoured one, remember?â
âWell, Iâm a womanâ, you hiss through gritted teeth while walking past him.
âSeems like we have to fight, then.â
His smirk is intoxicating while he dashes towards you with neck-breaking speed. Over and over, you escape his blade just by inches while enjoying the wave of dopamine that rushes over you.
âYouâre hotâ, you jeer at him while dodging another attack.
âYa know, we donât have to fight here. Lemme finish this real quick and then weâll have a talk under four eyesâ, he replies with his enormous biceps rushing over your head.
âA talk, Iâd rather see you naked.â
âOh yeah? Donât force yourself.â
A grin creeps up your face while you attack him with both of your swords, swinging through the air so effortlessly that he canât help but stare at you. How are you so different from all the women heâs met before? So fearless, so forbidden hot. Maybe not his age, but given the gleam in your eyes mature.
What heâd do to run his fingers through your hair once, to watch your expression twitch underneath his merciless touch. Youâd sure feel good pressed against his body with your bare back pressed against the mattress.
âOh no, seems like I broke your shirt. What a shameâ, you purr with your eyes locked onto his now exposed upper body.
Just as you expected, exactly how you imagined a man like him to look like. A body built from heaven itself, his abs so firm that youâre sure theyâd feel like cement underneath your touch. What a force of a man.
What a shame he came here to sabotage your mission.
âWould have happened sooner or later anywayâ, he replies while pinning you against a nearby tree, desire obviously clouding his dark eyes.
You canât deny the fact that you are oh so tempted to enjoy this little sensation, a timeout from that shitty mission. Carefully, you allow your hands to discover the valleys his upper body has to offer, to feel his muscles tense underneath your merciless touch. Thereâs no shame in admitting that this was your favorite first glance of a male for a long time.
âYouâre probably my favorite.â
The smirk on his face grows even wider while he traps you between his strong arms. What a shame, you think to yourself. You definitely have to tell Gojo to work out even harder after seeing a guy like him.
âBut I canât afford to play favorites when it comes to men. Youâre in my way and if you sabotage my mission, Iâm screwed, big guy. Letâs just stay here and let that girl live-â
Suddenly all air escapes your lungs, you fail to breathe when he pushes your body onto the ground with full force.
âThought you were in control, huh? Too bad for ya, I donât get distracted by a girl touching my abs. Even though I have to admit youâre a nice one. Now you stay here and let me finish your little friend before killing that vessel, okay?â
Your eyes widen in sheer horror as he simply walks away. Him, with his shirt hanging in shreds down his body, exposing his shamelessly toned back to your watery eyes.
He tricked you with the force of his muscles. And you actually fell for it.
Ijichi Kiyotaka
Your heart is racing in your chest, fingertips trembling by the nauseous wave of stress that washes over you. Again, something you didnât calculate correctly. Again, some students got stuck underneath a curtain.
Your feet rush you to his room immediately. Heâs probably the only one whoâs able to fix the mess youâve caused. After all, this is what he always does. Making sure no one gets hurt, having your back when things get messy.
For you, Ijichi is a blessing walking on earth. And he might be your only saviour right now.
With rapid steps, you dash into the building you know so well, the building he calls his come. Even if blindfolded, youâd always find your way to the man who seems so powerless in a world full of people who are ridiculously strong. Forced into the shadow, always looking out for everyone except himself.
âIjichi, I need your help, I-â
You dashed into his flat like you always do, expected him sitting on the table while reading a book like he always does when you come around. But today, that doesnât seem to be the chase. All of the sudden your mouth starts to feel dry, eyes fixated on nothing but his naked upper body.
His naked upper body. Â
â(y/n)! IâŠI didnât expect you here today!â, he frantically mumbles while fighting for dear life with his white shirt.
âI never expected you to be so trainedâ, you breathe out, glance getting stuck on his surprisingly toned chest and six-pack.
âDonât make fun of me, (y/n). Iâm just an average guyâ, he tries to laugh your words off.
âYou look fantastic. Literally, youâre definitely able to keep up with Gojo. Are you training in secret?â, you insist.
âDonât say something like that too loud, (y/n). If he hears you-â
âItâs nothing but the truth. You look absolutelyâŠstunning.â
âStunningâ isnât enough of a description for those butterflies violently racing through your stomach. It takes all your strength to stop your eyes from moving downwards again, to burn the picture of his toned abs inside your brain. How are you supposed to ever look into his face when knowing very well what an attractive man he is?
âDo youâŠmean it?â
His eyes meet yours, search for a spark of sarcasm in your glance. But there is no doubt in the fact that you mean it. Every single word you said about his lousy body, the praises.
A woman like youâŠFinding him attractive?
âOf course I doâ, you mumble.
Oh.
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Begging âPretty Please, Daddy?â On Your Knees
Imagine you ask Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam for something and they say no, so you resort to trying another tactic?
Alastor:
You stared up at Alastor with big doe eyes from your place on the ground, your knees screaming at you to get up, the carpet fibers uncomfortably rubbing against your skin. He couldnât help but chuckle as he watched you stubbornly shift below, dead set on getting what you wanted. Although he secretly savored the sensation of your tongue swirling around his fingers, a shiver running down his spine at the filthy, whorish nature of the act, his mind remained largely unchanged.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whispered to Alastor with the sweetest voice you could muster, his eyes following the trail of saliva connecting your lips and his fingers after you pulled away to speak. âI really, really want to touch your tail.â
Alastor truly believed that back when he was alive, he would have folded, second-guessing himself for doing such an awful thing as telling the person he cherished the most no. But now? He could only chuckle at your efforts, retracting his hand from your wrist and nonchalantly wiping his fingers dry on his coat. You blinked, an embarrassed blush creeping up your neck as he tsked at you in disapproval. He tapped your knees with the butt end of his cane, encouraging you to get up.
âNow, now, cher. You donât have to resort to suchâŠtactics to get what you want,â Alastor hummed, feeling just a tad bit guilty over the way he treated you, grabbing your chin and leaning down to look at you. âCome along with meâjoin me on my radio broadcast! If you sit still and behave, Iâll consider your silly little request.â
Lucifer:
A surprised gasp seeped past Luciferâs lips as you looked up at him with big doe eyes, his fingers slowly being enveloped by your mouth, so warm, wet, and eager to help you accomplish your mission to change his mind. He never imagined that something as simple as a meager âNoâ would result in you sinking onto your knees before him, goosebumps littering his flesh underneath the fabric of his pants at the way your palms had trailed down his thighs on your descent.
âPretty please, daddy?â You asked Lucifer sweetly, giving his fingers one last hard suck before fluttering your lashes at him. Unfortunately, you only made his pants feel tighter. âI just want to touch your wings.â
Lucifer nervously chuckled, mumbling an âI donât know,â before scrambling to get you onto your feet, the distant sound of laughter around the corner forcing him to act quickly. You huffed in disappointment as he hooked his arms under your armpits, bringing you up in a matter of seconds.âPlease?â You tried one last time, taking a more innocent approach, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and even decorating his face with kisses. That was what finally convinced him.
âAlright, alright! I only said no because they can be sort ofâŠsensitive?â Lucifer chuckled, unfurling his wings behind him as he pulled away from you. âIâm not saying I didnât like what you did first, though. In fact, I loved it,â He lowered his voice, reaching out to caress your jaw. âJustâŠsave it for the bedroom, honey.â
Husk:
The moment you sunk onto your knees behind the bar, Husk had already changed his mind. âAlright, lookââ He started, but then you seized his wrist and brought his hand to your lips, giving his palm a teasing kiss before opening your mouth. His breath hitched and his ears fell back against his head as you stared up at him with big doe eyes, your tongue sensually swirling around his fingers. While there was nobody downstairs, that didnât make what you were doing any less riskier.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whined as you pulled away from Huskâs fingers, the way you sweetly pronounced the term âdaddyâ making him curse under his breath. âI want to see how you look in your tuxedo, just once.â
Husk admired your eagerness, truly, but the last thing he wanted was for somebody to walk in and see you two in such a compromising position. He could handle a bit of teasing from Angel, but Alastor? No. God, no. The man would never let him live it down. So, he wiped his fingers dry on his pants, quickly helping you up onto your feet. You smiled triumphantly as he avoided your gaze, his face slightly flushed despite the short-lived nature of the entire ordeal.
âFine! JustâŠsit ya ass down right there until my shift is over,â Husk gruffed, pointing at a random stool. You happily complied, watching him pick up some dirty glasses to clean, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. âYa didnât need to do all that, seriously, anybody coulda walked in and thought I was gettinâ sucked off or sumthinâ.â
Vox:
You peered up at Vox with big doe eyes, holding onto his wrist as you languidly sucked off his fingers, the room filled with the filthy sound of your slurping. He blinked, almost short-circuiting as he struggled to comprehend how declining your request had led to his current predicament. The worst part was that he had to attend a meeting in less than 15 minutes, but how could he possibly resist the urge to cancel it when you were on your knees acting so whorishly?
âPretty please, daddy?â You practically begged Vox, the sweetness in your voice irresistible. He almost whined in disappointment as you pulled away from his fingers. âCome on, I just want to spend someâŠquality time with you.â
Vox sighed, trying not to allow the ache in between his legs to decide for him, but then you proceeded to flutter your lashes at him, your hands sliding up his thighs in promise. It wouldnât hurt to spare you a few hours, right? He could simply move the meeting to the end of the day, even though he had fought tooth and nail to arrange it. âVox?â Your voice suddenly interrupted him from his internal debacleâwell, that and your fingers, which were fixing to undo his pants.
âI suppose I could push the meeting an hour or two later,â Vox hummed, affectionately carding a hand through your hair. You excitedly hopped onto his lap, making him chuckle. âYouâre absolutely horrible, sweetheart. Now, let me just call up my assistant and Iâll get back to you.â
Adam:
As you sunk onto your knees in front of Adam, your hands teasingly sliding down his robes, his wings slightly fluttered behind him. He made no effort to stop you, dying to find out what you had in store for him after he had told you no, and oh, he was not disappointed. His mouth hung open, heart beating excitedly against his ribcage at the feeling of your tongue lathering his fingers with your saliva, all while you stared up at him with big doe eyes. God, what a sinful sight.
âPretty please, daddy?â You whispered with a tooth-rotting sweetness as you pulled away from his fingers, but not before giving them one last hard suck. âCan you blame me for wanting to see the face of the man whoâs been fucking me?â
Adam chewed his lip underneath the mask, not fully convincedâuntil you plastered your cheek against his crotch, slightly craning your neck and looking up at him with a pout. You looked absolutely fuckable like thatâŠplus, you had gone out of your way to ask him in the nicest manner possible. He sighed, neglecting to dry his fingers before reaching up to remove his mask. Now it was your turn to gawk at him, your eyes scouring his face and memorizing every single feature.
âThere, are you happy now?â Adam stared down at you, shaking his head when you enthusiastically nodded, jumping up to touch his face. âHey! What the fuck are you doing? Oh, come on. Stop kissing me, itâs not that big of a dealâbabe!â
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early morning live
in which: mingi hops on a voice live first thing in the morning...
pair: idol!mingi/afab!reader
word count: 2.6k
content: smut, slightly pwp, morning sex, cockwarming, i'd call this semipublic since he's on live, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw â minors do not interact
author's note: my most favorite person in the entire world @k-hotchoisan and i did another exchange fic this month bc we like killing each other w our words and y'all are unfortunately collateral damage hehe (just call us anti-heroes atp) you can read aubs' fic here!
Usually, Mingi stayed over at your place. You didn't like sneaking into the dorms, and you always felt a little awkward spending the night there because you and Mingi get a little frisky every night you're together. Yet, you were at the dorms that morning. The night before, Mingi desperately wanted you to listen to something he was working on, and with his entire set up, there was no way he was going to be able to bring the music to you.
Luckily for Seonghwa and San, Mingi ended up serenading you to sleep that night, so they didn't have to endure a night of squeaky bedsprings and hushed moans that seeped through the thin walls. However, because you fell asleep the night before, it meant that Mingi was hot and bothered the next morning. Well, he wasn't the only one.
You woke up when he hugged you tightly to his chest, his waist and morning wood pressing into your back. You heard him let out a tiny whine into your ear before he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Even though he seemed asleep, you knew for a fact that he was awake.
"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep, Mingi?" you chuckled as you turned in his arms.
"Oh, so you knew I was awake, huh?" Mingi asked somewhat sheepishly in response.
You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Good morning."
Mingi's face broke out into a wide grin. He pressed his lips against yours and replied, "Good morning, baby."
He was being cute and lovely with you, but his hips were restless as they pressed and rolled into yours. You couldn't help but tease him by bringing your knee between his legs and brushing it against his stiff crotch, the man immediately whimpering as he felt you do so.
"How long have you been like this?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "I was hard last night, too..."
"Aw, my love... You poor thing..." You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing along his beauty marks gently as you stroked his face. Your knee continued to tease him as you asked him with a hushed voice, "Do you want me to help you take care of that, then?"
"Please," Mingi practically begged.
You moved so that he was leaning slightly awkwardly against the wall as you straddled him. You pulled off your night shorts and began grinding your barely clothed crotch against his hard-on. Mingi sighed with slight bliss as he felt you pleasure him over his sweatpants, but that wasn't enough at all. For one thing, your lips were far too far away from his, and he needed to be inside you.
His hand on the back of your head, Mingi pulled you into him, and he kissed you sloppily. His tongue quickly made its way into your mouth as his hand moved from the back of your head to your neck, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck as he made out with you roughly. You moaned into his mouth, and you felt blood rush to your ears as he slowly deprived you of oxygen and filled you with pleasure.
As he kept you heavily focused on his plush lips, he moved his hand between your legs and rubbed your cunt briefly before diving his hand into his sweats and boxers to pull out his thick, hard cock. He finally loosened his grip on your neck and broke his lips away from yours by pushing your neck back.
Neither of you uttered a single wordâ you both moved perfectly in sync. You sat up slightly and moved your panties to the side before Mingi rubbed the tip of his penis along your folds. When his cock was placed perfectly at your entrance and both his hands moved to your thighs, you lowered yourself, his cock driving deep inside you. You couldn't help but let out a shuddering gasp as you felt his length fill you up, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your eyes flutter with pleasure. That smirk suddenly fell off his face as he suddenly realized something.
"Shit, baby, I have to do a voice live this morning," Mingi groaned.
"Oh... Well, you should start that, then," you responded while leaving a light kiss on his lips.
Mingi bit his lower lip and sighed, his gaze narrowing as his eyes darkened. Despite how his face screamed that he craved you, you knew that he was conflicted because his hold on your thighs kept faltering.
"You know we can't be doing this while I'm on live," he whispered while brushing his lips against yours.
"You should've thought of that before slipping your cock inside me, my love."
You clenched your cunt, making the man under you groan sensually and with frustration. Honestly, he thought about foregoing the live altogether, but he knew that if he did, then Seonghwa would be on his ass to do it since he did promise that he was going to do one the day before.Â
"So, what, you're going to cockwarm me until I'm done?"
"Unless you want me to get offâ"
"Don't you fucking dare," Mingi cut you off. "Stay."
You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the frustration cross his face when you suggested not riding him. Mingi ended up reluctantly unlocking his phone and tapping on his screen a couple times before starting the live. He held his finger to his lips to shush you before the live actually started, and you nodded to confirm.
"Good morning, Atiny," Mingi spoke softly, his voice rumbling. The man was definitely wide awake, but the way that he was using his morning voice for the live entertained but also ticked you off in a way. He should only ever use that voice for you, after all.
You could see the chat blowing up with comments from the corner of your eye as Mingi held his phone near his face, but not so close that it was near yours.
"Me? What am I doing? I just woke up," he chuckled slightly. "You can't tell?"
Fuck cockwarming him. You started moving, the Mingi's breath immediately hitching. He still had one hand on your thigh, and you felt his grasp on it tighten. He looked at you with stern eyes, but that didn't stop you from ignoring his silent warning. Rather than keep still like a good girl for him, you moved your head to the side of his neck and ran the tip of your tongue along his neck muscles.
"Ugh, I have a lot to do today... I just don't want to work today..."
He was reading comments while you continued to tease him. You rolled your hips, evoking a sharp inhale from him. His inhale morphed into a chuckle when he responded to some of the jokes viewers were making in the chat.
"Ah, gotta work, gotta make that money. You're right... But I'm so comfortable in my bed..."
Mingi ended up shifting upwards so that his back was pressed more comfortably against the wall. His cock moved inside you slightly, making you have to choke back a whimper when you felt him go deeper and somehow get bigger inside you.
"Mmm, you really think I'm going to tell you what I'm working on?" Mingi teased the chat. "I'm not saying a word."
Then, Mingi did the craziest thing and handed you his phone to hold. You looked at him with wide eyes as you held his phone, allowing him to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. He was getting bolder. You didn't trust that at all.
"Ah, well, last night... Hmmm," Mingi pondered out loud as he took his phone back and read the most recent comment. He moved his hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, his eyes flickering to you from his screen, telling you to keep quiet as he toyed with your breast. You bit your lower lip hard as his eyes returned to his phone screen. "I was working on a song."
You pressed your palms flat against Mingi's chest, your nails slowly starting to dig into his fair skin as his fingers twisted and pinched your nipple. You nearly gasped when he moved his hips upwards slowly, silently indicating to you that he wanted you to start moving.
"Are you sure?" you mouthed to him.
"I need you to fuck me, baby," he mouthed back, his lips pulling into a slight pout.
You did as he asked, the pout selling you (as if his throbbing dick inside you wasn't enough). You did your best to keep as quiet as possible, but the fact that your cunt squelched every time you bounced your ass on Mingi's cock did not help. Mingi held his phone as far away from the two of you as he could, but he didn't think that would help. What ended up working for the two of you was Mingi putting his headphones in one ear, the voice isolation definitely helping.
"Huh? It sounds different? I just put my earphones in," Mingi said as he read one of the comments.
Now that he didn't need to hold his phone, he set it down on the bed. Both of his hands moved to your ass, and he began to move you the way he wanted you to move. You completely collapsed into his chest as he rolled his waist up and pressed your ass down.
The angle was making it hard for you to control your breathing and sounds, and you were getting worried that your lips were too close to the microphone on his headphones, so you leaned backwards. You held onto Mingi's shins and bounced yourself on his cock a little faster, a moan suddenly slipping from his mouth when he suddenly thrust his hips upwards.
You looked at Mingi with complete shock and tried your best to stifle your own laugh as you saw him scramble to look at the comment section on his phone.
"What are you talking about?" Mingi immediately did damage control as he saw the chat spam with comments about his morning activities. "No, I'm waking up. I'mâ" he cut himself off while he pretended to yawn. "I'm stretching."
Mingi's eyes kept flitting from you to his phone, his eyes lingering more on you when you stopped bouncing to pull off your shirt and reveal your naked upper torso. You saw his jaw clench as you ran your hands over your breasts and fondled them while moving sporadically on his cock.
"You're evil," he mouthed as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tense jaw.
You batted your eyelashes innocently in response, making something snap within the man. You watched him quickly press the mute button before suddenly flipping you so that your chest was pressed into the bed, you ass high in the air. You didn't know how he managed to move you so quickly, and you didn't even bother pondering the thought when you felt his cock rush into you.
"It's too early in the morning for this," Mingi whined to both the chat and to you. "Should I just go back to bed?"
You heard Mingi chuckle as he, presumably, continued to read comments. He held onto your ass with one hand and tossed his phone next to you so that you could read the comments along with him as he leaned over and began fucking you a little harder. It took everything in you to keep your shit together and not make a single noise the harder you felt him thrust into you.
"What am I going to have for breakfast? I have to finish brushing first, but I was thinking about peaches," he told the chat, the emphasis on the word finish clearly for you.
You felt Mingi lightly slap your ass, making you bury your face into his sheets. You were breathing erratically at that point, and you so badly wanted to moan properly, but you couldn't knowing that he was still on live. Sure, he had his headphones in, but you didn't trust those to not pick up the high shrills of your pleasureful cries.
"What are you doing listening to my live in class? You should be focusing," Mingi lectured. "I'll actually end the live soon, so don't worry. I should be getting on with my day, too."
Mingi's voice sounded strained towards the end, and based on the quick snaps of his hips, you could tell that he was trying so hard to keep from cumming.
"I'll probably do a live later, I promise," Mingi assured the chat. "Have a good day, everyone!"
You had never seen him end his live so quickly. As soon as his phone was shut off, Mingi flipped you around and lowered himself on top of you completely. His chest rubbed against yours before his lips crashed into yours, the desperation in his entire being coming out through his kisses, his hold on you, and his thrusts into you. You moaned and cried into his mouth as he fucked you so hard into his mattress that a spring practically broke.
"F-Fuck," he stuttered. "I'm so close, babyâ Why'd you get so fucking tight?!"
Mingi was practically hysterical with the way he was fucking you as if his life depended on it. You couldn't even respond to him; he was quite literally fucking your brains out at that point. His waist was slapping against yours rapidly, and his cock was hitting your cervix repeatedly. Plus, you were so close to cumming as well, you just wanted to chase that high.
You dug your nails into Mingi's arms when he pushed your thighs up to the point where you were bent like a pretzel. He had a tight grasp on your calves that only got tighter as his thrusts slowed down but powered up. The final thread of your sanity finally snapped when he shoved his cock so deep inside you that he bulged out for a split moment.
"M-Mingiâ Fuck!" you cried and flung your head back, stars filling your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut. "I'mâ Nngh! C-Cumming!"
"Me tooâ Shitâ Ah!"
Mingi slammed his hips into yours one last time before the two of you came together. You creamed on his cock while he shot ropes of white deep into you. Mingi's low groan harmonized with your high moan as the two of you finished completely.
"Fuck, baby," Mingi whispered as he sunk his head into your neck. "That was too fucking good..."
You barely murmured in agreementâ you were too busy trying to blink the blurriness out of your eyes as you regained your sense of sanity. Mingi collapsed on the bed next to you and hugged you close to him, his cock still buried deep inside you. Once your breathing settled down, you ran your fingernail along his neck before flattening your palm on his chest.
"You still want me to cockwarm you, my love?" you asked him softly.
Mingi nuzzled his nose into your neck briefly before leaning back and nodding at you, a small smile on his face. You couldn't help but giggle at the man's response and silently agreed to stay there and let him do just that.
As the two of you laid in his bed, Mingi brushed your hair out of your face tenderly, only for his finger to nearly poke your eye out when someone started banging on the door.
"Did you seriously do a voice live while you were fucking your girlfriend?! Song Mingi, are you out of your damn mind?!"
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Delicious In Dungeon Having a Crush on You HC's!
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Summary: Just like the title says, how they would act if they had a crush on you including how you find out!
Pt.2 w Kabru, Shuro and Falin!
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Senshi:
-I'm not going to lie it is going to take a fat minute for him to fess up his feelings for you let alone for people to notice because it is the little things that stand out.
-Senshi is really good at keeping secrets and is a really private person and fights for his peace
-So what if he may slip a little bit more food onto your plate, make your favorite dishes only for you if the ingredients for it just so happens to be in his bag, is always the first person to get you out of a dangerous situation? It's all out of convenience and being kind
-But his lack of casualty is also really telling like when giving out compliments he sometimes has a tinge of shyness to his voice, "You look...very nice y-yes"
-The way you find out he has a crush on you is because he eventually comes to a realization that he cannot keep running away from his problems because that has never ended in anything good and confesses his feelings for you
-It happened whilst everyone was asleep and it was just you two alone by the fire, the embers were crackling and you always enjoyed watching it ablaze while talking with Senshi. Eventually he piped up after staying silent for so long and having you take the lead in talking,
"I don't mean to corner you, nor do I expect you to feel the same but...I have feelings for you, genuinely Y/N. And, meeting you in this party means the world to me as in a way you all are unique treasures but you. I couldn't imagine just walking away without letting you know how much you mean to me."
-Honestly, Senshi is one of the least in denial about this predicament with his feelings and will come to you sooner
Marcille:
-A person who completely avoids her feelings for you like the plague and will deny like her life depends on it
-She swears to others that it's just because you're an amazing friend!
-She brings you your favorite sweet treats, offers to cast magic for your slightest inconveniences, she just so happens to bring books that are about the things you mentioned one off or are a specific interest you love
-The contrast of how she treats others vs. You is so jarring and it's really obvious that she has a crush on you. She is really protective and a bit possessive (not in a weird way) over you and she does not really care about the other people in her party like that
-Anytime she's afraid of something, she holds onto you, Marcille is VERY touchy with her crush
-The blonde blushes pretty consistently and is really shy when it comes to you and tries to appear nonchalant but fails miserably
-It's honestly so bad that even Laios caught on after Senshi threw him a clue and one time when it was just him asked her, which resulted in her coming clean and being VERY distressed as if she committed a crime
-The way you find out she has a crush on you is when you're on a mission in a dungeon. She was near a weeping willow exerting mana, rumored to grant wishes to anyone who asks.
-She held a piece of paper and was on her knees, looking up at the grand tree on the soft blades of grass. She began speaking to the tree once you silently walked in through the cave hole to check on her and the half-elf was completely unknowing of your intrusion,
-"Please they're the love of my life, and I'm not asking to force them but maybe...show me a sign if they like me back. They make me feel like no other and I am just so confused and I need guidance, Ancient Willow."
Chilchuck:
-Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.
-Oh, and did I say deny
-He absolutely hates being the person caught with egg on his face and being in the wrong, so the fact that he himself Mr. 'No Party Romances' violated his own rules?
-He wants to fall into a hole right on the spot
-While he is a grown ass man and doesn't want to be a coward, Chilchuck doesn't want to face this problem head on surprisingly (sarcasm)
-He shows his love for you by trying to keep you the safe the most out of everyone in the party, scolds you HEAVILY when you mess up that could've cost you your life
-Some may say that it's just Chilchuck's explosive nature, Senshi was actually the first to see through it and grow suspicion over his behavior but honestly didn't have enough evidence for his theory and was shot down by Laios and Marcille
-It's not extremely obvious his slight shift in treatment until you had been kidnapped by the Chain Devil to protect Chilchuck from it's clutches
-And multiple times have members of the party have been kidnapped and although shaken he was able to keep his cool...but this time it was heavily different
-He let out a horrified scream that they had never heard from the Half-Foot before. He scrambled to his feet after watching you getting pulled into the darkness, his eyes were glassy and full of panic as he asked the rest on what they should do
-When they get you back, you were too tired to really stand so you laid in the sleeping bag as everyone else slept as well, but the brown haired man never left your side and watched as you slept
-...or so he thought
-You find out about his true feelings as you laid in your sleeping bag. As you were drifting in and out consciousness but felt light weight on the side of your body and Chilchuck began to talk to you, asking if you were awake
-"Good, you're fast asleep...I hope you know that I'm not hard on you because I don't like you that's...not even close to the truth.
I love you, so much and...I get so damn scared for you."
Laios:
-Constant. Monster. Facts.
-One of the things that makes Laios so attracted to you is that you listen and like when he nerds out so please be prepared. You're a safe space to spew out knowledge and it means the world to him
-Consistently gives you small little gifts, but then sometimes gifts to the others so it doesn't look suspicious. Maybe it was something with the light but, the look in his eye as he gave you the bracelet and put it on you was so different.
-Usually doesn't care about other people being in a towels or shirtless, but when it's you he feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. When he sees your collar bones and he tries to keep it very lokwey, but is highkey blushing
-Gives you some sketches of your favorite creatures, always "accidentally" makes your favorite dish for dinner nights, pouts a little when you need to be gone without him for a little
-If you're ever feeling insecure he might open his gob a little too much, "I get maybe why you'd feel that way but, if you ask me I think it's pretty hot" he says with a blank, enthusiastic smile on his face not at all understanding how that could come off
-You find out that the knight has a crush on you the first time he gets absolutely hammered with Senshi, Chilchuck as he was convinced by the two to get drunk
-The bar was packed in one of the "safe spaces" in town and you and Marcille were kinda the designated sober people within your party, and whilst the half elf was in the bathroom you decided to get some fresh air and got up from the stool seat
-"Whatcha' doing party is jus' getting started?" Laios asks
-You shot him a look over the shoulder and responded softly, "I need some fresh air hun, I'll be right back."
-And there went his inner dialogue. Out his mouth.
-"Woah, how sexy. Being in love really sucks sometimes since I'd really do tricks like a dog to be with them good god."
-The look you gave dobered him almost completely, and if that wasn't enough Marcille was right behind him and heard every word
-Love is cringe but he is free I guess.
Part Two:Kabru, Shuro and Falin!
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peaches (you're the cream of the crop)
contents ౚৠâ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. slightly suggestive. cursing. â a series of grocery trips after touya is discharged from the hospital gives you both a sense of normalcy you never thought youâd be able to have again.
monday
âput it back.â he wrinkles his nose as you continue to pick out tomatoes from the neat stack in front of you. âi said put it back.â
you stick your tongue out and tie up the bag after you put the last tomato in, dropping it in the cart he was pushing.
âew.â
you giggle, he was acting like a little kid.
âtouyaaa, you have to eat your veggies to grow big and strong.â
âbullshit. all the brat eats is soba and heâs almost taller than me now.â he grumbles. âand tomatoes are fruits.â
âtastes like a veggie.â your hip gently bumps into his after you walk back to him from the vegetables. âand maybe shotoâs taller than you âcause he actually listens to me.â
he rolls his eyes at that, and hesitantly reaches for your hand.
heâs still not used to being with you like this, alone, despite knowing you stayed by his side through countless hospital visits he wished he was conscious for.
but itâs okay because youâre here now, soft skin soothing against his rough, charred flesh. you donât seem to mind though, not even the fact that he tends to holds you a little more tightly than he used to.
touya doesnât let go of your hand. not once. not when you went to get a napa cabbage, or when you inspected the peaches on sale for any mushy spots.
or even when he lets you drag him to a stand in the freezer aisle where a nice store employee offers you two samples of gyoza, which was surprisingly good considering it was from a brand youâve never heard of.
you feed touya his share, his eyes wide as he waits for you to finish blowing on it for him before holding it in front of his lips to eat.
not until you ask âcan you go get more bags for me touya?â in that soft voice of yours that turns his knees to jelly, does he even consider the idea of releasing you from his grasp. you ran out when you were getting green onions.
turquoise eyes flicker to you, a hint of disappointment in them. he really doesnât want to let go.
with a quick glance around, itâs obvious the supermarket was practically empty. which made sense, the two of you purposely chose to come on a monday morning.
perfect.
you use the handle of the cart to push yourself on your tippy toes, taking the opportunity to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.
âplease?â
he blinks rapidly, ducking his head down as he barely bites back a smile. you had him wrapped around your little finger and you didnât even know it sometimes.
heâs always been weak for you.
ââkay. be right back.â and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, knowing he means it this time.
from now on, heâll always come back to you. to home.
he quickly returns from his trip to the dispenser roll of plastic bags near the checkout line and promptly dumps them in the cart.
âi changed my mind.â he says as he swiftly slips behind you to hug your waist, catching you in the middle of putting a packet of tofu skin in the nearly full cart. a soft weight can be felt on your hair as his chin rests on your head.
you smile, squeezing his forearms. âabout what?â
ââŠ.i guess iâll eat tomatoes.â
âawww, for me?â
âonly for you.â
friday
â wild geraniums are rich in flower symbolism. they are associated with love, peace, joy, health, fertility, and spirituality.
it was a warm friday afternoon the next time you and touya go shopping.
the shizuoka prefecture had reached a new high today for the month, a sweltering thirty four degrees, and by the time you two get there youâre sweating bullets.
the cold air conditioning blasts you in the face, cooling your sweat as youâre met with the sight of mothers and elderly women bustling around, carts laden with fresh produce to last the next few weeks by cooking warm meals for their families.
he sighs next to you as the both of you stand in silence, enjoying the breeze for just moment longer.
touya grabs a basket for you, since youâre only planning to grab a few things for shoto anyway. a light pink sticky note rests on the palm of your hand, and he watches as you peer at the youngestâs neat handwriting.
a packet of soba noodles, a new pocky flavor, mousse matcha, that he wanted to try with his friends, and a bottle of green tea.
the two of you are in the snack aisle when he texts, touya too busy examining the ingredients of a box of choco-pie to notice you taking your phone out.
shoto [08:51]
Sorry for the late notice, can you please pick up a potted flower?
Itâs for mom.
But donât let Touya-nii pick.
Itâs your choice that I trust.
you giggle at his remark, while your fingers fumble for the pen you know is somewhere.
thankfully, touya saves you by magically pulling it out from the depths of your bag, and places it in the palm of your hand.
you whisper a quick thanks and kiss his cheek. his face goes hot the moment you pull away to scribble on the list in your hand.
âstop by the plant nurseryâ is added to your sticky. it was only a block away on the way back to the todoroki house, so touya and you could just swing by really quick after getting shotoâs stuff. due to lack of a hard surface to write on, your writing was kind of messy.
maybe you shouldâve asked touya if you could use his chest, but you doubt the grandmas in the aisle over would approve.
a new notification pops up on your screen.
natsuo [09:03]
helloo my favorite future sister-in-law
can u pick up some fish for sashimi pls
pls pls i got an A on my presentation today
touya leans over your shoulder to read the text and fakes a gag. he never liked fish, and eating it raw? no way in hell.
between the four of them inheriting most of their motherâs likeness (fuck whatever his dadâs weak ass excuse for genes was), youâd think theyâd also gain her love of warm dishes like oden and niku-jaga.
as the eldest, of course it was his duty to set things straight and comment on his siblingâs questionable tastes.
you [09:04]
ew
you [09:04]
hot soba is better
mission accomplished, touya proudly hands your phone back to you. you bite back a laugh as you read his texts.
how eloquent of him.
natsuo [09:05]
????????
natsuo [09:05]
BITCH
I KNOW THATS YOU TOUYA
you roll your eyes at the twoâs antics and grab your boyfriends hand, leading him to the seafood section.
a wide array of fish was displayed before you, and you take a picture of the ones labeled for sashimi.
you [09:10]
which one? :)
natsuo [09:11]
the salmon !!!!!
you [09:12]
Ê âąáŽ„âąÊăâ
natsuo [09:13]
THANK USOMHCH
I LOV YOU
MORE THANTOUYA
another notification appears as you quickly swipe out of natsuoâs texts before your boyfriend can throw your phone across the supermarket.
fuyumi [09:26]
are you guys at the mart right now?
you [09:27]
we are lol :9
did natsu brag about getting sashimi the moment he got home from his lecture?
fuyumi [09:28]
yeah.
giggling a little, you can almost hear her slightly exasperated tone.
you take a picture of an unsuspecting dabi looking at the frozen steamed buns and he side eyes you after you turn away, already having a sneaking suspicion who you were sending it to.
you [09:28]
touyamakinghearteyesatredbeanbuns.png
fuyumi [09:30]
fatass
you muffle your laughter as touya stalks over to you, swiping the phone out of your hands just as fuyumi texts again.
fuyumi [09:31]
anyways i was going to ask
can you add panko bread crumbs to your cart please?
i wanted make katsudon for you all tonight :>
touyaâs types furiously as you hide your face in his chest in a silent fit of laughter.
you [09:32]
only if you take back calling me a fatass, fatass
fuyumi [09:33]
please iâve hear worse threats from my kindergarteners in the sandbox
youâre almost to the checkout line, before touya stops you.
you donât even have to take a glance in the direction heâs looking in.
âtouya, no.â
âtouya, yes.â
he wants to grin so bad but his new staples are still fresh from last weekâs surgery.
his mouth settles for a safe pout to win your pity.
unfortunately for him you had an iron will in concerns to his health.
âthe nurse said âno processed foods for the next thirteen days.â that includes shrimp chips, dummy.â
your hand around his bicep is firm as you drag him away, and he stares longingly back at the snack aisle.
âwhere are we going?â he murmurs, the grocery bags that he had insisted carrying in one hand while letting you drag him along in the other.
he makes sure heâs walking on the side of the curb.
you slow your pace to walk beside him and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice.
âto bring a baby home to your mom.â
âokay⊠wait what?!â
he stares at the potted geraniums in your hands as you exit the plant nursery, eyes flicking up to meet your cheeky grin.
âour baby.â
so thatâs what you meant.
you looked a little too pleased with yourself and had somehow gotten a smudge of dirt on your forehead in the process of choosing the perfect flowers for his mother.
he wipes it off with his thumb, and pretends to lick it to see your reaction. your squeals of protest and the way your eyes smile when you laugh make his stomach do a flip.
just like when he met you for the first time.
touya decides anything is worth it as long as he gets to see you make that face. especially pretending eating dirt. fuck the shrimp chips, the only snack he needed was you.
except you werenât just a snack.
you were a goddamn meal.
he raises an eyebrow and smirks, eyes dancing with mischief as he looks down at you. a firm hand pressed against your belly as he places a painstakingly soft kiss on the spot where the dirt smudge used to be.
âdonât worry.â he breathes. you can feel him smile into the crook of your neck, his fingers caressing your stomach as you squirm ticklishly against him.
âiâll get you a real one someday.â
you nearly drop the geraniums on his foot.
sunday
today is sunday.
meaning itâs weekly movie night in the todoroki household.
shoto was the one who made it a tradition, after liking it so much when he did it with his classmates. everyone agreed it was the perfect low-effort family bonding activity after a long week.
natsuo just finished taking his finals. youâre relieved not to see him pull anymore all-nighters.
fuyumiâs on summer break. letters from her students written in crayon and covered in silly doodles of her are litter the front of the fridge.
you smile as you pass by it when youâre on on the way to shotoâs room to help him do that little braid he liked on the side of his hair. he was starting to grow it out now.
rei makes sure to volunteer at the local gardening center in the mornings, ensuring her afternoons and evenings are free to spend time with her kids.
enji calls off from work the moment it hits six. his sidekicks at the agency can take care of whatever happens while heâs gone.
touya and you are in charge of buying snacks, and you get everyoneâs favorite. after checking out, the two of you head home hand in hand.
youâre snuggled under a blanket with touya. it was shotoâs turn to choose a movie, and the sounds of shrek played as you grew sleepier and sleepier. touyaâs warm arms, which had you trapped in his lap, were not helping.
you point at the plate of tuna mayo onigiri on the coffee table. rei and fuyumi had made them earlier while you and him were out at the supermarket.
âremember when you ate so many of those because natsuo dared you to and you got a tummy ache?â he lets out a noise akin to a giggle, and your mouth splits into a grin at the familiar sound.
memories of hot summers sleeping on the floor with the fan on full blast and staying up to see fireflies come flooding back to you.
lying on the roof, you remember him resting his head on your chest while pointing out constellations to you, echoes of shared laughter filling the night air as heâd get them wrong every single time.
the stolen glances at each other between bites of juicy watermelon and soba. his ears turning redder than the slice of fruit in his hands when you catch him staring, the smug look on your face quickly turning into one of concern as he choked on his food and you rushed to pat his back.
in the present, you cuddle up impossibly closer to him, and he shivers as your warm breath hits his neck.
you had really missed this. he did too.
he couldnât wait to spend the rest of the summer with you.
the rest of his life, too. he wasnât planning on leaving you alone again, not now, not ever.
with you in his arms, he focuses on the movie, laughing along with shoto as fiona attempts to yank out the arrow in shrekâs butt. he turns to you, a smile tugging at his lips. his hair looks even softer against the glow of the projector.
âwould you love me if i turned into shrek?â
you grin, poking his cheek. âiâd miss this pretty face of yours too much.â
"scars and all?"
"scars and all."
he frowns playfully at that despite the butterflies coming to life in his stomach, and leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. you smirk, catching a whiff of your conditioner. âi knew you only liked me for my looks.â
âshush.â you point at something on the coffee table.
he spots the bag of shrimp chips, not so subtly lighting up.
you must have snuck them onto the conveyor belt while you two were standing in the checkout line when he wasnât looking.
âi love you so much holy shit.â he whispers, nuzzling into your shoulder.
âi know.â
cue the side eye from him.
you roll your eyes at his dramatics and turn around to straddle his strong thighs, raising your hands to gently hold his face in them.
touya shivers as your thumb brushes against his cheek, your touch sweet like the peaches he shared with you after breakfast that morning.
âi love you too.â you whisper back, just in time before he lifts the blanket up to cover the both of you in the dark as he hungrily leans forward to close the gap between you.
reiâs the first one to notice you two asleep on the couch as the ending credits roll.
she gets another fluffy blanket from the closet to layer on top of the one already on your sleeping forms, making sure youâre both properly covered.
she places a kiss on touyaâs forehead, then yours, before hugging the rest of her children goodnight and giving them kisses as well.
enji follows suit, muttering a gruff goodnight to everyone. a chorus of quiet good nights trail after him as he lumbers off.
fuyumi, natsuo, and shoto are the last ones left in the living room.
they smirk knowingly at each other as they see touya squeeze you tighter in his sleep, mumbling something about how lucky he is that youâre his.
something about getting you a ring too.
as the three siblings exit the room, they wordlessly shared one last excited glance before heading separate ways to their respective beds. shoto was especially pleased.
when you started living with them, he could ask you to help braid his hair everyday.
he wants you to teach him when you have the time, too. touya could never get it right like you did when you werenât here.
at least touya had enough of a grasp on his sense of style to help him pick outfits.
you, obviously, were already a todoroki in all of their hearts.
but they still couldnât wait for their big brother to grow a pair and tie the knot with you.
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the queen's guard | p.sh
pairing: knight! park sunghoon x queen! reader
summary: park sunghoon is a member of the king's guard, meant to be a loyal and devoted knight to your husband, the ruler of the kingdom. little does your husband know that you've been having an affair with his knight for many years, and your two children, including the heir to throne, belongs not to him, but instead sunghoon.
genres: smut, drama, slight fluff, slight angst, period piece romance, forbidden love, bodyguard romance (kind of).
warnings: cheating, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, rough sex, dom! sunghoon, sub! reader, unprotected sex, mentions of abuse and allusions to sexual assault.
note: feedback is greatly encouraged and feel free to ask questions <3
wc: 2.3k
The sounds of wooden swords clashing together filled the air. The sky was grey and the wind was cool in the early autumn morning as you looked out into the training grounds from the balcony of the castle.Â
Julian was running around the muddy field, flailing his sword around and laughing maniacally. Sunghoon was grinning to himself as he watched the little black-haired boy desperately trying to disarm him of his sword. He was only six years of age, so Sunghoon was not using any of his strength as they played a duel. It had been almost an hour at that point, yet the Prince still showed no signs of tiredness.
Sunghoon fell on his knees as he pretended to get injured by the hit of Julianâs sword against his steel armour. âMy Prince, you are becoming too strong. Please have mercy on me,â he begged, mustering up his best acting skills, not that it would take all that to inflate that little ego of his.Â
You smiled to yourself at the sight of your son giggling and swinging his sword at Sunghoon with his thin little arms. The life of a Queen was isolating and yet overwhelming, but moments like these slowed your life down and reminded you what was worth living for.Â
You walked up behind your son, patting his head and smiling down at his glittering and innocent face. âMother! You shouldâve seen how I took Ser Park down just now!â
You kissed his forehead, âOh, I saw it alright. God, you are becoming a fierce little warrior, arenât you?â
âI will be a knight one day, Mumma,â he exclaimed, swinging his sword up in the air.
You smiled somberly at him, reminded of the fact that none of his dreams could become true due to his birthright, but you nodded nonetheless, knowing your son deserved to live in bliss for the first few years of his life before the pressure of royal life crushed him as it did to you.Â
Sunghoon didnât want to play along with your pretence as he said, âYou will be King someday, Julian.â Sunghoon tried to never call your children by their titles. It would be the proper etiquette for him to call your son âmy Prince,â but you asked him to drop the formalities long ago. It was incredibly uncomfortable hearing the father of your children refer to them that way, so when nobody else was around, he usually called them by their names.
It would be obvious to anyone except your dumb, old whore of a husband that his heirs were not of his seed, given their striking resemblance to a certain knight of his. Julian had the thick eyebrows and the pointed nose of Sunghoon, as well as his kindness. Your two-year-old daughter Penelope on the other hand, while still growing into her features, had the same exact eyes as the man standing in front of you; pitch black and deep with an intensity that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.
Julian began to whine in frustration, âI donât want to be King, thatâs boring. I want to be strong like you.â He huffed and stomped his feet, in an all too adorable way.
Sunghoon cupped the boyâs chin with his pointer finger, tipping his face up so he could look into his eyes, âYou are already strong, and you will continue growing stronger. You will need that strength and battle skill when you become a king.â
That seemed to calm Julian down a bit, and you let the two keep playing as you watched from the sidelines for a while, enjoying the sight of your son relaxing and getting to spend quality time with his father. It made you feel guilty that he doesnât know about his true parentage, and wasnât sure if he would ever be given the chance to.
You were afraid of him losing everything and being chastised for being a bastard, not to mention the threat of your husband looming over him, but you were glad and thanked the heavens above you that you didnât have to bear the child of a monstrous beast that is your husband. Your children were a product of love, which was a rare occurrence in your society.Â
You were married off to the king at a very young age, as you were the only daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the kingdom. Your now husband desperately wanted to gain the favour and funding of your house, and your parents had no problem with selling you away like cattle at the prospect of gaining more power in politics.Â
He requested your hand in marriage when you barely reached womanhood, and when he had already lived twice your life. He was a disgusting pile of rotten corpses in your mind, and you still remember the times in your early marriage when he would assault you and beat you when you supposedly âacted upâ.Â
It was better now, however, as he was barely around, either because he was busy being an incompetent leader or going around the city to any brothel that he could find. It was a fact of your womanhood that being unfaithful to your husband was considered a great sin, but nobody ever seemed to care for how outwardly whorish your husband was.Â
You didnât have the privilege of parading Sunghoon around as your paramour, not the way your husband did with his mistresses. In the early days, he would even let them stay with him in the castle, and you remember hearing the noises of the gaggle of women in his bed chambers letting him do obscene things to them, not having a care in the world as they embarrassed you.Â
When you first came to the capital, you were nervous and alone with no family. Sunghoon was the only one in the castle who was around your age, and the only warmth you ever experienced within these cold walls.
Sunghoon has been in love with you since the day he laid eyes on you, and throughout these years had to hold back from committing treason and beheading the man who he was sworn to protect just so he could never hurt you again.Â
It didnât take long for your affair to begin. You were both young, immature and needed comfort within the misery of your lives. It had been almost a decade since you began your love story, and your heart clenched at the reminder of its reality.Â
In your eyes, Sunghoon was the most important thing to ever grace your world, followed by your two beautiful children, but in the eyes of everyone else, none of it meant anything.Â
You snapped out of your flashback and your worried thoughts when you noticed the steel armour taking over your line of sight. Sunghoon was standing too close for what is considered appropriate for a knight and his queen, but he knew when you were in your head so his sense of worry took over him.
âIs everything alright, Your Grace?â Sunghoon said. He never did manage to drop the titles with you. Well unlessâŠyour face was heating up as you were reminded of the rare occasions when he did say your name, which was almost always when his cock was drilling inside you in discrete locations around the castle.Â
Sunghoonâs face shifted into a smirk as he noticed your fluster, knowing it usually meant one thing. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, âWere you perhaps thinking of inappropriate things?â
You nervously shook your head, âN-no. Of course not. I was just losing my focus, I apologise.â
He didnât believe you but chose not to comment. âThe maids came to take Julian to his bath,â he informed. âHave you eaten breakfast yet?â
âI have not. I will need to get ready for it in my chambers,â you said shyly. Your husband was still out on his visit to a neighbouring kingdom, leaving the castle much emptier than it usually was. You desperately needed to seize the opportunity to spend time with Sunghoon. âWould you wish to accompany me?â
âIt would be an honour, Your Grace,â he grinned, knowing all too well what you really meant when you spoke those innocent words.
Your palms were pressed up against the stone walls of the Tower Room at the far side of the castle. Sweat was dripping down your body and the sound of skin slapping was filling the air within the tower.Â
âHngâŠ,â you moaned as Sunghoonâs cock hit the sensitive spot inside your cunt. âMy love, p-please, s-slow down.âÂ
He fucked you like he was furious with you, even if it was incomprehensible for Sunghoon to be angry with you.Â
âYou can take it, Y/N. Stop whining,â he gripped your hips tightly as he kept slamming himself inside of your sensitive and abused cunt. It had been over an hour since youâd been inside the tower, however, Sunghoon was still not satisfied.
Your walls were on fire as you tried to handle the stretch of his massive size. Even after all these years, you had not gotten used to him.Â
He was bullying his way inside your tight cunt, heavy balls slapping the sensitive surface of your pussy while at the same time, it was getting rammed over and over again at an animalistic speed.Â
You mewled mindlessly, your nipples hardening at the coolness of the room as well as the arousal that was flooding your body.Â
He always made you feel so full, desperate and utterly pathetic. He was always too much, no matter how much he prepped you by having you cum repeatedly on his wet and skilled tongue. Sunghoon didnât mind thoughâa sadistic part of him always enjoyed seeing you struggle to take his cock and your mind go numb at the pleasure he made you experience.Â
You tried to lean forward to get away from his grip and the relentless pounding of your pussy.
âAbsolutely not,â Sunghoon said pulling you back harshly, making you shake as he hit your sensitive spot again, âYou do not run away from me. You will take me fully,â the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk and his hand came to strike you on your plump and bare ass, making you yelp out in shock.Â
âAhhâŠ,â the sound of your sultry whines sends blood rushing to his cock, ââm sorryâŠI-I am so s-orry. Forgive me, itâs just t-too much.â
His cock did not slow down on its pounding of your cunt, refusing to give in to your request. His thrusts were harsh and deep, yet steady. The tip of his cock was hitting your cervix.Â
âYou know I canât just go slow when we will be separated again soon,â Sunghoon groaned, âNot to mention just how much I need to put another baby inside you.â
Your cunt clenched around him at the thought of him filling you up again with his seed, getting you pregnant with another illegitimate heir to spite your husband once more.Â
Sunghoon pulled you back against him by your hair, and he leaned down to say in your ear, âYou donât understand how happy it makes me that I took everything from that beast. Not only do I have his wife, but my son is the heir to his throne,â you were panting as you felt yourself getting closer to your release. âThe king will die under the weight of his own sin and evil before my son will sit on his throne. Itâs my daughter who is the Princess of his land. I canât lie and say it doesnât fill me with pride.â
You knew how dangerous your games were with him, but every part of you longed to fulfil his wish of giving him another child. âS-Sunghoon, cum inâŠinside! Please!â
âWould you like that? Filling you once more with my seed and leaving you swollen with my heirs. You always look so ravishing when youâre pregnant,â Sunghoon groaned. You knew for a fact that if Sunghoon and you were married and had more chances to spend together, youâd never not be pregnant. If he had the chance to, heâd always be inside you. âYouâre doing so well for me, my love. Just a little more,â his words were strained, and you knew you were both about to cum together.
He kept rocking his hips into you, and you let out a moan despite the ache of your over-sensitised pussy.Â
It almost shocked you when washed over you, not expecting your orgasm to come so quickly. You withered in his arms as you felt the electricity rush up your spine, your mind spinning round and round. Your jaw slacked as you let out a long whine at the exhaustion of your pussy Sunghoon kept rocking into you after your orgasm was beginning to come over you.Â
Sunghoon bent you further down to look at your cunt struggling to take his cock. God, you were so beautiful and intoxicating.Â
You felt his sock twitch as he came inside you, spilling his seed and coating your walls with his arousal. It felt like bliss having him and his cum inside you. It felt like you were drowning in him, and by God, you would die happy if you did.Â
He pushed his cock deeper in you, making sure to plug the cum inside you so as to not spill it.Â
He began pressing kisses onto your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your chest and letting you rest your back on him. He smiled against your skin, intoxicated by his love for you.
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