#ive hinted at kink

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

word count 1.7k

You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

[rafesbimbo]

Sittin' Pretty

Warnings: 18+, 1.6k words, porn with slight plot, choking, spit play, ass slapping, slight bondage?, degradation, praise, housewife kink, no foreplay, kinda rough?, (connie is kind of a dick), hair pulling, (reader refers to connie as "sir"), husband x wife, hints of objectification

pairing: farmer!connie x blck!housewife!reader

a/n: this is literally only the second time ive wrote smut so be easy on me !!

The sun was just starting to sink, casting that warm, golden glow over the fields as you walked barefoot across the packed dirt, the hem of your sundress catching the breeze. The tin plate in your hands was warm—stew, potatoes, the kind of simple meal you knew he liked after a long day working the land. You’d seen him from the kitchen window, shirt off, sweat glistening on his skin as he loaded bales into the truck bed. Watching him work always stirred something low and needy inside you.

You found him just as he was throwing the last bale up with a grunt, his back flexing, jeans riding low on his hips. He turned when he heard your steps, and the way his eyes slid down your body made your knees soften.

“Brought you dinner,” you said, holding out the plate. “Figured you might be hungry."

He took the plate, set it down on the edge of the truck bed without looking at it. “Been hungry all damn day,” he said, but he wasn’t talking about food—not with the way he was staring at your mouth.

You swallowed, heart thudding, feeling the shift in the air. “How was your day?”

“Hot. Long. Dirty,” he said. “You could’ve come out and helped cool me off.”

You smiled, shy and sweet like you knew he liked. “I figured you’d rather I stayed in and looked pretty."

“That what you did? Stayed in and played house while I worked my ass off in the sun?” He stepped closer, towering over you now, that rough farmer energy coiled tight behind his voice. “That what you think your job is?

You bit your lip and nodded, but he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to his. “Use your words, angel.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, and the flash in his eyes made your thighs press together instinctively.

“Good,” he murmured, then leaned in close enough that his breath touched your skin. “Now get up in the truck bed. On your knees. I’ve had a taste for somethin’ sweet all day long.”

You obeyed, climbing into the bed of the truck, the metal warm beneath your knees. He followed, slow and deliberate, the kind of walk that promised you were about to be ruined.

“Hands behind your back.”

You obeyed without question, bowing your head as he circled behind you. A second later, his belt slipped from his jeans with that sharp leather whisper, and he looped it around your wrists, binding them tight.

“You’re such a good little thing, aren’t ya'?” he said, and the praise sent a wave of heat through your belly.

“Yes, sir.”

“But lazy. Got it easy, sittin’ at home all day while I break my back.” His hand came down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you gasped, the sound caught somewhere between pain and arousal. “Maybe I oughta work some sense into you.”

Another slap. Harder. The impact made your breath hitch, but you stayed still, knowing that’s what he wanted.

“You gonna thank me?” he asked, voice low and thick.

“Thank you, sir,” you whispered.

He chuckled, then reached around to grip your jaw, forcing your head back so you were looking up at him. “Look at you. All wet and needy, and I haven’t even touched your little cunt yet.”

Your cheeks burned, but he spit right onto your tongue without warning, and you moaned as the humiliation bloomed hot and sharp in your chest.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

You did.

“Good girl.”

Connie’s thumb slid across your bottom lip, smearing what was left of his spit. “Mouth open.”

You obeyed instantly, and he shoved two fingers inside, deep and rough. You gagged, eyes watering, but you didn’t pull back—not with the way his other hand gripped the back of your head, holding you there like he owned you. And he did. Out here, tied up in his truck, nothing else existed but his voice and your obedience.

“You were sittin’ in that house all day, weren’t you? Probably touched yourself like a filthy little thing while I was out here bustin’ my ass.”

You tried to shake your head, to deny it, but he just laughed darkly and pushed his fingers deeper, fucking your throat until your lips were raw.

“Lyin’ too? Goddamn, you’re a mess.” He pulled out, letting your spit coat your chin as he unzipped his jeans. “Beg for it.”

You blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. “Please, sir. I want it. I need your cock.”

“That’s more like it.”

He gripped your hair and fed you the head of his cock, slow just to watch the way your lips stretched around him. His hips jerked forward, burying himself down your throat, and you choked on him, drool spilling down your neck as he held you there, trembling.

“Fuck, look at you. Just a hole, ain’t you?” he growled, pulling back to let you breathe before slamming back in. “My dumb little housewife. All soft and fuckable with nothin’ better to do than sit around waitin’ to be used.”

You moaned around him, thighs squeezing together, the shame and praise tangling in your gut until you were dizzy with it. He used your mouth until his cock was slick with spit, then pulled out with a wet pop, breath ragged.

“On your back. Now.”

You scrambled to obey, wrists still bound, dress hitched up as you lay back on the warm truck bed, bare under the thin fabric, ready for him. Connie didn’t waste time—he shoved your legs apart and dragged the head of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Fuckin’ dripping,” he muttered. “You that desperate already?”

You Nodded, writhing under him.

He slapped your thigh, just hard enough to make you jolt. “Stay still.”

Then he slammed into you.

You screamed, back arching, the stretch overwhelming as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. He gave you no time to adjust—he grabbed your hips and pounded into you, fast and unforgiving, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty field.

“Goddamn, you take it so good,” he growled, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. “Like you were made for this. Just to be fucked.”

Your body trembled, every nerve on fire as he fucked you like he needed to ruin you, and you loved every second of it.

“You gonna come, baby?” he asked, one hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. “Gonna soak my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes—yes, sir, please, I’m so close—”

He spit on your cheek, then leaned down to smear it across your mouth with his tongue. “Come, then. Make a mess for me.”

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping through you as your body locked up around him, shaking, crying out his name as he fucked you through it. Connie didn’t stop—his rhythm only faltered when he groaned, low and primal, and spilled inside you with a final, brutal thrust.

You lay there panting, used, wrecked, and shaking—but glowing, blissed out.

He leaned over you, wiped the spit from your face with his thumb, then kissed your forehead like a reward. “Good girl,” he murmured

“That’s my perfect little wife."

You didn’t even notice him untying your wrists at first—your whole body was still humming, chest heaving, thighs sticky and trembling. But then his hands were there, gentle now, loosening the belt and rubbing soft circles into your sore arms. The shift in him was instant—feral turned tender, that farmer roughness replaced by something slower, protective.

“Easy now, sweetheart,” Connie said, his voice warm and low like honey. “I got you.”

You whimpered softly as your arms fell back to your sides, too weak to hold yourself up. He caught you before you could slump, gathering you into his lap like you weighed nothing, his broad arms wrapping around your body.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering there. “You did so fuckin’ good for me. Took everything I gave you, didn’t you?”

You nodded, dazed, curling into his chest as your heart slowly came back down. His hand stroked down your back, over your hips, grounding you. Every pass of his calloused palm reminded you that you were safe—that you were his.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured. “Color?”

You swallowed, finding your voice again. “Green,” you whispered, and he exhaled a little laugh against your hair.

“That’s my girl.”

He reached for a blanket he always kept behind the seat—old, soft, worn with the scent of hay and sun—and draped it over you both. The breeze was cooling now, the last bit of golden light fading into dusk, and he held you like he had all the time in the world.

“I know I was rough,” he said against your ear. “But I saw how wet you were. You wanted it bad, didn’t you?”

You smiled into his chest. “I love it when you take me like that.”

“I know,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “But I still gotta take care of my girl after. You’re mine to break, and mine to fix.”

You melted into him, feeling cherished even in your ruin, every bruise and ache softened by the way he cradled you.

“I’ll run you a bath when we get back,” he said. “You’ll let me wash your hair?”

You nodded, sleepy now.

“Then I’ll tuck you in and rub that sweet little ass until you fall asleep. You earned it.”

And you believed him. Out here, in his arms, after he’d used you like something filthy and precious all at once—there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

© rafesbimbo 2025

[kilojulietsierra]

Send Me An Angel - Chapter Two (Dr Jack Abbot x nursewife!ofc)

Summary : What do you do after a night like that?

If you missed Chapter One CLICK HERE

(Seriously, I can’t thank y’all enough for the love that chapter one received! Made my whole week!)

Warnings: 18+ content, depiction of a PTSD episode/panic attack, also depiction of two people who love each other handling the situation appropriately, angst, fluff, smut, just a tiny hint of kink mentioned if you know where to look (competency, d/s role play), dark humor, heathy communication, they talk a little shit but they love each other so much

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The Next Day

Sam knelt down in front of the woman in the wheelchair, "Ok hon, that should kick in here in a second and you'll feel better okay?"

The woman nodded, her whole body still trembled, but her breaths were a little more even. "Thank," she gasped in a breath with a stutter, "You."

"Of course." Sam gave her hand a squeeze and stood up, "Keep breathing okay, deep breaths, and we'll have you out of here soon." She looked over the lacerations on her leg one more time before she moved on.

Bridget met her in the hallway, and they exchanged a look as they both surveyed the ED. "We're starting to get 'em cleared out."

Sam nodded as she snapped her gloves off. The whole department was still a disaster, dozens of patients remained and the EVS staff was busy mopping up as much of the blood as they could. "What else do you need?"

The night shift charge nurse, put her hands on her hips, "I need you to go home."

"There's still…"

"Honey, you don't even work here. They have a relief shift coming in, they'll be here by seven. Go home."

"Did Dana get out of here?" Sam asked as she stripped off her trauma gown and shoved it in one of the overflowing bins.

"I sent her home too, every nurse on the floor now is night shift. Students are gone, I even saw Abbot walk Robby out earlier." Bridget wasn't going to back down.

With a glance at her watch she saw it was in fact almost 7am. "Let me help 'till next shift comes in."

The two nurses stared each other down. Bridgett sighed, "You are the worst." She said it with a smile though, "I have Tina and Shad making a lap to check IVs, you can help with that."

Which is exactly what she was doing at 7:33am when Jack found her. "Let's go home."

She looked over her shoulder and then back to the kid in the gurney, "They are gonna come get you in a bit okay." When the kid nodded she gave him a smile and turned around to see Jack. "How are you doing?" She wanted to reach out and touch him but restrained herself.

He nodded, looked her up and down and nodded again, "Relief shift is here. Let's go home."

Sam nodded and went to follow him down the hall.

Bridgett met them at the counter and before she could say anything Jack held up a hand, "We're going. Which means you are too." He gave her a pointed look.

She snorted out a laugh, like she hadn't been trying for half an hour to get him to leave. "Right behind you."

Jack held an arm out to wrap her in a one armed hug. "Go home and get some sleep. Give the kids a hug."

"Mhmm." She wrapped her own arm around his middlle and squeezed. Then she moved to Sam and the two of them exchanged a hug of their own. "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too." Sam held onto the hug a little longer. "Thank you for always taking care of him." She whispered.

Bridgett hummed and gave her another squeeze, "You know it."

When they pulled apart Jack was standing to the side with his backpack on one shoulder, and hers in his hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She grabbed her pack from him, "You grab the duffles?

"There in there. Night Bridge."

"Good night." She called after them as they headed for the ambulance bay.

It was jarring to see the nurses and doctors that had just arrived, not covered in blood, no goggles, no trauma gowns, just ready to work a regular-ish shift.

When Sam went to take the corner Jack grabbed the back of her scrub top and pulled her towards him.

"I had to park in visitor parking."

He just tugged her again and held out his hand, "We'll come get it later." Sam blinked and after a moment nodded. She smiled and let him take her hand. Jacks face was still stoic, but he gave her hand a squeeze and led her out to the MD parking lot.

As they approached the truck he dug the keys out of his pocket and hit the remote start, then pulled Sam's bag off her shoulder. While she walked around to the passenger side he tossed their stuff in the back seat. "Don't even think about it." He called to her as he saw her move to open the passenger door.

She made a face at him when he came around to open her door for her. Rather than say anything she just stepped up and gave him a kiss, then climbed inside.

~~~~~

Jack held her hand the whole drive home and didn't let go until he had parked the truck. The drive home had been silent except for the music. When they got inside they undressed in the laundry room in silence and climbed into the shower together in silence.

One of the things Jack had always appreciated about Sam was that the silence was never awkward or uncomfortable. It never had been. He found just as much pleasure, just as much comfort in her company regardless if either of them had anything to say or not.

At some point Sam had leaned back into him, her eyes closed and her skin flushed from the scalding hot water, and he wrapped his arms around her. It had been quiet for so long he almost felt bad to be the one that broke the silence. So, he tipped his head to the side and kept his voice soft and low as he spoke beside her ear, "Want me to help wash your hair, or want me to go find us something to eat?"

Sam groaned, conflicted by the choices he had offered, "Both?"

He chuckled, pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Gotta pick one." Then let his chin rest against her shoulder while he waited for her answer.

She took her time, apparanently more content to stand under the hot water and simply exist.

Jack smirked, too tired to smile, and kissed her bare shoulder, "Pick or I will."

His wife just groaned and grumbled again, let more of her weight settle against him.

"Ok," He kissed her shoulder, her temple, allowed himself one selfish caress of his hands over her naked body and told her, "Stay here long as you need to. I'll go make some dinner."

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When Sam had finally drug herself out of the shower, she threw on a pair of shorts and one of Jacks hoodies, and headed into the kitchen. She found Jack there shirtless in a pair of sweats with his back to her as he made two plates of spaghetti. Before she went into the kitchen she took a second to stop and be grateful for him. The reasons why where too many for her brain to process at that moment, but she was beyond grateful for him. Every day, but especially today.

"Quit staring, come eat."

She smiled and joined him to eat at the counter. As always Jack cleared his plate like it would disappear if he didn't. Something that he'd never grown out of even after more than a decade out of the Army. His choice of second career just as inhospitable to sit down meals as his first. For awhile he sat there with her, then got up and tidied up the kitchen and the small mess he'd made.

When Sam still hadn't finished her plate he grabbed his phone and kissed her on the top of her head as he walked by, "I told Robby I'd call when we got home."

Sam nodded and went back to her food. Chose not to acknowledge outloud that the call was a thinly veiled check in. He'd made a threat, or a promise, to Robby on the roof of the hospital early that morning. "I'm going to call you when I get home, and you better fucking answer."

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By the time they made it to bed Jack threw the covers back and dropped into the middle of the mattress with a groan, "Jesus Christ, I'm getting too old for this."

Sam went to the closet and stripped the hoodie off over head and traded it for a UC Davis t-shirt. She didn't respond to him right away. Instead she shut the closet and sat on the foot of the bed. She sat there a long time, only half turned towards him, mostly her gaze stayed on her hands, "Am I a bad person?"

Jack groaned again as he turned on his side, propped up on an elbow, "Not usually." He waited for her to look his way, to give him some sarcastic remark, but she did neither. "Can I have some context?

She took a breath, still didn't look his way, but she did turn a little closer towards him, "Tonight was… a terrible thing. I'm exhausted… but, part of me… part of me feels like a shitty person…" She couldn't finish the thought out loud. She didn't need to.

"Felt good didn't it?" Jack kept his voice soft, compassionate. "It felt good to be knee deep in the shit again. To have a different life literally in the palm of your hands every five minutes. Down and dirty, think on your feet medicine. Save this guy, if you can't save this guy then save the next one." He paused to study her face closely, tried again to catch her eye. "To be one of the ones keeping your shit together, when people around you are spinning out."

When she looked up at him finally her eyes were a little glassy, but he knew she wouldn't cry.

"No Sam, you're not a bad person. You're someone that thrives in that chaos, and that is an incredible thing." He reached for her shirt and gave it a gentle tug, "C'mere."

She stared at him for a minute and then moved. First she stretched to switch off the light and then she rolled onto her side to cuddle up as close as physically possible to her husband.

He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled the blankets up over them. Jack tugged her closer, guided her leg over his and tucked her head against his chest. With his left hand he traced aimless patterns over her lower back and with the right he held her hand over his chest. Where they could both feel the steady rhythm of his heart. After a minute he added, "That was one of the first things I found sexy about you."

When she scoffed and pressed a kiss to his chest he knew he had her back from that dark place.

She chuckled a little bit and her fingers flexed over his chest, "Is it bad that I found it sexy watching you do that field crike on the cop?"

Jack smiled and tipped his head towards her, "Is it bad I think it's sexy that you found that sexy?"

That earned him a giggle and it was like suddenly they could both breath again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she snuggled close as they settled in to try and get some sleep. It didn't take long before Sam broke the silence again, her voice a little softer, "Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you, can we keep talking? It feels good to talk?"

He gave her a squeeze and moved his right hand down to stroke over her thigh where it was hitched over his. "Something specific?"

Fingers tracing patterns on his chest she hummed, "No, just… listen to you talk." She sounded almost sheepish.

So, he talked. He started with arriving at the hospital and then talked through each patient he saw, one by one. What they came in with, how they treated it. The whole time her fingers flexed against his bare chest, her thumb stroked back and forth as she listened.

Jack smiled to himself eventually. "DId you hear one of the med students IOed a guy while he was awake and talking?"

"Like on purpose?"

"Yep."

"Ohhh, no…poor kid."

"Poor guy that got drilled in the arm you mean." He pinched her thigh. "Then the Santos girl did fucking Reboa on her own."

"Yeah I heard that, and I heard you gave her an 'atta girl'."

"Like you never stepped out of your depths to save a patient."

"This isn't Afghanistan."

He paused before he responded, "Felt a little like it tonight." Jack pulled her thigh higher up over his waist and held her there, "I think she's got what it takes though, Santos, just needs reined in a little."

"Oh, gee wonder who has a favorite already?" She teased him. "Samira's got it too."

"Yeah she does." He nodded and twisted his head to look down at her, "Worst fucking circumstances," Jack started as he moved the arm around her up so he could play with her hair, "But it was fun to work with you tonight." He kissed the top of her forehead.

Sam tipped her head up to look at him, "Yeah it was," She moved her hand up to his jaw, "Forgot I was married to a badass for a minute there."

Jack huffed out a laugh and closed the distance between them. "Damn right you are." He kissed her even a she rolled her eyes. He pulled back just enough to speak, "So am I." He kissed her softer and slower. "Should get some sleep baby."

"Ok." Her answer was a whisper against his lips and she smiled when Jack kissed her again, "Love you."

"Love you too."

~~

Sam woke up a few hours later with a start, her heart racing and her chest tight, she had to fight to breathe and clear her head. In the split second between asleep and awake she felt Jack jerk in bed beside her and then sit bolt upright. That was when she realized what had startled her awake. "Jack, babe… hey, it's okay."

Jack kicked at the blankets, sucking in air and shaking, one hand clutched as his chest, as his whole body trembled.

"Oh fuck, Jack, hey listen to me." She sat up on her knees and moved to his side of the bed as fast as she could and off the edge to kneel on the floor in front of him.

"Fuck," He was sucking in air, in shallow, uneven, breaths that rattled his chest and he repeated the curse over and over, "Fuck. Fuck."

"Hey, baby i'm right here." Knelt on the floor in front of him she braced one hand on his thigh as it nearly vibrated under her touch, "Jack. Jack, listen to me, look at me okay." His eyes jumped over the room all around them, but never to her. "You're home. You are home, with me, right?" She gave him an exaggerated nod and put her other hand over his on his chest where it still clawed over his sternum like if he tried hard enough he could rip a hole in his chest to breath.

Sam swallowed thick, her mouth dry and her own chest still tight. "You're safe, you're home, with me. You have to breathe. Right? Have to slow down and breathe baby."

He finally gave her a nod and tried for a shaky breath but he almost immediatly started to hyperventilate again as he started to rock back and forth on the bed.

"Hey… hey, hey, hey, nope. Deep and slow, right? Deep and slow?"

He lurched forward and Sam panicked briefly that he might be sick, but clung to the feeling of one of his hands as it wrapped around the back of her neck. "I'm right here, right here, with you. You're home. We are home. You're not there. You're here." She said it over and over again in the softest, calmest voice she could muster, as she moved closer to him and cupped the back of his head and brought it down to her shoulder. Careful to leave some distance, she'd learned the hard way, he could sit up suddenly and catch her in the face. Which hurt like hell and made him feel guilty later.

"You're right here with me, just gotta breathe Jack. Okay? Breathe." Sam drew in a long, deep, audible, breath through her nose as she counted in her head; 1,2,3,4. Then she held that breath and blew it out through pursed lips. Strong and steady to the same count; 1,2,3,4.

The whole time she stroked her fingers through his hair and continued to breathe with him, give him the rythym to follow.

In, 1,2,3,4. Hold, 1,2,3,4. Out, 1,2,3,4 Hold, 1,2,3,4

She felt and heard him fight for it. Fight for the air, for the control over his own mind and body.

She began to count it out loud for him, her voice soothing but firm in his ear.

In, 1,2,3,4. Hold, 1,2,3,4. Out, 1,2,3,4 Hold, 1,2,3,4

Jack spit out a shaky, 'Fuck…me…" His grip on the back of her neck tightened and released through the tremors.

"You're good baby, you got this. Just breath for me, you got this."

His trembling had slowed, his breathing had regulated some. Progress. Sam moved her hand from his hair down to the base of his skull and began to tap out the count and breathe along with him. In. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Hold. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Out. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"I'm, sh-, shit." He fought through a breath, "I'm," His whole body racked with a tremor. "Fuck, I'm sorry." His voice was strained, painful even. "I'm s-sorry."

"Stop that. You're fine, you got this. We got this. Just keep breathing."

He nodded against her shoulder, his body still trembled almost constantly, but each breath got him closer and closer.

Sam didn't relax until she felt the majority of her husbands weight collapse against her and he let out what sounded like the last of the shaky breaths.

"Hey, you with me?" She whispered it into his ear and finally took a deep breath of her own when his fingers relaxed at the back of her neck and what had been a death grip softened to a gentle caress.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Baby…I'm sorry." Another shaky breath as he sat up straight. "Jesus…" He shoved a hand back through his hair. "Came out of nowhere."

Sam watched, still knelt on the floor in front of him, as his hand reached up to rub over the scar on his left shoulder. A nervous tick that he kept such a lock on that she would be the only one to recognize it. "Don't say sorry." She stroked her hand up and down his thigh in long firm strokes in an attempt to keep him steady, keep him grounded. "What you did today, what you had to do today," She ducked her head to try and catch his gaze in the dark of their room, "Of course it hits home."

He looked at her, hand still rubbed over the scar over and over again. "I was fine. Everything was fine."

"I know." She stood and stepped between his legs so she could tip his face up towards hers. "What do you need now?"

Jack didn't respond right away, he looked exhausted all the sudden.

"What time is it?"

"It's early yet," She glanced at the clock, "Not even noon."

He nodded, scrubbed at his face for a second, "You have to work tonight." When he looked up at her he looked sad, like he'd let her down somehow.

Sam shook her head, "I traded with Remi, for next Saturday. They're going to take the kids to the lake. I'm off all weekend." The relief on his face both made her heart flutter and broke it a little. "Let's go back to bed."

Almost immediately he shook his head, "No, I'm not going to be able to sleep."

"Okay, well, go take a quick shower," He was drenched in sweat, "And then we can go watch TV or something."

With a nod Jack stood up which brought them close together and she kept her hands on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

"Do you want your phone? Call Shane or TJ?" More than once she'd had to make a call on his phone in the middle of the night, her hand trembling, so one of his battle buddies could talk him down when she couldn't. More than once they'd woken up to his phone when it rang in the middle of the night so he could do the same for one of them.

Jack shook his head, "No, no I'm good." Still a little shaky as the adrenaline dumped out of his system, he put his hands on her waist and stared over her shoulder at the wall. "Just, give me a minute."

"Ok. I'll go make some coffee."

~~~~~

It was the middle of the afternoon, but the house was dark. They'd left the blackout curtains drawn so the only source of light was the TV on the wall as it played whatever show Sam had put on before she dozed off on the couch beside him. He honestly wasn't sure what it was, she knew he didn't care, that he just needed the distraction.

She shifted a little under the blanket, her legs stretched across his lap and her face buried in a throw pillow. Part of him wished he could go back to sleep like her. He'd spent the first twelve minutes on the couch with her feet in his lap, one thumb stroking back and forth over the arch of her foot while he stared blankly at the TV. It had calmed him down some, enough, and it had put her to sleep.

Jack shook his head and tried to focus on the show. He hated the feeling of the imbalance, the aftermath. It was like his thoughts were marbles on a perpetually rocking surface and he had no control over either.

Sam shifted again, "How are you feeling?" Her voice was soft and sleepy.

At first he just nodded, knew that anyone but her would see the scowl on his face and leave it alone. Then he rubbed a hand over his eyes and nodded again, "Better." He gave her calf a squeeze through the blanket. "Why don't you go back to bed."

"Comfy here." There was no hesitation in her response and she twisted slightly so she could see him better. "Need anything?"

He shook his head. Then for the first time since the day before he thought about the young vet, how he'd ended up on the roof of the hospital. He took a deep breath, his voice quieter, "The vet I lost, yesterday, the drunk driver hit and run victim. He was the same age as you." He didn't know why it mattered. He didn't know if he'd even registered it at the time.

She was quiet for a long minute, "I'm right here Jack."

He moved his hands under the blanket so he could feel her skin, warm and smooth, under his hands. He set one hand on her ankle, searched out that faint thrum of a pulse, and the other brushed lightly up her calf then down again. "I know."

For long enough he thought she might have dozed off his wife was silent. Then she let out a little laugh, "You know what I always think of? When we sit like this."

"In Kandahar when I'd go sneak into your hooch?" He gave her an honest grin at the memory.

"Mhmm. Every chance you got." She hummed happily and gave him one of her sleepy little smiles.

"Blame me?" He gave her a smile of his own and shifted on the couch so he could stretch out behind her.

She shuffled around for a minute until she could make room for him and then he pulled the blanket over them both.

He pulled her back, flush with his chest and wrapped his arms around her tight. Once she was settled she chuckled softly. "What?" Jack squeezed her tight and buried his face in the back of her neck.

"Just thinnking. Imagining if I could go back and tell 22 year old me that she does get to marry the sexy Army medic with the pretty eyes and the angry face." She giggled a little then continued, "That he loves her and treats her so much better than she'd ever imagined and she's going to be so fucking happy."

For a moment that tight feeling in his chest returned. but it was not the PTSD this time. He had to swallow a couple of times before he could respond without a lump in his throat and when he did he mumered it so soft and earnest it felt like the first time, "I love you." He pressed his lips to the spot behind her ear and left a kiss there that made her shiver. "So fucking much."

~~~~~

He did fall back asleep, they both did, and when he finally woke up it was nearly midnight and the weight on his chest was long gone. The dread and the darkness at bay. They hadn't moved at all in their sleep. Sam was still wrapped up in his arms, her back to his chest. His shoulder ached from laying on it but he wouldn't move. He pressed his forehead into the back of hers and breathed deep and easy.

"Awake?" She sounded barely so herself, but her fingers curled over his forearm. It was like their internal clocks were synchronized, or that she was just so intune with him after all these years her body knew when he woke.

"Yeah baby." He squeezed her tight.

So tight that she let out a little groan and the breath of a giggle, "How you feel?"

"Good." He tipped his head to drop a kiss on top of her sleep tangled hair. "We slept a long time."

"Mhmm," She shifted and wiggled around closer to him and sunk deeper into his arms. "Felt good."

"Yes it did." He moved his free hand down to her hip and gave it a squeeze. Under the blanket his hand moved from her hip under the shirt she slept in. He stroked over her waist, her soft, smooth stomach and then up to cup her breast.

"Jack," She didn't stop him but her tone was clear.

He smirked, kissed the back of her head again as he swiped the pad of his thumb over her nipple, "Told you, I feel fine." Jack tipped his head so he could whisper into her ear, "Better than fine."

His wife hummed and then twisted around to look at him over her shoulder. She stared at him for a moment, studied him closely in the dark.

While she looked he pulled his hand out from under the blanket and moved it up to cup the side of her neck. "Sam, I'm fine." He traced his thumb up her throat, "Promise." He tipped her face up to give her a quick kiss. His thumb brushed over her pulse and he smirked when she arched up into it, "Trust me, I'm a doctor."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, ok Doctor Abbot."

"Watch the tone." He kissed her again, "Nurse Abbot."

His wife laughed into the kiss and nipped at his top lip, "Don't push your luck." Sam moaned as his thumb pressed a little firmer on the next pass and she turned onto her back. She nearly melted into the couch as Jack continued to kiss and caress her.

HIs hand slid from her throat, over her chest and then pushed the blanket aside so he could reach more of her. Jack swept his tongue through her mouth and the sweet little groan it earned him went straight to his cock. He kissed her harder and deeper, slid one hand back under her shirt and groaned a little himself when she angled her hips up off the couch. When he pulled back from her lips, a dangerous grin on his face he whispered, "What do you want baby?"

Sam shifted again, this time to wrap her arms up around his neck and pull him back, "Just don't stop."

The hand under her shirt slid up over her sternum and he stopped when his middle finger dipped into the suprasternal notch. He felt her swallow and then he trailed the tip of the middle finger down, slowly, as it barely ghosted over her sternum, down her stomach and dipped it into her naval. When she giggled and her stomach fluttered Jack leaned back in to kiss her. Her giggle turned into a moan as he slipped his hand into the waistband of her shorts.

He didn't stop. He moved until he felt her and only pulled his lips from hers to murmer, "Fuck baby." Then slammed his lips down over hers again as his fingers found the warmth and wetness between her legs. With one hand he dragged her shorts down her legs and smiled wide as she kicked them rest the way off herself and dug her hand into the hair on back of his head. As he pushed himself up onto his elbow, the hand beneath her cradled her neck, he used his other hand to pull her leg up over his hip. "Stay right here." He kissed her cheek, "Just like that." Jack whispered the last part against her ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth.

The little shiver that rolled through her when he did that never fucking got old, so he did it again and again until she tugged on his hair. Hard. When he pulled back he could tell he was smiling, an honest to God smile, because she looked like she fell a little more in love.

"There's my smile." Sam leaned up to kiss him, a smile of her own pressed to his as they did.

It was her smile Jack thought. She was the only one that ever saw it anymore. She was the only one he gave it to. The first time she'd seen it, she'd smiled so wide herself it looked like it might hurt, then she had leaned in close and whispered, "Those dimples are dangerous." He smiled a little wider at the memory and then let his hand slip from the inside of her thigh down to her core.

"Jesus." Her breath caught, voice somewhere between relief and desperation, as he so very gently ghoted the pad of his finger over her lower lips. Her whole body trembled as he did it a second time. The third featherlight stroke earned him a whiny, "Ja-ack." as she raised her hips up to try and get him where she wanted him.

With a quick brush of his lips over hers he responded, "I said stay remember?"

Her hips returned to lay flat against the couch, but the whine she let out let him know she was annoyed. Jack smiled and kissed her again, Then because he felt alive again for the first time in days, he licked his lips and pulled back enough to see her face. He stroked that same, barely there touch over her again and whispered, "Be a good nurse and do as your doctor says." Then he waited that split second it took for her eyes to flash just beyond annoyance and then before she could argue or snap back at him he slid his middle finger knuckle deep and stroked that hidden spot that made her whole body tremble and her eyes roll back in her head.

"Ohh I'm," Her breath caught as he caressed that little spot again, "I'm gonna fucking," A second finger stretched her a little wider and she had to fight back a moan to finish, "I'm going to get you for that."

Jack just smiled, the one just for her. The big one with the dimples and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he pressed his forehead to hers as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, "I know you will baby." He kissed her and laughed, because every now and then she'd play that game with him. She'd be his good little nurse and it drove him fucking crazy on the right day. Today though she was his feisty little wife and he wanted to get that rise out of her. See that attitude flash in her eyes and then bring her back.

The grip she had on his hair told him he wasn't quite forgiven just yet, but the rush of wetness and the quiver of her pussy around his fingers told him he wasn't far off. She kept trying to twist and turn, to press her thighs together, anything to get what she wanted, but Jack just kept her there on her back beside him as he played with her. "Jack, please…"

Jack sped up his movements and she arched up off the couch, chasing his touch. "Going to cum for me baby?"

She nodded and the hand in his hair jumped to his back where her nails dug in and reminded him he was hard as a fucking rock and he needed to be inside her, soon.

He moved his fingers slick with her wetness up to draw a lazy circle around her clit. "Goin' to be a good girl and come for me?"

Sam whined but her nails dug into his back and fuck it felt good. He knew they were on that dangerous line where if he wassn't careful, didn't play it just right, she'd turn on him. Then he would be the one on his back with her teasing him until his balls ached. That's not what he wanted tonight and neither did she, because she nodded. She nodded and whined so pretty and pushed into his fingers and he gave her that smile again. Just for her as he watched her, his fingers on her clit moved in hard, fast circles. The kind that always gave her just enough relief to feel good, but left her craving more.

When she came her mouth fell open in a gasp and her eyes snapped shut, Her hips arched towards him and this time he let her. "Good girl." He murmered it into her ear as he coaxed her through that first orgasm. He kissed her cheek, her ear, her throat and felt the rumble of a happy, satisfied moan as she relaxed.

Once her eyes focused he was there, with the smile he kept for her and a kiss that resonated down into their bones.

She wrapped her arms around him again and lost herself in it. "You're too good at that." She whispered as they finally pulled apart. By the time her brain had focused enough to notice Jack had her tshirt pushed up to her breasts and had kissed his way over her hip bone, "Jack," The whine carried more than his name with it. "What're you doing?"

Jack couldn't help but smirk into the soft, silky skin of her inner thigh, "Something else I'm very good at." And then with a wink he ducked his head and his tongue made the first firm swipe through her still wet and quivering pussy, ready to show her time and time again, just how good he was. That he was happy, he was alive, as long as he was with her.

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Chapter Three - Coming Soon!

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Home is Where I'm Enough

Poll winner: Praise Kink (Kinkvember Debut Fic)

IVE Jang Wonyoung x Male reader

6.5k words

The apartment was quiet, save for the rhythmic tapping of keys and the soft hum of Y/N’s computer. He sat hunched over his desk, the screen’s gentle glow casting an ethereal light across his face as he polished the final touches of his latest graphic design project. He’d been in the zone for hours, the kind of intense flow only a passionate creator knows, dreading any interruption. But as the night grew late, fatigue crept in like an unwelcome guest, blurring the vibrant colors and shapes on his screen and drawing him into a hazy exhaustion.

Just as he stretched back in his chair, letting his arms rise above his head to shake off the dull ache in his shoulders, the front door creaked open. Though faint, the sound pulled his attention immediately, stirring a gentle flutter in his chest. He knew who it was: Wonyoung.

She stepped inside, her silhouette soft against the dim hallway light. Her usual radiance had dimmed, replaced by a look of deep exhaustion. Strands of hair framed her face, loosely tousled, hinting at the long hours she’d endured. Dressed in her favorite oversized sweater, slipping off one shoulder, and paired with comfy shorts, her cozy ensemble contrasted starkly with the glitz of her public persona. Tonight, she looked as if the weight of the world had finally settled on her delicate frame.

Her gaze drifted across the room, her steps heavy as she gravitated toward him, perhaps unconsciously drawn by the promise of comfort. When their eyes met, she offered a small, tired smile—a gesture that seemed automatic, though the usual warmth was replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted in a warm, low voice, breaking the quiet of the apartment with gentle concern. “Long day?”

Wonyoung let out a soft, tired breath, her smile persisting but not quite reaching her eyes. “Yeah… you wouldn’t believe how exhausting today was. Promotions, photoshoots, fan meetings… I don’t even know how I’m still standing.” Her words, though calm, carried an unmistakable weight, each syllable laced with unspoken exhaustion.

He rose from his desk, the scrape of the chair against the floor seeming louder in the stillness, closing the distance between them. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, his embrace both protective and tender, inviting her to let go of whatever she’d been carrying. She melted against him, her body softening as she leaned fully into his warmth, the tension in her shoulders easing as if hoping to dissolve into him.

“You’ve been working so hard, princess. You deserve to rest,” he murmured, gliding a hand over her back in soothing circles, tracing gentle patterns over the soft fabric of her sweater. Each stroke was meant to ease her, to remind her that she didn’t need to be strong right now.

Wonyoung sighed, resting her head against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat become an anchor, grounding her. “I don’t even know if I can relax,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, carrying an edge of vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show. “Everyone always asks me for things, but no one ever asks me what I need. I feel like I’m always giving, and no one’s there to just… take care of me.”

Her words tugged at his heart, and he tightened his embrace, listening fully, letting her be exactly who she was. Tonight, she wasn’t Wonyoung the idol; she was just his girlfriend, stripped of the weight of expectations.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, he murmured, “Tonight, I’m here to take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything. How about we keep it quiet? I could make some dinner—whatever you’d like?”

She smiled softly but shook her head. “No, thank you… I’m not really hungry. Just too tired to eat, I think.”

He nodded, adjusting his suggestion. “Maybe a massage? Help you relax and ease those tired muscles?”

Wonyoung considered it, then sighed, her gaze drifting. “That sounds nice, but I don’t think I can even sit still long enough. I’d probably fall asleep halfway through.”

He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb over her shoulder in a light caress. “Fair enough. How about a movie, then? We could just put something on, snuggle up on the couch, and you can zone out as much as you need?”

A flicker of warmth crossed her face at the thought, but she shook her head again. “That sounds nice too, but I don’t think I’d even be able to focus. My mind’s just… elsewhere.”

He paused, sensing that none of his suggestions had quite hit the mark. Sliding a gentle hand to her cheek, he met her gaze, his voice tender. “Then tell me, Wonyoung. Whatever you need, just say it. I’m here.”

The world around them seemed to hold its breath, caught in the tender pause that enveloped the pair. Wonyoung, usually so composed and commanding, now appeared as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice, her usual confidence momentarily abandoned. It was in this rare instance of uncertainty that she found the courage to voice her deepest desire.

"Oppa ," she began, her voice a whisper of its usual strength, carrying a hesitance that was seldom heard. "Can we just… be together? Just us."

His response was immediate and heartfelt. A gentle smile graced his lips, his heart warmed by the sincerity of her request. "Of course, Wony. We can just spend time together, no pressure, no work, just us."

The vulnerability in her eyes was palpable, yet it was accompanied by a spark of mischief that hinted at an unexpressed longing. As she stepped closer, her fingers traced an unsteady path along his arm, her touch betraying her nervousness. Oblivious to the full extent of her yearning, he leaned in to bestow a tender kiss upon her forehead, his words a soothing balm to her unspoken needs.

"Just us, no distractions, okay?" he affirmed, his voice a comforting promise.

Wonyoung's fingers anxiously toyed with the hem of his shirt, her courage wavering for but a moment before she mustered the resolve to voice the true nature of her request. With a shy smile that barely contained her anticipation, she looked up at him, her words laced with a boldness that belied her gentle demeanor.

"Oppaa... I-I meant... can we... have... sexy time?"

The surprise that registered on his face was genuine, his mind struggling to catch up with the sudden shift in the conversation. He had been prepared to offer her a sanctuary of relaxation and companionship, but this... this was an invitation to a different kind of connection, one that was both intimate and thrilling.

As the initial shock subsided, his gaze softened, and he saw her in an entirely new light. The playful glint in her eyes, the delicate blush that graced her cheeks—it all painted a picture of Wonyoung that was both endearing and alluring. She stood before him, her hands fidgeting with a mixture of nervousness and desire, her lips parted in quiet anticipation of his response.

Understanding dawned on him, and with it came a smile that reflected his deep affection for her. "Ah, Wony," he said with a gentle chuckle, his fingers brushing away a stray lock of her hair. "You want us to... I see, of course baby"

Her affirmation was shy but resolute, her voice barely above a whisper as she laid bare her innermost wishes. "I... I've been really stressed, and I just... I just want you. Just us."

A deep warmth rose within him as he gazed at the woman in his arms, a warmth that radiated through every fiber of his being. She was here with him, stripped of the expectations and perfection the world demanded of her, showing him the truest parts of herself. Her request, so simple yet so vulnerable, spoke volumes about the bond they shared, and he felt his heart swell with love and admiration. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled her closer, his hands finding their place around her waist, fingers pressing into her softly but with purpose. He tilted his head to capture her lips in a kiss that promised everything she might need, murmuring against her mouth, "Whatever you want, just tell me."

With that, the world around them dissolved into a soft blur, distant and forgotten, as Wonyoung melted into his arms. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the light spilling over their entwined bodies and casting shadows that highlighted her delicate curves. He traced his fingers slowly along her back, feeling the subtle tremors beneath her skin, the way her body softened by degrees, her tension easing under his touch. Each stroke coaxed a little more trust from her, even as she wrestled with the restraint that held her in check, a habit formed over years of needing to be perfectly in control.

As his hands began to unfasten the layers of her clothing with gentle care, he could feel her vulnerability like an unspoken word between them. To the world, she was grace personified, a vision of poise and elegance, an idol untouchable in her perfection. Yet, here and now, she was a woman grappling with the desire to shed the weight of that polished image, to surrender the mantle of perfection she wore so effortlessly in the public eye. His fingers moved with the gentleness of someone who understood her inner struggle, his touch a balm, offering her the quiet assurance she needed to let down her guard.

He sensed the battle playing out within her, an invisible tug-of-war between the person she had to be and the one she longed to become in this private space. His lips brushed over her neck, his voice low and soothing. "Wony, it’s okay if you don’t see it yet," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along her jawline, "but you’re perfect in all the ways that matter. You bring so much beauty and strength into my life."

A shuddered breath escaped her lips as his words settled over her, each one unraveling a bit more of her control. Her hands tightened in the bedsheets, twisting the fabric as she balanced on the razor-thin line between control and surrender. His hands traced over her sides, strong and steady, each movement slow and deliberate, designed to comfort and ignite. "Let go for me, baby, it's okay," he coaxed, his voice a deep, resonant sound that seemed to settle right at the core of her, calling to her in a way she couldn’t ignore.

The endearment lingered in the air, a plea and a promise wrapped into one, coaxing her closer to that edge. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she fought the rising urge to surrender completely, to release everything she held back. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words came out as a fragile whisper, the vulnerability in her voice breaking through. "I don’t… I don’t know if I can," she admitted, her voice quivering, her brows furrowed in a fleeting expression of frustration and fear, the tension of her resistance etched across her face.

His response was instant and tender. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, a gesture of unwavering support that steadied her. "You can, Wony," he assured her, his gaze holding hers, brimming with sincerity. "I see how much you keep it together out there, and that makes me appreciate even more the way you open up with me. It’s such a privilege to be the one who gets to see this side of you." His words were a gentle nudge, affirming his commitment not just to her pleasure but to her peace, his hands holding her as if promising to anchor her.

Trust shone in her eyes as she took a deep, steadying breath, his words filling her with a sense of security that was as powerful as it was freeing. Slowly, she let herself relax, allowing him to guide her, his hands continuing their slow, purposeful journey across her skin, each caress a reminder of his deep affection. The pleasure within her built steadily, a growing ache, a tantalizing invitation that beckoned her toward release. Yet, even as she teetered on that edge, the remnants of her control clung to her, a practiced restraint born of habit, a habit he was patiently helping her unravel, piece by piece.

His fingertips traced her skin with a deliberate gentleness, painting a path that left her body flushed, every inch hypersensitive to his touch. The way he moved over her was worshipful, reverent, each stroke of his hand along her curves as if he were discovering her for the first time. She twitched beneath him, her back arching to meet his touch, her breaths shallow and filled with anticipation. Every caress was a testament to how he saw her—not just an idol, but a masterpiece, a person to be cherished in all her vulnerability and strength.

His mouth moved down to lavish her jawline with tender, lingering kisses. He traveled along the column of her throat, the warmth of his breath igniting her senses and sending cascades of goosebumps across her skin. With her head tilted back, she exposed her neck, an unspoken surrender in the tilt of her head, a silent invitation for him to continue. The softness of his mouth, the slow, careful rhythm, filled her with a thrill of arousal she could barely contain, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed herself closer to him, wanting more yet barely able to voice it.

Their lips met then, a slow, searching kiss that unfolded with a blend of tenderness and raw emotion. His mouth moved against hers with a gentle ardor, savoring each moment, each connection, and her fingers tangled in his hair as she drew him closer, letting herself melt into the warmth of his embrace. The world outside faded entirely, leaving only the two of them suspended in a quiet dance, a sacred exchange of love and vulnerability that allowed her to shed every mask she wore. Here, wrapped in his affection, she found the courage to set down the armor she held so tightly, to accept the freedom he offered.

His mouth trailed lower, each kiss slower, more deliberate, as he left a line of warmth down her body, his fingers pressing gently into her hips to steady her. The closer he came to her core, the more intense her anticipation grew, her breath catching as he settled between her thighs. She felt the tension building inside her, excitement and vulnerability intertwining in equal measure. But as his lips neared her center, a flicker of hesitation stirred within her, a whisper of insecurity breaking through the haze of arousal.

She tensed slightly, her mind rushing to the imperfections she imagined, the things she couldn’t control. In front of him, she felt bare, unfiltered, not the polished, pristine version she presented to the world. Right now, she wasn’t perfect, wasn’t flawless, wasn’t prepared. The thought made her hesitate, and she tried to subtly shift away, her hand moving instinctively to shield herself. “It's not…I’m not—” she stammered, feeling her cheeks flush.

But he paused, sensing the change in her, his gaze lifting to meet hers with a gentleness that held her in place. He brushed a comforting hand over her thigh, the touch steady and reassuring, his voice low and soft. "Hey… don’t worry. Right here, you’re exactly as you should be. You don’t need to be anything but yourself with me." He placed a tender kiss on her inner thigh, his words imbued with an acceptance that quieted her worries, the unconditional affection in his gaze anchoring her.

With a breath, she nodded, the tension easing as she allowed herself to relax, feeling the weight of her expectations melt in his presence. His hands settled on her thighs, grounding her, as he placed a soft, reverent kiss at her center, his lips warm and gentle, easing her slowly back into the moment. As his tongue began to trace delicate, slow circles, she felt herself letting go, her hesitations fading beneath the steady rhythm of his movements.

He continued with a tenderness that felt like a vow, his mouth exploring her as though reminding her that she was already perfect to him. Each touch, each gentle press of his mouth, was a wordless reassurance, a reminder that she could be vulnerable here, could let herself be imperfect without fear. His fingers stroked over her skin, guiding her back to herself, and the pleasure started to overtake the remnants of her self-doubt.

Finally, her body began to respond instinctively, hips pressing forward as her breath grew shallower, soft sounds spilling from her lips as she surrendered to the sensation. His mouth continued its worshipful rhythm, bringing her closer and closer to the edge until she could no longer think of anything but the waves of pleasure that built within her, each one stronger than the last. Her hand found its way into his hair, gripping softly as her control slipped, her voice a soft, pleading whisper in the quiet.

In this sacred space, Wonyoung found the courage to relinquish her hold on perfection, to embrace the imperfect beauty of being truly seen and wholeheartedly loved. His unwavering presence and the sanctuary of his affection were the keys that unlocked the gate to her unbridled self. Here, in the sanctity of their bond, Wonyoung was not just an idol, but a woman fully immersed in the depths of love and the freedom it brings.

He paused and replaced his mouth with his fingers. Her warm, moist folds pulsing around his digits, slowly he leaned towards her. The voice that caressed Wonyoung's ears was a balm to her soul, a soft, soothing timbre filled with quiet strength. "It's okay, Wony. You don't have to try to be perfect. I love you just as you are, you’re perfect to me." The words, imbued with unconditional acceptance, were a gentle command that resonated deep within her core.

Wonyoung, the idol worshiped by millions for her flawless poise and ethereal beauty, found herself gasping as the first wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her fingers, once graceful and composed, now gripped the sheets with an urgency that betrayed her facade. The pleasure was a sudden heat, a surge of sensation that ignited her senses and sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through her body. Each pulsating surge overwhelmed her with a delicious thrill, her body instinctively arching towards the source of her bliss, yet her moans remained soft and restrained—a delicate symphony of need barely rising above a whisper.

The world outside ceased to exist. The contrast between the poised idol she presented to the world and the vulnerable girl who yearned to unravel in his arms was stark and dissonant. The weight of expectation, a constant pressure to maintain the image of perfection, loomed over her. Yet, in the sanctity of their embrace, a different desire flickered to life—a longing for the freedom to embrace her innermost yearnings without fear or restraint.

The pleasure surged once more, its potency wrapping around her like a tantalizing embrace. Wonyoung's heart raced, her breath hitching in her throat as she inhaled sharply. The waves of sensation enveloped her, swallowing her whole while her thoughts swirled chaotically, tinged with a subtle desperation. Would he understand the storm of emotions raging within her? Would he cherish both the idol and the girl beneath the surface?

With every pulse of pleasure, she teetered on the edge of release, a dizzying dance between her public persona and her private self. The fear of disappointment clawed at her, but his gentle fingers spoke a language of love that was both soothing and comforting, coaxing her closer to the precipice of surrender. As she hovered on the brink, her body taut as a bowstring, his lips found her ear, and he whispered words of devotion.

"You're so beautiful, so perfect. Let go, my love. Cum for me." The sensual cadence of his words wrapped around her, an undeniable invitation, and she felt the last of her walls tremble, cracking under the weight of his praise. Her body responded instinctively, arching into his touch as he coaxed her closer to the edge. She could feel it building, a molten tension winding tighter with each pulse of pleasure that surged through her, threatening to unmoor her entirely.

Then, with a choked cry, her resolve shattered. The pleasure that swept through her was intense, potent enough to make her gasp, her core clenching rhythmically around his fingers as ecstasy surged, each wave cresting and crashing through her. She trembled, her breaths coming in rapid bursts as she teetered in that blissful space. But even as the release overtook her, rippling outward with undeniable force, there was still a sliver of herself she held back, a trace of resistance lingering at her core, keeping her from fully dissolving into pleasure. It was as if her body had surrendered, yet her heart still lingered, guarded, hovering just beyond the reach of complete vulnerability.

Wave after wave of sensation left her body limp and shivering, her skin flushed, her breaths ragged. And yet, even as she lay in his embrace, reveling in the aftershocks of her release, something deep within her remained untouched, still holding on, as though daring her to surrender wholly next time. She felt the intensity of her release—a vivid, powerful testament to how much she wanted to let go, yet how much further she could fall if only she allowed herself.

Tenderly, he gathered her in his arms as she shuddered through the aftershocks. "That’s it, baby. You’re amazing. So responsive, so trusting. I couldn’t be prouder of you." He rained kisses over her face, her neck, his words a soothing salve to her soul. She clung to him, dizzy and disoriented from the maelstrom of emotions, yet cherished beyond measure. In this moment, she wasn't a fantasy or a fetish, but a woman truly seen and adored for all that she was—a duality of strength and vulnerability, perfectly entwined in the arms of love.

"You're doing so well," he whispered, his hands continuing their gentle caress. "You're amazing, Wony." His words, soft as a summer breeze, carried the weight of his admiration and tenderness.

She sighed, her breath still shaky as she came down from the first climax, a testament to the passion they shared. Yet, there was a lingering frustration in her, a shadow of doubt that marred the perfection of the moment. She looked up at him, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I don't know why I can't just fully… let go," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I feel like I'm still holding on…"

He shook his head gently, his fingers deftly brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's okay baby," he said softly, his voice full of understanding. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. You've done so much already, I know you trust me, baby, please show it to me." His words, a soothing balm to her troubled heart, seemed to ease the tension from her body.

Her eyes softened at his words, her chest rising and falling with deep, labored breaths. She gave a small nod, her lips curving into a hesitant smile, though there was still a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze. He didn’t let go. His hands moved over Wonyoung again, softer this time, each touch deliberate and careful, as though every stroke carried a promise. "Do you have one more for me, princess?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. "Just trust me, Wony. I'm going to help you let go. You don't have to hold anything back."

Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she nodded. The tension in her body, so tightly wound, began to loosen under his careful touch. His hands roamed with purpose and pure, unhurried affection. The way he touched her wasn't just intimate; it was reverent, as if he was worshiping every part of her. His whispered praises filled the air between them like a balm, soothing the parts of her that had felt raw for so long. His lips trailed slowly down her neck, then lower, placing gentle, lingering kisses on her chest. He paused, his mouth grazing her nipple, his warmth sending a shiver through her as he focused on the stiff nub.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured, his lips returning to her neck. "The way you keep going, even when things get tough, it's amazing to watch."

With each word, Wonyoung felt her defenses begin to crumble, the walls she had built around herself slowly breaking apart, leaving her exposed. Her breath hitched as her body responded, but even as she surrendered, a small, aching hesitation remained, a part of her still clinging to control. She wanted to let go, to feel fully, to be vulnerable, yet something held her back—an invisible tether keeping her from completely surrendering.

"I don't know if I can, I don't know how to…" she whispered, her voice shaking, not from fear, but from the overwhelming vulnerability that swelled inside her. She had always been the strong one, the composed one—the one in control. But here, in his arms, she didn't have to be any of those things. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye.

His eyes, warm and filled with love, never left hers. "Honey, I know how hard you work to be strong every day, and I see how much you carry. But here, with me, you don’t have to keep it all together," he whispered, his voice so soft, "I love every side of you—your strength, yes, but also the parts that need tenderness and care. You’ve been strong for so long; it’s okay to let yourself rest and lean on me. I’m here to hold you, no matter what. You’re safe with me, completely, and I’ll always have your back. Let go, even if just for a moment. You’ve earned it, and I’ll be right here through it all."

Something deep within Wonyoung shifted, a missing piece falling into place in a puzzle she hadn’t even known existed. In that charged, breathless moment, her last defenses dissolved. The barriers she had clung to splintered into dust, leaving her bare and vulnerable, her emotions raw and beautiful. Her body softened under his touch, yielding, pressing close, every line of her molding to him as if they’d been designed to fit together. Her heart—her most precious, guarded part—opened entirely, like a flower surrendering to the kiss of the morning sun. Years of hidden hurt and buried longing spilled forth, leaving her exposed and breathless, every nerve alive with sensation.

Her breaths quickened, shallow and uneven, as he pulled her closer, his touch igniting something deep within her, something that had been waiting, yearning to be released. She let out a soft, needy sound, a whispered “Oh…” as his hand traced her spine, sending a delicious shiver down her back. The heat spread through her, coiling tightly, winding up like a spring. His hands roamed over her skin, each stroke a spark, each caress an invitation to let go. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and another soft moan escaped her, higher, pleading. “Mmm… please…” she breathed, the anticipation winding up within her until she could hardly bear it.

As the pleasure built, her voice trembled, rising with each sensation that took her closer to the edge. “Ah—” she gasped as he found that spot, her entire body arching into him. “Yes, I’m cumming” she whimpered, her moans spilling freely, no longer shy, each sound a testament to the rawness of her surrender, the depth of her need. When release finally claimed her, it crashed over her like a tidal wave, an all-consuming flood that left her gasping, body trembling as she clung to him. She let out a keening cry, her voice breaking into soft, shuddering moans, her fingers curling against him as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her, leaving her breathless and dazed.

The pleasure was pure, untainted by guilt or hesitation, a dizzying blend of bliss and vulnerability. She felt herself come undone, a thousand stars scattering behind her closed eyelids, each pulse of pleasure brighter than the last. She gasped, her voice a whisper as her senses dissolved, leaving her floating, utterly open and alive in his arms.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she lost herself in the moment, in him. His hands never stopped their slow, sensual caress, letting her enjoy every last bit of her release. His lips never stopped their sweet murmurs of praise as he held her, supported her, guided her through the waves of bliss that crashed over her again and again.

When she finally stilled, panting and spent in his arms, Wonyoung felt something she hadn't in years—free. Free to be herself, free to feel, free to love. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, a smile spreading across her face.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "Thank you for helping me let go."

He just smiled, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You never have to thank me for that, baby," he murmured, his arms tightening around her. "I'm always here to help you, no matter what."

In the stillness of the night, two souls lay intertwined, wrapped in the embrace of intimacy and comfort. For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the rhythmic cadence of their breaths, akin to a gentle melody that enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth. Wonyoung felt a profound sense of peace that had eluded her for far too long, nestled snugly against his chest.

He looked down at her, marveling at the sheer beauty of the moment as the golden rays of the setting sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow around them. The tender strokes of his fingers dancing along her back were like a soothing balm, a gentle reminder that she was cherished, easing the weight of her worries and insecurities that often clung to her like a second skin. Each caress felt deliberate, as if he were painting a masterpiece against her skin, and with every touch, she could feel the tension melt away, leaving her breathless and weightless.

Devoid of the pressure and expectations that characterized her public persona, Wonyoung felt free to be simply herself. The world outside faded into a distant murmur, and for once, the gleaming lights and flashing cameras were nothing more than faint memories. In his embrace, she was not the polished idol; she was simply a woman allowing herself to experience vulnerability.

The usual assertiveness of her personality melted into a soft bundle of intimacy. She took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent of him, a mix of her favorite cologne and something uniquely his that made her heart flutter. She turned her head slightly, resting her cheek against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat sync with her own. It was a melody of trust, of safety, allowing her to lower the walls she’d so carefully constructed over the years.

As they sat there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, she shared a rare smile, a smile that spoke of the unguarded joy that danced in the depths of her eyes. In that quiet sanctuary of their shared space, Wonyoung finally understood that the pressures of the world, the expectations from fans and industry executives, had no claim over this moment. Here, with him, she was stripped of her titles and achievements. She was just Wony — beautifully flawed, wonderfully imperfect, and so deeply human. In the gentle confines of his arms, she felt liberated, ready to embrace every fragment of herself she had kept hidden away.

“I don't know what I did to be so lucky to have you in my life, Thank you so much,” she murmured softly, her words barely breaking the silence, yet carrying an ocean of emotion.

His heart swelled at her gratitude. “You don’t have to thank me, Wony,” he replied, his voice low and reassuring as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

With deliberate slowness, he shifted to tuck a blanket around them, ensuring that the warmth of their connection extended beyond just their bodies. Every gesture was measured, an unspoken promise to hold her carefully, to shield her from the chaos of the outside world. As he enveloped her further into the warmth, she exhaled a soft sigh, feeling the cares of the day slip away like grains of sand through her fingers.

The comforting weight of the blanket, combined with his unwavering presence, created an oasis of tranquility. Wonyoung nestled closer, her fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, inhaling the familiar scent of him — a blend of warmth, safety, and love. It was a scent that anchored her, reminding her that here, with him, she could fully let go and simply be.

“Your happiness means everything to me,” he murmured softly, wrapping his arms around Wony. “I love taking care of you; it’s my greatest joy.”

In the quiet sanctuary of their shared space, Wonyoung surrendered to the day's final embrace. The weight of hours spent apart now gave way to the serene pull of sleep, a tide of weariness that beckoned her to its peaceful shores. Yet, as the siren call of rest tempted her consciousness, a single, sacred ritual anchored her to the waking world—a phrase that had blossomed into their own secret lexicon, a testament to a bond that defied the physical realm. "Oppaaa… can I have… tucky?" she whispered, her voice a tender plea in the dimly lit room.

The words hung in the air, a delicate invocation, and his heart responded with a symphony of flutters. It was a request that transcended mere comfort; it was the embodiment of a profound craving for closeness, a need that only their unique connection could satisfy. "Of course, baby," he replied, his voice a soothing balm, wrapped in the warmth of a smile that illuminated the shadows.

With meticulous care, he began to undress, each movement a silent vow to honor the sanctity of her comfort. His actions were a dance of devotion, a series of quiet gestures that spoke volumes of his desire to bridge the gap between their bodies while preserving the delicate fabric of her ease.

As Wonyoung positioned herself atop him, her lithe form a perfect complement to his, their bodies began a silent conversation. Her thighs, soft and supple, cradled his hips, while her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into an embrace that promised refuge. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his awaiting form, her slickness guiding him into the heart of her warmth. A gasp, soft and surrendering, escaped her lips as he filled her, stretching her to the brink of pleasure.

In the close warmth of their embrace, Wonyoung's breasts, soft and tender, pressed against the firm contours of his chest. Each breath they shared caused her hardened nipples to graze his skin, a delicate friction that stoked the flames of their desire. Her core, a molten haven, clenched around his length, a rhythmic pulse that echoed the beating of their hearts."

Their dance was unhurried, a languid exploration of the connection that bound them. It was a communion of souls, a testament to the depth of their understanding. With each undulation of Wonyoung's hips, their bodies found solace.

Lost in the comfort of his arms, Wonyoung's sighs mingled with the quiet of the room, a harmony of contentment. Her cheek, nestled in the crook of his neck, inhaled the familiar scent that clung to his skin—a scent that whispered of safety and belonging. Thoughts dissolved into the ether, replaced by the exquisite sensations that coursed through her. Her fingertips, light as a feather's touch, traced the contours of his back, each stroke deepening their connection.

The pleasure that built within her was a slow simmer, a crescendo that threatened to consume them both. Yet, Wonyoung reveled in the anticipation, drawing out the sweet agony of their union. She clung to the moment, unwilling to relinquish the closeness that enveloped them, a closeness that made the world beyond their embrace seem a distant memory.

"You're so perfect," he murmured into her hair, his words a tender confession. "I love you so much. Just like this. Just us." His voice, laden with emotion, was a testament to the depth of his affection. In the stillness of their shared space, their love was a living entity, a force that rendered them invincible in their vulnerability.

Wonyoung smiled at his words, a small, contented grin that reached her eyes as she nuzzled closer. She gently traced slow, lazy patterns across his skin with her fingertips, feeling the soothing rise and fall of his chest beneath her touch. Each caress brought a fresh wave of calm, a deeper sense of security, and a love that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. She had never felt so cherished, so at peace.

“I love you,” she murmured softly, her voice a delicate whisper filled with gratitude, knowing he understood her heart without needing to say more.

“I love you too, baby, so much,” he replied, his voice tender as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. There was something deeper in his touch—a promise, a vow of unconditional love and support that she could always count on.

As Wonyoung’s body relaxed fully into his, her breathing slowing, he focused on the simple, quiet joy of having her close. The rhythm of her heartbeat matched the serenity of the room, each gentle beat echoing the contentment swelling in his chest. He realized this wasn’t just an intimate moment; it was their sanctuary, a home they had built within each other where love grew and thrived.

“You make me feel safe,” she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable, as if confessing a secret.

He smiled, holding her even closer. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he replied softly, his voice thick with emotion. “To be the place where you feel at home.”

Wonyoung’s eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion washed over her. She hummed in content, her voice sleepy but full of warmth as she faded into the quiet, but the love in her tone was unmistakable.

Time seemed to stand still. The world outside—with its chaos and noise—faded into a distant memory, leaving only the peaceful calm that wrapped around Wonyoung and him. In this moment, together, they were safe. Together, they were whole.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Would You Like That?

aegon x niece!reader / daemon x daughter!reader / aegon x daemon  

Summary: Coming back to court after years for an already settled succession was something you weren’t looking forward to, but when you saw Aegon again you couldn’t care less of to why you were in Kings Landing again. All of your old feelings came flooding in no matter that you’ve been sharing your bed with someone else and he’s sitting across the table staring at the both of you.

Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, vulgar language, cheating, fingering, oral(f), masturbation(f+m), dom!daemon(duh), sub!aeg bc i love him, anal(m), p in v, some slight choking, daddy kink(duh), breeding kink and i never ever ever thought the day would come that i would type ‘a hint of m!preg’ but here we are bc daemon just wants u both swollen and leaking so ! !!

Authors Note: alexa play best of both worlds by hannah montana 🫶🏻 father daughter tag teaming aegon?? daemon wrecking aegon and reader?? everyone is fucking - obvs ive stayed at the dinner scene in s1ep8 bc here we are again 

Word Count: 4.6k 

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Today has been long to say the least. Court had held so much animosity and hatred you felt as if it had gone on for hours. When Vaemond had gone down the line of you and your siblings proclaiming that each of you could very well have your own father, you knew it would end poorly. When your father had caused that scene you were thankful because it allowed court to end and offer you some reprieve before dinner.

When you took your seat at the table you immediately grabbed for the flagon of wine and groaned when your uncle reached it first. He offered you a simpering smile as he grabbed your glass and filled it before setting it down in front of you. He fills his own cup before scooting his chair closer to yours and taking his seat. 

“Can I help you?” you turn to Aegon with raised brows.

“It’s been years, my niece. Am I not allowed to have missed you?” he whispers lowly. 

“And what exactly did you miss?” you turn to him with a smile. 

“Fisting your soft silver hair as you sucked my cock.” his words settle deep within your stomach. 

“Mm, I’ve gained better judgment now.” you pray your cheeks don’t flush. “And better taste.” you look him over before grabbing your cup of wine. 

“And better taste is what?” he looks down past you. “Brown hair?” he raises his brow at you. 

“If you listened at court you would know they’re betrothed to Rhaena and Baela.” you hiss pushing him back in his seat. 

“A man being married isn’t something that ever seemed to stop you.” you flash your eyes to him in annoyance. “No husband for you?” he tilts his head with a smirk. 

“As if my father would allow that.” you look across the table and see Daemon already staring at you. 

“Vaemond was right enough about the parentage.” he watches your head snap over to him. “But no betrothal for his first daughter?” Aegon hums. “Unless he’s claimed you as his.” he smirks watching you flush. “Mm, that’s it, isn’t it? Does daddy Daemon play with your cunny at night?” he watches you shift in the seat. 

“That's none of your concern.” you hiss. 

“Does he know I had you first?” he leans in closer to you and looks across the table as Daemon. “Do you think he can tell?” he leans closer and your eyes flutter shut before your father clears his throat. “He can.” he hums sitting back. 

You reach for your wine and look at Daemon over the edge of your cup. He’s sitting rigid next to your mother. He can’t believe you would act like this at the dinner table and with him, Aegon, of all people. He clenches his fists on the table as he keeps his eyes locked on you. Aegon looks across the table at Daemon with a smirk as he leans into your ear once more. 

“When I fuck you later I know he’s going to come and watch.” his lips brush against your ear. “You want daddy to see how your little cunny cries for me? How you beg for it? Crawl for it?” your nails are dug into the wood of the table at his low words. 

Daemon is about to rise from the table when his brother beats him to it, spouting off about becoming a family once more. He can’t focus on anything else but you and the way you’re leaning into Aegon. He can see your desire all over your face and the flush that's slowly creeping up your neck. He clenches his jaw as Aegon stays buried in your neck with no care for your surroundings. 

You look around the table thankful no one is paying attention to the way you and Aegon are sticking to each other. You refuse to look at the eyes you can feel glaring at you across from the table. Truth be told you were excited to no end at the endless possibilities of what your father will do. You hadn’t even planned on going back to Aegon on this trip but Gods the years had treated him well and his low words make you want to come up with an excuse to leave the hall with him now.

As if the Gods had heard you, Aemond slams his fist to the table and the next couple of minutes provide the distraction you need. Your eyes meet Aegons and you both grab your cups of wine and slip out of the dining hall. Guards rush past the both of you and you both turn the hall and all the memories of your shared youth come flooding back. He grabs your free hand and tugs you up the stairs making a straight line for his chambers. 

You’re both out of breath and gulping down your wine once you’re sealed in his chambers. He takes your empty cup and tosses it to the side along with his before he pulls you against him. His lips crash into yours backing you up quickly to his bed. There is nothing sweet about the gesture; this is purely for pleasure, purely for the feeling, the memories. When your back meets his bed he’s pushing your dress up and pressing his face against your small clothes. 

“Gods you’re such a beast.” your words are more pleasure filled than you’d prefer as he licks up your small clothes. 

“Why are these so wet? All this from a couple hushed words?” his breath fans against the dampened fabric. He pulls the fabric to the side and quickly flicks against your bud watching you arch off the bed. “Fuck,” he groans and pulls your center flush against his mouth. 

“Aegon,” you pant, gripping your covered breasts. 

He’s licking at you so fast you can’t catch your breath. Your gasps and the sound of him lapping at your wetness fill the room. You start to rock against his face feeling your pleasure build and his fingers dig into your hips helping you grind against him. You’re on the edge when you and Aegon jolt at a door being slammed. You peel your eyes open and see your father standing at one of the tunnel entrances. Aegon looks back up at you before returning to your glistening cunny. 

“Stand up and get on the bed.” Daemon's voice holds no humor and Aegon turns to him with a raised brow.

“Maybe you don’t know what it sounds like but she was just about to come.” Aegon looks him over before turning back to you once more. “Where was I?” he smirks at you but you're looking behind him as Daemon walks over to the bed. 

“Do not think that I won’t put you on that bed myself.” Daemon stands above Aegon who sighs. Reluctantly Aegon moves from between your thighs and sits on the edge of the bed and offers Daemon a bored expression. “Let daddy show you how she likes to be pleased.” both you and Aegon snap your eyes up to him. 

“I know how to please her.” he looks up at Daemon unimpressed.

“Do you?” Daemon turns his full attention to Aegon. “You haven’t even taken her gown off.” he shakes his head. “You’re supposed to take your time with my sweet girl.” he turns to you and cups your face. 

“I can make her come whether her gown is on or not.” Daemon sighs at Aegon's words and turns to him. 

“That’s not the point I’m making.” Daemon says lowly and you grab his hand not wanting him to ruin your night. 

“And what is the point you’re trying to make?” Aegon rolls his eyes. 

“That you need to be more grateful that I’m even allowing this and to treat her how she deserves to be treated.” he tugs Aegon up by his tunic. “She’s not one of your little whores.” your eyes widen when he grabs Aegon's face. 

“No, but she likes to be fucked like one.” he chuckles when Daemon tightens his grip on his cheeks. 

“Please daddy,” they both turn to you at your soft whine. 

“She’s obviously not talking to you.” he pushes Aegon back onto the bed. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” 

“I wanna come.” you pout. “Aeg was about to make me.” you tug his hand. “Please.” he pulls you up from the bed and you fall against his chest. 

Aegon watches with raised brows as Daemon starts to unlace your dress. He never thought Daemon would join the both of you but he’s not exactly opposed to it either. Gods he would probably be content to be the one watching. He sits up straighter once Daemon shoves your dress down to the ground. Aegon smirks when your slip is next to follow and you're bare before the both of them. 

“Go lay on the bed so daddy can show Aegon what you like.” he scoots you over and Aegon watches as you take your place next to him once more. “Do not touch her yet or I won’t let you come tonight.” he gives Aegon a pointed look. 

Aegon blinks up at Daemon at a loss for words watching him kneel down and press your thighs open against his bed. You let your eyes flutter shut when you feel soft kisses on the insides of your thighs before he kisses along the sides of your slit. The moment Daemon wraps his lips around your bud Aegon’s ears are greeted by the sweetest whine he’s ever heard. 

“Daddy, mm dad- yes,” Aegon watches you arch off the bed and he so badly just wants to reach out and touch you. He looks down and sees Daemon kissing your cunny with absolute devotion and decides he wants to do that next if it earns him the sounds you’re currently making,  “I- I’m,” a string of whimpers leave your mouth as you fall apart on his face. “Thank you, thank you,” your whole body is trembling as you watch him kiss up your body. 

“You see, if you take your time and kiss her little cunny just right she’ll fall apart in seconds.” Daemon slides his eyes over to Aegon. “Now come here and make her come.” he stands back and makes room for Aegon. 

“I could’ve made her come before..” Aegon trails off settling between your thighs once more. 

“I didn’t ask for your words.” Daemon says lowly sitting next to you on the bed. “Tell daddy if Aegon does a good job.” he looks down at you and brushes your hair off your neck. “Well what are you waiting for?” Daemon turns his attention back to Aegon. 

“You said that I couldn’t touch her or you won’t let me come.” Daemon smirks, watching his cheeks redden. 

“Mm,” he props himself up more and tilts his head at Aegon. “Ask me.” he nods and you whine getting impatient. “Hush.” he whispers down at you.

“Can I touch her?” Aegon watches as Daemon's eyes darken. “Please?” he’s ready to plead again but Daemon nods his head once and he dives between your legs. 

Aegon’s quick tongue has you arching off the bed with a string of whines leaving your lips. You gasp when he presses his tongue into your core and you look up at Daemon who’s already watching you. You pant when Aegon encases your bud as you start to rock against his face. 

“Is Aegon doing a good job?” he brushes your hair back. “Is he licking at your little cunny the way you like?” he chuckles when you nod your head quickly. 

“Yes, Aegon,” you shutter as your pleasure crests. “So good, I’m- I, Aeg,” you fall apart and Aegon continues to lap at you before pulling back. 

“I knew you could be a good boy for me.” Aegon’s breathing deepens at Daemon's words. “Come up here to me.” he pats the bed next to him and Aegon is next to him a moment later. “Mm and you listen.” he smiles watching Aegon’s pupils dilate. 

Daemon stands and has Aegon move into the space next to you. He looks down at the both of you with excitement dancing under his skin at having the both of you like this for him. He leans over you first and presses his lips to yours. You gasp when he slips two fingers into you before kissing down your neck and glancing over at Aegon who is watching the both of you with his lips between his teeth. 

Daemon keeps moving his fingers in you before he leans over and takes Aegon’s lips for himself. Aegon melts into his touch and is trying to stop himself from arching up into Daemon's touch. You rock your hips on Daemon's hand as you watch them next to you. Daemon starts to kiss across Aegon’s neck and chuckles as the whimpers he’s letting spill free. 

“Gods you’re desperate aren’t you?” he leans back and Aegon goes to reach up but hesitates. “Tell daddy what you want.” Daemon continues to hover above Aegon waiting for his words. 

“You. This. Both of you.” you whimper at Aegon’s words. 

“Please,” you and Aegon whine. 

“I’m sorry.” Aegon turns to you with a pout. “I was supposed to fuck you so thoroughly.” he rolls on his side and presses his lips to yours and Daemon speeds up his fingers in you. 

You whine into Aegons mouth and Daemon offers him praise as he brings his fingers down to swirl around your bud. Daemon leans down over the both of you and the three of you are a mess of tongues and breaths. Your pleasure washes through you in the midst of everything and they both press their lips all over your neck and face before pulling back so you can all catch your breath.

“Have you been with a man before?” Aegon nods quickly at Daemon's words. 

“Where’s your oil?” Aegon’s cock throbs at his words. 

“On the table over there.” Daemon is up and retrieving the small carafe. 

“Daddy, I wanted to fuck Aegon.” you pout as he comes back over to the bed. 

“We both can.” his soft words go straight to Aegon’s cock. “Would you like that?” he tilts Aegon's chin up. 

“Please yes,” Aegon’s cock is hard and pressing at his trousers. “Please.” Aegon's begging is music to Daemon's ears. “My cock hurts, I wanna take my clothes off.” he whines looking up at Daemon. 

“Stand up so I can help you.” Daemon pulls him closer and pushes his hair back. “Come help me undress Aegon, sweet girl.” Aegon trembles when your hands are softly squeezing at his waist letting your fingers slip under his tunic and press against his warm skin. 

Daemon leans down and takes Aegon’s lips as you let your hands roam all over his body. Aegon doesn’t know who to lean into as you both press against him. Daemon pulls back and you lift his tunic off and attach back to him pressing your lips across his back. He swallows as Daemon starts to unlace his trousers. He pushes them down and sighs in relief as his cock springs free. 

“Oh Gods,” Aegon lets out a low groan as Daemon wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slowly stroke him.

“Don’t daddy’s fingers feel so good?” you press your lips against Aegon's neck. “Just wait until they’re inside you.” Daemon chuckles when Aegon’s cock twitches. 

“Would you like that, sweet boy?” Daemon tightens his grip and swipes his thumb at his leaking tip. “Hm? Tell me.” he whispers, grabbing Aegon's chin and making him look up at him. 

“Please daddy,” Daemon's smile widens at Aegon’s soft plea. 

“Shh,” he smooths Aegon’s hair back as his hips start to jerk into Daemon's hand. “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” he lets go of Aegon’s cock and turns him towards you. “But I want you to take care of my sweet girl first.” he starts to press his lips to the back of his neck. 

You pull Aegon's lips down to yours and you wrap your arms around him. Aegon pulls back only to help you lay back on the bed and crawl back over you. He presses his forehead to yours as he humps against you and you squirm around as his tip slides up your wetness. Daemon watches you two tangle together as he starts to tug his own clothes off. He watches Aegon's head pop up and turn back to him. 

“Can I fuck her? Please?” he’s panting and his cock won’t stop leaking and he just wants to be inside you so badly. 

“That’s a good boy for asking.” Daemon nods. “Go ahead.” he watches Aegon turn back to you with a smile. 

“Aegon,” you whimper as he starts to push into you. 

Aegon presses his lips to yours as he begins to rock into you. A small cry falls from your lips at his stretch before he starts to thrust into you. Your tongues and teeth are clashing as you pull and coax pleasure from each other. You chuckle softly as he whines when Daemon trickles the oil down his backside. His pace falters slightly when Daemon trails a finger between his cheeks. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth. 

“Keep moving.” Daemon���s words have him pushing into you once more. “Is Aegon doing a good job?” Daemon coos down at you as he circles a finger around Aegon’s hole. 

“So good.” you nod your head, holding onto Aegon’s shoulders as he snaps his hips into yours. 

Your pleasure is thrumming through your body at the feel of Aegon but also watching your father slowly wreck him. Aegon lets out a low whine and stops his movements when Daemon pushes a slick finger into him. He presses his lips to his shoulder as he starts to pump his finger faster and Aegon slowly starts to rock into you once more. Aegon’s head is spinning from the pleasure fully engulfing him. His hips stop once more when Daemon slides another finger in and he bites down on his shoulder. 

“Play with her cunny if you’re going to stop every time.” Aegon nods and you gasp as his fingers circle your bud. 

“Fuck,” Aegon’s eyes shut as you squeeze around him as Daemon circles a third finger pouring more oil in the process. 

“Aegon,” you tremble in the cusp of pleasure. 

Aegon doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back his pleasure if you come around him at this moment. Daemon smirks watching you both shake and whimper underneath him. He presses a third finger into Aegon and watches his back straighten as your nails dig into his back followed by cries and gasps from the both of you. 

“Do you both just feel so good?” Daemon chuckles at the pleasure slurred words you both offer him in response. 

Aegon doesn’t know how he hasn’t collapsed onto you yet. You’re still fluttering around him and Daemon’s fingers are stretching him and pressing against the spot that has him hardening inside of you already. Daemon listens to Aegon’s small whines as he pulls his fingers out before pouring some oil on his cock. He watches as Aegon starts to rock his hips into and you peel your eyes open and press your lips against his neck. 

“Are you ready?” Daemon slides his hands up Aegon’s back before moving back down to his ass. 

Aegon nods and he stills his hips as you hold him closer listening to his soft noises. Daemon presses his tip into Aegon and he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. With every inch Daemon offers him, he replies with a whimper. As your father presses fully into Aegon, he presses fully into you leaving you both squirming. Aegon presses his lips to yours when  Daemon starts to pull out of him working up to a steady rhythm. 

Aegon’s hips thrust into yours with every snap of Daemon's hips into his. Daemon digs his fingers into Aegon’s ass as he continues to push into him. Daemon watches as Aegon presses your hands into the mattress and smirks pressing you both into the bed and engulfing your hands. Your breathing deepens as you begin to be rocked into the mattress. 

Aegon watches as your eyes roll back as he’s pushed into you by Daemon. Daemon's cock is stretching him so thoroughly it’s hard for him to focus on anything else. He’s surrounded by pleasure and has no care for any of the sounds that are leaving his mouth. Daemon slowly lifts up and you both suck in air before Daemon starts pounding into Aegon. 

“Aegon,” you gasp. “Daddy,” you call out, feeling your pleasure rising. 

“You’re both doing so good for daddy.” Daemon smiles at the whimpers his words elicit. 

“I’m gonna- I’m,” Aegon pants feeling his pleasure soaring.

“Make her come first.” Daemon wraps his hand around Aegon’s throat and presses his lips to the side of his neck. “Be a good boy and make her come.” his thrusts become more demanding, clouding Aegon’s head as he thrusts into you. 

“Mm, please,” you burst around him at the sight of him blissed out from your father. 

“That’s daddy’s good boy.” Aegon spills his pleasure inside of you and goes limp. “You did so good.” he helps him off of you and lays him on the bed next to you. “Very good.” he places one last kiss on his lips before he turns to you. 

“You’ve been such a good and patient girl tonight.” he grabs your legs and presses them up to your chest. “Let Aegon make such a mess in your cunny.” he chuckles watching the come still leak out of you. 

Daemon slides inside of you with ease and groans at your warmth. You reach out and grab Aegon's arm as Daemon fucks you into the bed. Your other hand is gripped into Daemon’s that’s holding your legs up. Aegon rolls over and curls against you before attaching to one of your nipples. You let go of his hand and tangle into his hair instead as you feel yourself about to fall apart. 

“I’m- I,” you arch into Aegon’s mouth as you pulse around Daemon. “Thank you,” you whine as he continues to snap his hips into you. “Thank you daddy,” you squeak when you feel him start to fill you. 

“Fuck,” Daemon groans slowing his hips. “You both did so good for me.” he pulls out of you and watches his come leak from you. 

Your legs flatten against the bed and Daemon crawls over the both of you to press his lips against each of your foreheads. He showers you both with praise and he relishes at the way you both cling on to him desperately. Your soft pleas have his cock hardening once more and he pulls back looking at yours and Aegon's flushed cheeks. 

“Both on your tummy’s.” he stands at the edge of the bed and watches you two roll over. “Ass’s up.” he brings his one hand to rest on each of yours and Aegon's lower backs. “Now I want you to both play with yourself while daddy goes back and forth between fucking you both.” he grabs his cock and strokes himself watching as you two listen. 

Aegon starts to pump himself at the same time you start to swirl your fingers around your bud. Daemon watches as you two play with yourselves before turning your heads to each other. In a couple of scoots and breaths your lips are smashed together as you both search for more pleasure. Daemon scoops some of the pleasure from your cunny and presses it to Aegon’s hole before he starts to dip his tip in. 

“Fuck,” Aegon abandons his cock and digs into the sheets. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Daemon lands his hand on Aegon’s ass. Aegon jolts and wraps his hand around his aching cock. “Good boy.” Daemon starts to hammer into him. Your fingers speed up as you watch Aegon's eyes slowly shut as he’s pushed up the bed. “Don’t come yet.” Daemon chuckles and pulls out. 

“No, please,” Aegon whimpers. 

“Don’t be greedy.” Daemon drawls and presses himself into your core. “Gods you're stuffed full of come.” he groans watching his cock come out coated after every pump. “Would you be terribly mad if daddy filled Aegon next?” you whine at his words. “I’ll let you come right now.” he whispers, replacing your hand with his and circling your bud quickly. 

“Yes, yes daddy,” you collapse onto the bed as your high rips through you.

Daemon pulls out of you quickly, watching your cunny pulse and seep with pleasure. Aegon buries his head into the mattress as Daemon pushes himself back inside. He can barely move his hand up his length and he cries out when Daemon bats his hand away and strokes him himself. He rolls his hips as Aegon presses back into him letting out small gasps. Daemon presses his lips against Aegon’s neck, smiling at the small cries of his name. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” Daemon whispers, feeling Aegon’s cock leaking even more. “Such a good boy. Taking everything I give you.” his thrusts become sharp. “My sweet girl was feeling so generous that she’s letting me fill you tonight.” his hands tangle in Aegon's hair and turn his head towards you. “Say thank you.” he watches as you peel your eyes open. 

“Thank you,” Aegon slurs. “Thank you,” he looks back up at Daemon. 

“Mm, daddy’s good boy who just wants to be filled.” Daemon coos as Aegon pushes his hips back into him. 

“Yes,” Aegon pants. “Please, please,” Daemon smirks as he feels Aegon twitch in his hand. 

Daemon squeezes around Aegon’s tip and he explodes going limp against the bed. Daemon grips Aegon’s hips and pounds into him before letting out a string of curses as he pumps his seed into Aegon. He pulls out and looks between the both of you laying on the bed as pleasure seeps out between your legs. He whispers at you both to move apart and he settles between you two and smiles as you both curl into him. He smoothes your hair and whispers words of praises as he caresses the both of you.

“Can we take him home with us?” you mumble pressing your lips against Daemon's chest. “Please? I’ll keep him in my chambers?” Daemon chuckles as you reach across and cup Aegon's cheek. 

“It would probably solve a lot of problems.” he watches as you and Aegon press your lips together across his stomach. 

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High Rise ft. IVE Wonyoung

Pairing: IVE Wonyoung x Male Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.4k Tags: Daddy kink, Exhibitionism, Choking A/N: i said i would didn't i? probably the fastest i've made a fic recently which also means please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes you find. might not be my best work but it sure was fun to write o7 Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction/parody

Dating a k-pop idol wasn’t easy. Especially when you were a so-called commoner. There were the obvious reasons, like you had to keep your relationship a secret until they reached their thirties, if you made it that long.And the not-so-obvious reasons; like watching your girlfriend parade around in sexy stage outfits and having to contain your desire to fuck her in them.

Or maybe that was just you.

When your girlfriend was Jang Wonyoung, a hyper-popular It girl – you cringed at even thinking those words aloud – the restrictions were even worse. Like that one time you had wanted to bring her flowers at her group's concert in Seoul and had to be snuck backstage with a bag over your head. Or the time someone had caught the two of you flirting candidly and Wonyoung blurted out that you were her cousin to save face. Embarrassing but somehow also cute when it came from her.

All this was to say it wasn’t easy.

But it certainly wasn’t without its benefits.

“Fuck, that one looks so good, princess,” you praised.

You snapped another photo as Wonyoung posed, biting her bottom lips and giving the camera a smoldering look. She hooked her fingers into her hip-hugging jeans, tugging them slightly as you quickly snapped another series of photos.

Honestly, you were somewhat shocked when Wonyoung told you her idea. It had felt provocative, mature even, and thus far each photo had proved that assumption right. But you rarely, if ever said no to her, even if her motivations were somewhat questionable. In fact, you wondered if this was all your fault.

“You left a like on Yuna-nim’s photo,” Wonyoung had said at the time. Her tone carried an accusatory hint.

“Did I?” you had stammered, trying to play naive. “I was just scrolling my feed and must’ve double tapped.”

“So you follow them?”

“Them?”

“Other girl groups,” Wonyoung clarified.

One thing you had learned about the IVE princess was that while she was sweet as a button on most days, she carried a jealous streak that verged on volatile. Sharing was not in her programming, least of all when it came to you.

You had recognized the trap forming but it had been too late. “Well, I mean, just to keep up. You know you do challenges sometimes and appear on their feeds.”

Her arms crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side and slight pout was all the answer you needed.

That week you had gone without any physical contact from your girlfriend. Though she made sure to send you the filthiest selfies possible throughout. Which, oddly, worked. Because no matter how much you touched yourself to the photos she sent, it didn’t compare to the real thing.

It had seemed like the incident was over and in the past but as you snapped a few more photos of Wonyoung by the windowsill, you briefly wondered if this stemmed from it as well.

“Are you sure you’re going to post these on Instagram?” you asked, after a particularly racy photo.

“Mhm,” Wonyoung nodded. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. Remember the bathroom?”

“Oh, I remember.”

You also remembered the ones that hadn’t made it to social media and were sent directly to you. But this still felt even more daring than this.

“How many likes do you think this will get?” she asked, coolly, giving the camera a sultry look. An innocent question. At least on the surface. But you remembered her comment one night as you two relaxed together.

“Besides, it’s to promote the sponsor, that’s all. This will get the most engagements,” she added. Her gaze dropped and a small smirk formed on her lips, “In fact, I’d say it’s already working.”

You followed her gaze, looking down to see a rather obvious tent had formed in your sweatpants. You laughed, a flush coloring your cheeks. “Well, shit. Can you blame me?”

“I guess I can’t,” Wonyoung said coolly.

The way she unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, spoke to more mischief however.

“Wony,” you wet your dry lips, “Are we still doing the shoot?”

“Mhm “ she nodded cutely, “Of course.”

She did another pose, pushing the waist of the jeans down to expose the lace underwear she had on underneath.

“You know, I love it up here. It’s perfect,” Wonyoung said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah…” you muttered, more focused on the sight of her exposed abs and smooth skin than her question.

By here she was referring to the penthouse you were using for the photoshoot. Funny enough, she could easily afford a place like this on her own. Though that would only spur on more talk about inequality among the rookie group.

“Being so high up…” she turned her head to look out the window. Your breath caught as you watched delicate fingers slip inside of her jeans. “We can see everything but no one can see us. Even if we were naked against this window they’d never know…”

Now you weren’t the smartest bulb in the room. In fact, sometimes you wondered if it was your self-proclaimed himbo status that Wonyoung liked most about you. But even you could put two and two together. And Wonyoung’s words combined with the side-eyed glance she was giving you were all screaming one thing.

“I could show my naked body to all of Seoul and no one. would. know.”

Her tongue pronounced every syllable while she locked eyes with you. As sweet and kind as Wonyoung could be she had an undeniable minx side to her. You were also fairly certain your girlfriend got off on the power high of being such a desired person but you had never actually confirmed that.

If you were starting to get hard when she pointed it out earlier, you were practically aching now. You tossed your phone onto the couch and made your way over to where Wonyoung was by the window. She let out a delighted squeal as you pushed her up against the glass, kissing her passionately.

Your hands moved against her stomach, feeling her toned abs that were shown off by the outfit she was wearing. Honestly, you should send a bouquet to whatever designer sent this to her to promote. You nipped at Wonyoung's bottom lip, your hands sliding into her unbuttoned pants to squeeze her ass.

"It took you long enough," Wonyoung gasped, mischief gleaming in her eyes. "I thought was going to have to beg you to fuck me."

Your cock twitched, straining painfully against your jeans, "You still could you know."

She must have been in a good mood because the idol looked at you with large eyes, biting on her bottom lip. "Please fuck me against the window, daddy."

Oh.

You see, it had taken some time but you learned that your girlfriend had two modes. The arrogant queen who knew all of Seoul was her playground and made you worship at her feet. Then there was the submissive princess who begged to be pleased until she was satisfied. Often her mood was some mixture of the two but neither one left you unsatisfied.

"If that's what the Princess wants," you growled.

A delighted smile crossed the idol's features followed by another joyful squeal when you spun her around to face the window. Her hands rose, catching herself as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. You could see the aroused flush creeping up her neck and coloring her round cheeks.

"Didn't you say something about showing everyone your tits?" you whispered in her ear.

Not waiting for a response, you pulled her top down, exposing her tits to the cool glass of the window earning a gasp from Wonyoung in response. You pressed further against her, the bulge in your pants pushing against her ass.

"This whole shoot was just to rile me up, wasn't it?" you said, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. Your hands moved quickly to yank the jean pants she was wearing, exposing the white lace panties that she had teased you with a peek of earlier.

"Maybe," Wonyoung mewled, arching her back perfectly.

Your hands hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal her bare ass to your hungry gaze, "Bullshit. You knew what you were doing."

"Maybe I just wanted to remind you of what's right in front of you," she said.

There it was. That switch up she was capable of. It also confirmed your theory that your girlfriend hadn't exactly forgiven and forgotten about the Instagram incident. Well, there was no time better than now to put the matter to bed. You gripped your cock, slipping it between her legs to get it slick from her dripping sex.

"Oh, I'm well aware of what's in front of me," you started. Slowly you began to slip your thick cock inside of her, inch by inch with each syllable. "The most beautiful." More. "Talented." More. "Gorgeous." More. "Perfect." More. "Princess."

"Fuck!" Wonyoung moaned, her forehead bracing against the window.

"Is the princess feeling full?"

"So, so full…" she cooed.

"And I didn't even get to mention how good a girlfriend you are," you teased.

You could feel her pussy quivering around your length, stretching to accommodate the familiar intrusion of your cock. Wonyoung's hands were splayed against the windows of the high-rise, her ass pushed out and into you. She was on full display and only you were lucky enough to see it.

You could take it slow with steady, languid strokes, gently fucking your girlfriend against the window. But something told you that wasn't what she nor you wanted at that moment. Your fingers flexed around her waist, pulling out your cock until just the tip remained inside of her before thrusting your entire length back inside of her. Wonyoung's body jolted with pleasure as she braced her nude body against the window.

"This is what you wanted isn't it?" Harder. "To know how much you turn me on." Faster. "To see how fucking hard you get me." Deeper. "No one else makes me like this." Repeat.

A mixture of mewls and moans fell from the idol's mouth at your relentless rhythm. Her head fell forward, her cheek pressed up against the glass. Perspiration was starting to form across her flawless skin and you had to resist the urge to lean forward and lick it up. You wanted to prove a point, to fuck Wonyoung to the point of exhaustion for the whole city to see. After that maybe you'd enjoy the little perversions.

"You probably say that to every - fuck - every girl," Wonyoung panted, glancing at you from over her shoulder. "You're probably just waiting to move onto the next idol you're drooling over."

She didn't say it with enough conviction for you to believe she truly felt that way. For starters, while Wonyoung may get jealous, she was not insecure. At least, not enough to ever think another idol was above her. It was more often a toxic possessive kind of jealousy. But nonetheless, in the heat of the moment you'd take the bait.

"Is that what you think?" he said, your breathing growing heavy with your harsh thrust. Conversation wasn't exactly easy at this pace. "Did you miss what I said earlier, huh?"

One hand moved from her waist to slip around Wonyoung's throat. She inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her throat as you squeezed. For a passing second there was no sound save for the repeated slaps of skin against skin as your hips were flush against Wonyoung's ass each time you entered her.

"I only want you," you finally gasp. "Always you."

Rather than another vulgar display to go along with your words, you merely lean over her, capturing her lips in a sideways kiss. It's messy and imperfect but it's also loving and passionate. Your tongues dance together all while your bodies remain intertwined. You can feel Wonyoung pussy quivering around your cock intensely as she moans into your mouth. When you pull back, you look at your girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you just cum from that?" you asked.

"S-shut up," Wonyoung retorted. You noticed a bright red hue of embarrassment coloring her cheeks before she hid her face, "Don't stop until you finish inside of me,"

It was always adorable when she continued trying to be dominant after her own orgasm. However, her words had an undeniable effect on you. "If that's what the princess wants."

You returned to the task at hand, focusing your efforts solely on chasing your first release and Wonyoung's second orgasm.

"Daddy," Wonyoung mewled, finding her voice. "I want you to cum, daddy. I want you to cum deep inside my tight pussy.""

You had a sinking suspicion that her words were payback for causing her embarrassing moments earlier. Her attempt at provoking you to blow your load sooner than you had intended to.

Regardless it worked to immediate effect. Your hips jerked, slamming against hers from behind. Your sweat-drenched body pressed flush against Wonyoung, pushing her up against the high-rise window. Your cock twitched, ropes of your sticky seed shooting inside of her womb as her walls convulsed around your length.

Of course the two things that pushed her over the edge would be you saying how you loved her and her revelling the power she had to make you cum on the spot. Truly a representative of her duality.

After a moment had passed and you began to regain your bearings you pressed a kiss to Wonyoung's shoulder.

"That was incredible, Wony," you muttered.

"I know," she said, her form practically radiating. "You weren't bad either."

You let out a chuckle, placing another lazy kiss to her skin, "Maybe we should've included that in the photoshoot."

Wonyoung smiled but didn't immediately respond. After a moment of delay she turned in your arms to look at you.

"Did you mean all those things you said?" she asked.

Her wide eyes looked at you and you reached up to brush aside a strand of sweat soaked hair. There was no hesitation in your response when you answered her.

"Absolutely. And don't you think otherwise for a second."

A smile beamed across the idol's face and she leaned forward, burying her face into your neck. Your arms wrapped around her and quietly you wondered if you weren't the luckiest man in the world.

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[giuliettagaltieri]

Where the Blue Roses Grow

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Snippets from the life of Gojō Satoru and yours. Where the two of you journey on a path that was predetermined for you, with hearts bruised and unforeseen emotions blossoming.

Warning: angst, unrequited love, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, arranged marriage, age gap, innuendos, deflowering, hints of dub/con, explicit sex, unprotected sex, implied breeding, breastfeeding, lactation kink, mild spoilers

Disclaimer: This is a miniseries, chapter length will be shorter than regular fics. The Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to their respective owners, reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of y/n bothers you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed to read the story.

Chapter Count: 9

Status: Completed

Masterlist

i. Breath of Spring

ii. Thirst for Sunshine

iii. Swarm of Bees

iv. Garden of Uncertainties

v. Cup of Warm Tea

vi. Dance of Mutual Seduction

vii. Giggles and Wiggles

viii. A Bouquet of Honeysuckle

ix. Honey, I'm Home

Omake

Omake 1 •

[scarasimping]

KINKTOBER #2

size kink - capitano

word count - 550

content: fem! anatomy on reader, size difference ofc cause capitano is huge, praise, little bit of belly buldge, begging, dacriphylia, ooc capitano cause ive never written him before

"That's my good girl…" Capitano's gruff voice sounded from above you, a hint of pride hidden in his tone as he watched you slowly take another inch of him in. His calloused hands were hooked under the back of your knees, practically folding you in half with little effort. As he hovered over you, he completely enveloped you with his body, his broad frame shielding you from looking at anything else but him.

Slowly, he slips into you a little more, his gaze fixed in between the two of you as your wet hole struggles to take in his thickness. It stretches to what must be its max, yet you're still not satisfied.

"Please…more," you slur out, head tossed back and fingers gripping onto the sheets beneath you. Already so far gone and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.

Sure, he spent a good half hour prepping you with his thick fingers and his tongue, making you cum a few times already just so you could fit him in, but to be so far gone from just a few inches of him pushed into your tight hole is so amusing to him.

You're squeezing around him so nicely, it's taking all his will to not just bully into your cunt all at once. He doesn't want to hurt you, but, archons, nothing has ever felt as good as you do right now.

"You think you can take more? Think you can take all of me today, darlin'?" His voice drawls out, leaning down to place a lingering kiss to your cheek as some of the tears spill from your eyes. The salty taste is welcome on his lips, a smile tugging its way onto his face at the sight of you eagerly nodding foe more of him despite feeling so full already. His hands, big enough to fully wrap around your whole thigh if he used both of them, caress the back of your thighs and press you further into the mattress. He begins to push more of his length inside you, kissing away each and every tear that spills from your waterline, until he feels himself bottom out inside of you for the first time.

A low groan slips out from the depths of his throat at the feeling of your warm walls encasing his entire length, his heavy balls squished against the roundness of your ass just begging to be emptied in you. The tip of him feels like it's grazing your cervix.

Capitano sits and waits for you to adjust for a few agonizing minutes, his cock twitching eagerly inside you.

Heavy breaths mix as he leans in and kisses you, before finally pulling back and making the first thrust. It takes everything you have to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape you, focusing on the feeling of his lips on yours instead.

"So good..taking me so good," he grunts out, his hand coming to rest on the bottom of your stomach when he feels it. Himself, moving around inside you, just barely showing through your tummy as he burrows into you once more.

"Gonna ruin you…" he promises, but he knows you can take it. When he's done with you, your insides will be molded into the shape of his cock.

[vyzz-undercover]

the voices have made this happen

[cato/f!ambassador]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(5,900ish words) (OUUGHHHHH)

CONTENT WARNINGS:

•slight dubcon

•hints of size kink [obligatory]

•vaginal fingering

•oral [f receiving]

•mild possessive behaviour

•the consequences of ignoring important medical devices

•mentions of (hypothetical) torture

•tumblrs recurringly cancerous formatting

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im back on my bullshit after having to do overnights so as payment to the dark gods of whoring and degeneracy i humbly offer this taglist of sweet darling who've indulged my insanity: @the-raven-lady, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @bispecsual, @lemon-russ, @kit-williams, @passionofthesith, @egrets-not-regrets, @moodymisty, @sinistermojo, @justeverythingnothingelse, @pluvio-tea, @thevoidscreams, @beckyninja, @yestheantichrist!!! if you wanna be tagged (or not) in the next let me know!!! also it may take me longer to do a part four to this namely because ive got more wageslaving ahead of me soon but alas i'll definitely have rowboat girlyman catch em. also maybe give cato some top. myehehehehe,,, AND THANK YOU FOR READING AS USUAL ILY ALL!!! :3

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Cato is just about leaving.

After having spent the better part of an hour discussing the predicted destruction pathway of a hive-fleet on the system's rim with his Father; it sends his balls into his throat when you nearly run into him in the chamber's huge archway.

It only takes a fraction of a second to catalogue your presence.

You're wearing the same utilitarian blue robe as you had been last week again.

Last week, when he'd been pounding you insensible on a lounge in the library—Cato promptly quashes the insidious memory, smothering down any sort of reaction. But there is a change in comparison to the dizzying reminder: there's a new addition to the reoccurring outfit.

You've brought a navy, high-collared turtleneck into the mix, layered below your lapels.

So, the efforts of his mouth hadn't gone unheeded, then.

Throne, if he's not smug, he's got no bloody clue what he is.

Cato steps aside and turns to allow you entrance first before his exit.

"Commander Sicarius," you lilt with a soft voice and a small downward tip of your chin, all while holding his gaze.

He's transfixed periodically at the honeyed sort of warmth in your eyes.

Despite himself, he lingers and greets you with a slow, "Lady Ambassador."

The left side of his mouth twitches upward in a half-aborted smirk that he quickly tries to mask as a stern, frown-nod combination.

You break the staring match and Cato's confident he's salvaged his slip-up without detection.

Or not—because oh, fuck—if he doesn't feel the burning focus of a Primarch's eyes boring a hole into the side of his head like a brand.

It only lasts an instant, but the second is an eternity to him.

Of course, you're oblivious to this subtle exchange—and promptly trot past him to his Father's vast desk.

"My Lord Primarch," you say with a curt little bow; and then Guilliman's attention is solely on you, his favourite little pet project. "I read the data-drives you instructed from the preceding article logging. I've arranged them back to the most recent mark counts."

You're looking for an empty spot to lay them on his table, but with all the meticulously arranged stacks, it's none too easy to find one.

"Perfect," the Primarch breaths, "Just on the side there is fine, don't worry."

Obligingly, you lay them atop a small mountain of paperwork.

"Do you need anything else of me, my Lord?" You chirp brightly, the tone of your voice so very painfully sweet—Cato is nearly overwhelmed fighting a pitched battle against the urge to run over, pick you up and shake you around suddenly.

Guilliman chuckles, waving one massive hand about vaguely, "You've done more than enough for me today, why don't we leave it at that for now, hm? Go on."

"Of course; thank you, and have a good evening, my Lord," You say, bow once more, and turn on your heel from the Primarch, and—and smile at Cato as you walk back towards the exit. That's—that's the first time you've smiled at him. His twin hearts lurch, slamming forward against the inside of his fused chest cavity. It's perfect abominable. You rotten temptress, he's—he's going to rectify that audacity later. Or now, if you're... possibly heading the same direction he is. Which is whatever direction you're going, purely by chance.

It's merely coincidence, he swears.

He's certainly not planning on hounding after you like a dog tailing a bitch in heat.

He's certainly not going to drag you into a side room the second he's sure no-one with a credible opinion's around.

He's certainly not going to indulge in anything heretical, like bending you bare over his knee for daring to taunt him.

Cato makes as if to fall in step behind you as you pass the threshold before him, but is quickly halted by his Father's curt, "I do not believe you have been dismissed, Cato."

He's never been subjected to such sinking dread quite so nonchalantly.

"Approach."

Cato complies stuffily, sparing a glance at your figure disappearing down the corridor before acquiescing. He's practically dragging his ceramite boots across the intricate rugs as he nears the Primarch's seated but colossal form.

Guilliman isn't looking at him, having had returned to notating a miscellaneous form.

The scritch-scratch of his gene-sire's preferred, yet archaic method of manually writing on the parchment is like someone grating a plate with a fork to his ears right now.

"You've gotten over your petty grievances regarding the Ambassador at last, I take it?" Guilliman asks, without looking up.

It is not Cato's duty to like or dislike. Nor is it to be biased without reason—his opinions are to be intellectual, not emotional. His duty is to assess, analyse and provide feedback, so that his Primarch can take it into account when making rulings and decisions.

Cato swallows around the proverbial hunk of drywall lodged in his throat and answers, "She has proven herself... useful, yes, sire."

Guilliman finally meets his eyes but says nothing for a short while. There's dark bags under his Primarch's eyes, and the deep, stern crease permanently between his dark blonde brows is a slight bit harsher, but the only thing Cato can parse out of the expression's intent is a vague sense of knowing. Because, insofar, he's thought himself quite adept at reading his Primarch; and rather well versed in deciphering the intricacies of his moods.

And right now, he feels like he's being read like an open manuscript.

The daunting prospect Cato's caught sinks it's teeth in his gullet. It's impossible, he's not left any room for suspicion, he's covered his tracks—there's no logical reason why he should be getting raked with such a look.

His gene-sire isn't a psyker nor omniscient, just impossibly intelligent—and so absurdly good at the mathematics of plotting and planning that it only appears superficially as if he is all-seeing. He can't possibly know what Cato has been doing—or rather, who he's been doing.

"It's about time," his Father hums abruptly, suddenly disinterested. "Now you're dismissed."

Cato nods, turns on his boot heel, and nigh bolts marches out the room. His proverbial tail definitely not between his legs.

The hall outside Guilliman's apartments is a central domed area that functions as a meeting area, where people go to one of six looming hallways. It's the bottom of a series of levels; and above, three echelons encircled by arcades and balustrades, framed on the exterior by engaged columns.

But the structure itself is immense and ancient, even by Imperial standards. One of the few still-original, unaltered parts of the great Gloriana-class warship's innards. It is doused in long swathes of red carpet and great standards of Magcraggian note, alongside glorious, heroic frescoes depicting Legiones Astartes in their thousands, crusading across the heavens with the Emperor their head.

Cato keeps his head down as he passes them, uneasy with guilt. Feeling as if their lenses are following him—intent on venturing into the lower layers to brood.

Several Astartes are hovering about amongst the personnel and serfs. The baselines look up at him in awe, and his Brothers nod in respect, but he pays them all no mind.

The furthest corridor beckons him, and so he goes; down the complex system of broad walks with high, barrel vault ceilings, mazing through the vessel's higher clearance reaches like arteries through a body.

Cato is seething, and self-admittedly itching to take a howler of a swing at the next thing that speaks to him.

He cuts down the southern channel and sees one of his subordinate Victrix Guard lingering in the middle of a groin vault intersection.

The younger Astartes is about to continue straight, yet he pauses.

Brother Marcellus meets Cato's eyes for a second, clearly notes his Commander's absolutely stinking mood from a hundred meters off; nods, swallows, takes a step backward—and changes direction to go left rather than pass him.

Cato's too pissed to even linger on the strangeness of the action.

Still, he doesn't rightly blame him.

Cato strides on, back straight, chin up—the red shawl pinned beneath his pauldrons swirling behind him.

His thoughts are eating at him the whole while.

He's sure his Primarch is just trying to innocently divine his sudden change of mind regarding you. There's no way his Father's aware of why. And yet, guilt is a big black wolf nipping at his ankles, making him hasten; and unease clouds about his heart. He's mortified, for lack of a better word.

The full implications of the situation are too enormous to be faced all at once; so he picks the smallest, most banal facet he can think of.

That being, you.

You, who he'll never see again if his Primarch finds out.

You, who's practically damned him without knowing it.

You, who he's now valiantly trying not to imagine in a hundred different circumstances where he gets away with it all. Each one more heretical than the last—it's like it was before he'd managed a hand on you: his body giving in to suffocating delusions, sleepless in his cot; lapping at whatever scant, lust-soaked morsels his mind offers up.

One of his favourites remains you scantily clad beneath a moonlit night sky, on the parapet of his ancestral fortress on the coastal edge of Perusia.

He likes to fantasise you like it there.

He suspects you would.

He knows just about all there is to know about you on paper, and wonders if you know much of Talassar. Or if you've read about Castra Tanagra. He assumes Guilliman would share the tale of that famed old battle with you as a part of your readings.

Each impossible reverie is a new shiny nail in his coffin, or dreadnaut—it depends where and how he dies, and if there's anything scrape up of him when he eventually goes down in a blaze of glory and duty, and honour.

If his Primarch catches him, there's going to be none of that.

He'll be struck from living record, like Titus had been. Cato would be lucky to get a little plaque in the deepest pits of the Fortress of Hera. Reduced to a whispered memory of his achievements passed solemnly between Captains, followed up with words of disappointment. Of waste. Until his memory dies with them and his deeds fade into obscurity, lost to any new brothers.

The fate that awaits you would somehow be worse. Cato was always going to die in war, as was his right—but you—you were not fashioned for such things. Yes, Guilliman enjoys you, but that fact won't save you. Just like it won't save Cato for all his usefulness. You'd be tried as a heretic, as a source of corruption upon the Legiones, and you'd be made to suffer; because torture ever comes before execution. You're so very soft weak in so very many ways. Your life lived in a gilded cage, without pain nor discomfort that extends further than grating professional grievances—he doesn't want to imagine the sound of you screaming, but he does.

He cannot stand the thought.

The sudden urge to barricade you in his chambers for permanent safe keeping is all-consuming.

It's suddenly all he can think about.

He has to find you.

The amount of serfs passing and parting to allow his passage thin out to nothing.

Even from the sterile confines of one of the many winding hallways, Cato abruptly swears he can hear the echoed rush of sandals—your sandals—reverberating off the floor.

He hadn't notice you following behind immediately because, damn it, he's spiralling thinking.

He chances a confrontation, and rounds about-face.

You stand there in the middle of the empty hallway like you've got a bolter aimed at you, frozen.

"Come here," he says, clipped.

You do not.

"Come here."

Again, no compliance.

"Do you pride yourself on being a idiot?" His voice is scathing now, taking a heavy step into your space and being met by you staying stock stiff, still. "Do you have any idea what that stunt of yours earlier might incur?"

"What?" You blink, finally animating. "I didn't do anything—"

"You know what you did," he hisses, accusatory. "You're hollow between the ears, but you're not blind."

Lips pursing tightly in mental deliberation, you make a fey noise of annoyance as a little frown graces your features, apparently not deigning to offer a comment back.

"Do you not understand that... this," he gesticulates between you both and his voice falls to a whisper. "This... is not common allowance?"

"It's not?"

Are you being intentionally dense at this point, or is it just second nature?

Cato raises a hand to knead the crease between his brows, "No."

"That explains a lot, actually," you say, seemingly without any real comprehension on the gravity of the matter. "I couldn't find any notes or references on it."

He's genuinely stunned, "Is that what you were doing when—"

"When I was rudely interrupted," you cut in, the comment is nigh a spat insult.

Cato isn't sure what to say to that sudden display of spine, and grumbles.

He surmises the optimal action is complete disregard.

Therefore, he has no problem turning on the heel of his sabatons and starting his pace on again.

"So... this isn't normal by Astartes standards?"

He's taken aback at your abrupt want for conversation after all that. Namely because it's atypical. You never attempted small talk with him. You never do anything but scurry off when he's accosted you for you flagrant overstepping—wait.

He feels as if the paradigm between you both has shifted again since the last time for some reason. More than last time, actually. More than you just simply having the audacity to backtalk him.

It's like some symptom of a deeper sickness rising to the surface.

It makes him unreasonably curious suspicious.

He wants to see just how much ground you'll give, so he plays along and answers, "Not as far as I am aware, no."

You hum, and immediately are at it again, posturing, "Surely you have heard of cases of it happening?"

"I have not," Cato says, and you hum in consideration.

You're satisfied at that information for a brief while, but then he remembers you cannot shut your mouth for more than five minutes, and purses his lips. He's already tiring of your incessant questioning.

"But you'd done it before?"

And that's just great.

You've expertly found an exposed nerve.

More kindling on the bonfire of him having an aneurysm before the cycle's end.

Cato can feel the hint of pressure behind his eyes as he begins increasing his walking speed. "I don't think that is a relevant question."

You haste to stay in step, "It definitely is."

"You ought to learn a civil fucking tongue when you're addressing me, woman," he bites out, nose crinkling into a sneer.

Unperturbed by his short-tempered comment, another thoughtful little 'hmm' slips out of you.

"So, to conclude... you were as inexperienced as I was at the start, and all those gloating insults back then were just projection?" You suddenly blurt out at rather impressive speed, like a politician possessed—before finishing with, "Sorry, 'all those gloating insults back then were just projection,' Commander Sicarius."

Cato grits his teeth and feels his eye twitch.

He stops, turns to look over his pauldron, and stares bloody murder.

He can't even imagine the idiocy in your brain that gave you the imprimatur to say that aloud.

But Throne, the sly little glint in your pretty eyes suddenly has his face thudding with heat.

Then you smile at him for the second time ever.

Cato bites back the urge to ogle you dumbly, and actually feels himself thicken in his body-glove in real time, because oh, fuck—his hind brain practically pelts him across the jaw with the mental pict of that sweet mouth lathing up the side of his cock.

Mentally unseated for a moment, his brows furrow; and he quickly turns away, applying himself entirely to the task of trudging down the stagings.

The silence is a breath of fresh air.

Even if he can still hear your laboured breathing a few steps back him from him. You're straining to keep up with his pace, and it's an excellent punishment for you. His heavy sabatons clank-clank-clank on the steel decking, and your little shoes practically pitter-patter in contrast. It's a syncopated rhythm that he's absentmindedly trying to match—and when he lingers for a step he manages to even the beat out.

He hangs a left, and scales the wide stairs to the open intersection platform above two at a time; trying not to snort amusedly at the little groan you let out as you hurry up them behind him, heaving.

Cato realises abruptly that you're actually, really, seriously following him—and pretending you're not.

He makes a right at the top and then waits for you to fall in step.

And, pointedly, he then turns and doubles back around.

You stand there stupefied for a moment, before grumbling softly and continuing down the thoroughfare without him.

If his observation skills hold any weight, he heads straight into the nearest open room and waits for you to follow.

He doesn't activate the locking mechanism on the other side on purpose when he strides in, and lets the sliding door close behind him.

This particular room is forgettable in its ubiquitousness, though unusual. He has no idea of it's actual intended purpose. It's fitted with screens and database terminals as if it's for debriefing purposes, but he has no real way of confirming. What he can catalogue is that there's wraparound surfaces littered with candles. A few strips of harsh lighting and scant furniture—a tallish counter and a few long benches. They're thankfully Astartes sized.

Which means he can sit down and pray for you to walk right into the metaphorical snare he's just laid.

Not a minute later, the door's sliding mechanism triggers and you scurry through—only to promptly go stiff.

You stare at him like a rat he's just found by lifting a crate.

The mechanism shuts automatically behind you and it apparently spooks you enough to jump a little.

"You're disgustingly predictable," he harrumphs, unimpressed.

A flush rises to your face as you scowl, "You're disgustingly predictable," you shoot back, echoing his words.

Of course, that audacity of yours leads to a short stalemate.

He huffs out a sigh as he concedes out of sheer frustration and says, "Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one."

You blink dumbly at him, "...what?"

"It's my locking code," he growls, and Throne, you must be acting stupid just to grate him; because there's no way your brain is so smooth as to not connect the dots. "It's for the door, moron."

A soft 'ohh' leaves you as you turn and step aside to the key pad fixed into the frame.

"Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one," he's agonisingly forced to say once again.

"Three-nine-five-eight-eight-two-seven-one..." you mumble to yourself.

Cato hears an angry beep and suddenly wants to smash his head into a wall repeatedly.

Grinding his molars, he snarls, "Three-seven-five-eight-eight-two-nine-one," and then adds, "If I have to repeat that one more time, I'm going to throw you out of the nearest airlock."

And it seems the threat of violence works wonders, because you don't bungle the input this time.

Cato sighs, exasperated, and leans back against the lip of the table behind the bench.

He ought to start carrying around a correctional stun rod. Just for whenever you annoy him. If it's good enough for a Neophyte to suffer, it's good enough for you, he supposes.

Or it'll send you into a seizing fit.

He's not to sure of the maximum voltage a baseline can take without their singular, puny little heart giving out.

One disciplinary option scratched out, then.

But he can think of many, many more to make a model Ambassador out of you. The wonders of carefully applied violence are plentiful. A little roughing up never hurts, or at least, not for long. And fuck, do you need some lessons on proper manners. He could have you smacked into shape like a show pony in no time—even if it'd be more like teaching a grox to trot lateral movements. Then again, he also believes if he stuck a frag far enough up a Carnifex's ass, he could probably get it to play Regicide.

And then pointedly, he starts thinking about your ass.

Cato is so utterly lost on the tangent of hypotheticals that he's flabbergasted when a small mouth lands on his own.

He hadn't even been paying attention.

He hadn't even noticed you'd neared.

It feels like the breath has been knocked out him at the sheer unexpectedness of it.

The kiss is hasty, your eyes scrunched shut and cheeks flushed, scowling with focus.

All the while, his mind reels because Throne, the contact of his lips to yours doesn't really feel particularly profound aside from how soft your skin is—but the intention of it is the real reward.

Cato's genuinely infuriated when you pull away.

You blink owlishly at him, giving him a cautious look like you're trying to gauge his reaction.

There are a thousand things he wants to ask, to say, but the foremost among them is but one.

"Again," he huffs, lessening the distance between you just enough to invite you back.

And he thinks that perhaps he’s abusing his station over you, but when you tentatively find a hold on his gorget to steady yourself to give him another kiss—those thoughts are all but erased from his mind. It's a curious weight off his shoulders to have you initiate and to show you want him in return, especially since it's as new to you as it is for him.

Nonetheless, he can't even imagine finding a reason to stop you, so he starts blindly mouthing; trying to coordinate around the fact he's so much larger than you.

The angle is difficult, but he's willing to follow your lead. Your body is even more fragile when he's in full armour. The risk of actually hurting you is realer than ever, but he can't help the desire to wrap an gauntlet around your waist and pull you closer to him. Thankfully, you let him when he urges you to, trembling hands flitting across his chestplate like you're unsure of what, exactly, you should be holding—and he catches the tiny line between your brows smoothing out as you risk a peek. Only for you to yelp, nervously wrenching yourself back in flustered surprise upon meeting his unwavering stare.

It's as if you expected something else.

He senses he's made a mistake of some kind.

Then he remembers from the motion-picts he's not supposed to keep glaring at you when kissing.

Regardless, he studies your face, memorising the lingering want still clearly there like his life depends on it.

He pulls you in and kisses you again, just because he can, this time brief and chaste. And then he goes for a third, fourth—fifth, each time slightly longer, until finally he rears back; and when he does you push up on your toes just a little, trying to chase him, but lose the nerve; although to Cato the reason for your faltering is, frankly, irrelevant. Because just like him, you lack the practical capacity to really know what next step you should take. Still, you look down at his armour, as if there's a latch to pull that magically undoes all his wargear.

He knows he's not going to get himself out of his armour in any reasonable way or amount of time.

There's no way he's getting the satisfaction of having you on him right now—but he still wants to keep you near.

He thinks he hears you ask for something, but he's too distracted to catch it in time.

"What?" Cato scowls, "What do you want now?"

It's clear you've been struck by your own embarrassment, strung up somewhere between shy and wanton, "I.. uh..."

"Spit it out," he rumbles.

You wince, hesitant as you mumble, "You, uh... i-in me."

Cato's brain skids to a halt. And it's the gall of that request alone that has him sweeping you up off the ground and spinning you around to sit in his lap.

It's obvious you're overwhelmed at being held to the formidably larger size of himself in full-plate. But as usual, you're yet to actively complain. Using his vambrace as a leg-bar to scoop under your thighs, he folds you in his grasp—your knees pressed to your chest as you're tucked back against his pauldron and chestplate.

The angle forces the hems of your robe aside, and he can see the underside curve of your ass; along with the plump mound of your vulva under the white of your small-clothes.

Cato's suddenly offended by their existence. You didn't wear any last time, so why now? The irritation of there being one more thing between you and him is enough justification to yank at them, tearing them loose—before throwing them aside.

You grumble sourly, which he chooses to ignore.

The palm of his gauntlet smooths across your hip, and you make a small huff as you shiver, goose-bumps suddenly covering your exposed flesh.

Cato lets the pads graze closer and closer to your sex, content to watch you impatiently glare at his armoured fingers from between the gap of your thighs.

With little preamble, he's stuffing his middle in. You're already so wet it's practically a cake-walk. Your cunt swallows down each articulating segment of his armoured finger down to the knuckle. The fact he's going to have to personally scrub your slick out from between the joints, instead of a lowly serf, is infinitely worth the shrill whine he receives as tribute.

"Would that my wargear had a zipper," he breathes, and fuck, he grins behind the obscurity of his gorget at the mournful mewl that remark earns. "I'd have you on your knees sucking for all the cunted trouble you've caused me."

You're making a warp-awful attempt at keeping yourself together, high-strung as you evidently are. Little more than a minute of him pumping his finger in and out of you has you red-faced and panting. All it takes to get those heavy breaths of yours to change into proper whines is his large thumb-pad adjusting to rest on your clit, applying pressure. You jerk, reflexively trying to buck into every motion. Fighting and failing to withhold the stuffy little moans escaping you—trying to stave off the inevitable by scrambling at the thigh plating of his power armour with one hand and tugging at his couter with the other.

Some part of Cato wants to stop solely out of spite for you being so grating earlier, or some other stupid mercurial justification of his; but instead, he simply continues, letting you squirm on his fingers.

And squirm you do.

It's clear to him the tide of it all is becoming too much for you to resist. Your sandal'd feet kick out where he's got your legs secured, joining in on the struggling as it begins anew when his thumb starts circling. It's a good sign, so he adds his pointer into you to bolster the stretch, curling in; before letting his fingers fan out inside you, stretching rather than stabbing. Your hips try to stutter forward in time with the quick thrusting of his digits, broken whimpers resonating off the room's walls. He promptly stuffs down to the knuckle and curls them again—and you all but bleat his surname as you're dragged into a fast and apparently exhausting orgasm. Just knowing he's you got you beat has his erection ache where it's trapped under the suiting and plating of his navel.

Cato can't feel you clenching through all the layers separating his skin from yours, but he knows from experience that you're seizing in fits internally—tight little cunt trying to milk a load out of an Astartes cock that should've been stuffed in you.

Just to allow himself one last bit of smugness, he scissors his fingers; giving a final swirl for good measure.

The shivered sob is worth every possible future disciplinary action he'll receive.

He pulls his gauntlet away slowly, and the wet shlick of it leaving you is almost amusingly alike pulling a blade from sinew. It's a degenerate comparison, he knows, but it's true.

Nonetheless, he splays out his hand and swallows dryly, eyeing the sticky, clear liquid webbing out and thinning between each ridge of his gauntlet'd digits.

Suddenly focused entirely on the fluid on his fingers, he pulls his vambrace barring under your knees up away. Now limp, and without the support, you slide off his lap and onto the floor in a slow slump.

"Nn-ngh," You groan weakly, face-down, legs still juddering a little.

Seeing as you're preoccupied, Cato doesn't even dignify the concept of hesitation, and promptly jams his fingers in his mouth—lathing the aftermath of your orgasm from them. And Throne, the taste of your hormones make him groan. He's absolutely stunned, unsure of how to act. He's so fucking stupid, why didn't he do this earlier? He's practically drugged by the omophagic aftereffect—getting off on your second hand bliss. Some sort of fey feedback loop in his brain catalysing his next decision solely on instinct.

He clambers to the floor and gets to his knees guards, securing a mitt on your bared thigh to roll you onto your back.

Apparently boneless with afterglow, you're easy to manhandle.

You barely have the strength to do much more than crane your head up at him and whine as he arranges your thighs apart, settling on his front between them with a warp-awful clank; before lifting your legs up to rest onto either lip of his gorget.

You try to scud back on your ass suddenly, but are quickly halted when he holds you fast by the hip.

He raises a confused brow.

"I-Isn't—" you start, still gathering the scraps of your brain together so soon post-orgasm, "Isn't y-your saliva acid?"

Cato suddenly wants to cuff you on the ear, "Who the hell told you that?"

"M-Master Calgar," you mumble.

Oh, of course, the gossiping hen.

He's going to have words with the Lord Defender of Greater Ultramar the next time they meet—words like 'for fuck sakes, stop scaring the woman he's trying to eat out with talk of Betcher's gland, Marneus,' come to mind, but then Cato realises that doesn't sound like he's not fucking you, so he quickly settles on: 'stop dignifying the Ambassador's hundred-and-one insane questions.'

"Not Ultramarines," Cato manages not to snarl, "It's a vestigial organ in most of us."

Your voice is shaky as you parrot, "Most of us?"

"Yes," He grunts, and promptly buries his face in your cunt.

The disproportion in size is painfully apparent when he realises his whole damned tongue is able to drag a stripe up the entire splay of you with minimal effort.

The pitched gasp he wins out of you is pure sin, and he's on the brink of swooning; but then you're running your trap again.

"Please, d-don't tell me you're one that can spit acid—" you manage to warble, seemingly still stuck on the topic.

Cato sighs as he's forced to pull away from your vulva, "I think you're forgetting I had my tongue on your tonsils in the library."

"Th-that's different," you stammer. "That's not as sensitive."

A long, unimpressed deadpan paints itself on his face.

"So," he starts with a bated hiss, "And let me be perfectly clear in this—you believe your vagina is more susceptible to burns than your mouth?"

Your face transforms into a strange mix of embarrassed and angry.

"I didn't say that—"

"Yes, you did," Cato grumbles.

"Did not," you huff.

"You—you just fucking did," he snaps, frustrated enough that he can feel one of the veins at his temple bulge. "The implication is obvious, you insufferable little whore."

You snort, but stay silent.

The argument appears, for all intents and purposes, to be finished.

"Did not," you say abruptly once more, pouting.

Cato's eyes roll back in his skull as he grits his teeth.

"Throne of Terra, if you don't drop the subject, acid in your cunt will be the least of your worries," he all but snarls, and that apparently quietens you enough that he can get back to lapping at you—the flat of his tongue running over your clit and earning a jolt.

He wraps his lips around the pink little nub and sucks. And that's all it apparently takes to make up for his amateur career in the practice.

You siphon down a sharp breath and let out a garbled cry, hips canting forward into his mouth—to which he obligingly stuffs his tongue into your slick entrance.

There's a satisfaction well beyond simple pleasure that swamps him at the way your thighs shake either side of his head. His own breath is hot about him, stuffy and dizzying; and the skin pressed against his cheeks is warm and smooth.

You're panting when he goes back to lapping over your clit, perching yourself up on a bent elbow and reaching out a hand.

Your fingers card through the messed brown hair atop his head. And he stiffens without realising—but he realises something: like this, the touch is ecstasy—pure, golden ecstasy. Every bit of higher thought in his head evaporates when you stroke him again.

A long, rumbling subvocal moan tears from him.

The infrasound vibration makes you buck weakly into his mouth again, teary eyed afore him as he adjusts his grip on you and crawls closer.

He's suddenly acutely aware that in this new, much more prone position, he's able to grind his body armour into his groin guard pressed on the floor. And as soon as the action bears results—namely a scorching burr of pleasure racing up his spine—he's deadset on rutting against the ground like a slavering beast.

He's frotting himself at a pace so rabid it'd be cruel to subject your cunt to. It's brutal, and the harsh scraping sound of plasteel on steel only further proves that. It's just frantic lust—he's desperate.

It's complete insanity how close to finishing he is so quickly.

Not as close as you, though.

He can feel how your legs jump with each pass of his tongue; and then you're unraveling in front of his very eyes.

"I-I can't—I can't, S-Sicarius, I-I—" You ramble, dazed, trying to get away as he works you right through it, sobbing and oversensitive while he's rutting himself closer and closer to his own end.

It all comes to a head when your fingers dig into his hair, tugging—and his brain is overrun with static. A drawn out groan scathes from his maw as any sense of rhythm scatters like light through a prism. For a fraction of a second, the pleasure is serene.

Then it's abject agony, he feels—he feels like Roboute Guilliman himself has just taken a running start and kicked him in the balls.

"F-Fuck–ing—gh—" he chokes, vision swimming, straining against the tide of the torment. His back arches up, and he curls inward on himself; white-hot pain clocking his nervous system into overdrive. Every muscle in his abdomen is doused in acid. He's tolerated being shot, stabbed, burnt without so much as blinking—but this is an entirely new and entirely different sort of wound. It's like he's pissing promethium. It's—it's the catheter, he realises. He'd forgotten about the bloody catheter jammed up his cock.

Through the searing ordeal, he manages to force his armour's facilities to finally abide his impulses and dose him with a pain dampener.

And then everything's fine.

He opens eyes he wasn't aware he'd closed and finds your face has suddenly gotten far closer to his.

"S-Sicarius?" You stammer, and there's an honest panic in your voice. "Sicarius, p-please, please—a-are you okay?"

He realises he's on his back, and you're sitting beside him, half draped on his chestplate, frantically trying to figure out what's wrong with him to no avail.

You've leaned in so close he can feel your rushed breathing.

"I'm fine," Cato groans, and you sputter out a sigh.

"I-I don't know what happened, I-I—" you're still wildly confused and raving, and he inhales deeply; only to be greeted by the sour animal stink of fear practically dripping from you.

Cato rolls his tongue around inside his mouth and cringes knowingly at the foaming side-effect of the chem he'd self-administered, the acrid taste mixed with your slick is certainly not an ideal cocktail.

The sincerity of concern behind your reaction is baffling. He's not made of glass, for fuck sakes—and he's a bit pissy about the fact you'd actually fallen victim to the idea of him suffering some grievous injury so easily. But he supposes where there's a will of baseline overreaction, there's a way.

"You're acting like a child, woman. Pull yourself together," he sighs hoarsely, hoping the comment jars you out of your hysteria—or at the very least scares you off.

It does exactly neither, and you sidle in closer and rest your cheek on his jaw.

It’s an action so overwhelmingly horribly affectionate that it would’ve been a crime to not press into it with a lean of his head. Or, at least, that's the half-assed justification he tells himself.

Because he's loving enduring your attention, not seeking it; and therefore only humouring you when he lifts a hand and settles the wide splay of it on your flank as a comfort.

He shouldn't be, but he is.

[planete777]

Forgive me if this is outside the realm of what you’re comfortable talking about BUT

Lando’s always talking about his future kids and wanting to be a dad and all of that, so one could make the assumption there’s a touch of a breeding kink there

he finally makes good on the promises he’s been making in bed for years, finally knocks you up… and suddenly your boobs are bigger and, yeah, they’re achy, but the one thing that makes them feel better is when he sucks on them

sweet boy is in his bliss

anon this is PERFECT!!!!!

ive always had an inkling that he has a bit of breeding kink, though it's not something that is present everytime you have sex. but when he sees you playing with your little nieces and nephews, he's suddenly all pent up, and it's too obvious he is. he'd try to keep you close, hinting at his horniness, but you ignore him until you get home.

the second the door closes, he's pouncing onto you, dragging the both of you to the bedroom before going batshit crazy. im talking multiple rounds, "i'm gonna make you so full of my cum, you'll be pregnant with twins", and belly bulges!! he's big enough anyways so the second he sees the bump rise and flatten near your abdomen, he's taking your hand and placing it on your stomach, saying, " you feel that? i'm gonna put a baby there."

and you love it. no doubt at all.

after months of trying, your period is missed by 2 weeks and the test comes back positive.

lando is obsessed. just knowing that you're carrying his child, looking beautiful while doing so, and he's eager to help you whenever.

and so the second your complain about your heavy, aching tits, he's gently placing you on your back and lifting your shirt. his lips are on your nipples and all you feel is sweet relief. he's a goner, eyes hooded in complete bliss and yeah, you're now lactating, but he likes milk anyways 🤷‍♀️

[mirkhammett]

anything having to do with dave mustaine + breeding kink.. we are incredibly delulu tonight, yes indeed 🗣📣❗❗

oh yes u r so right. and oh yes we are!!

kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest

w/c: 2.2k

sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!

the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.

you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.

dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.

“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.

“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.

he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.

“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.

“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.

it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.

he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.

“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.

“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”

you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.

one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.

and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.

he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”

his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.

he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”

you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.

in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.

“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.

“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.

and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.

“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”

and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.

“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”

his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.

“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.

somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.

“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.

his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.

his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”

he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”

[strangelysamantha]

dancing ✧

steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings: NSFW! 18+, MDNI. daddy kink, sugardaddy!steve, overprotective!steve, smut, unprotected sex, spanking, rough sex, needyness, foreplay, SUGAR DADDY = DADDY KINK! ect

summary: sugar daddy steve picks you up at a strip club and hes desperate to please you.

a/n: i love steve harrington and i want to write about him 24/7. this is 100% filfthy. masterlist is pinned. like if you enjoyed. thank you.

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"cmon baby give me your number." steves words slurred together, the hint of whiskey lingering. "dont make me beg." he let out a slight groan when you bent down close to his face. "sorry handsome," your hand reaches for his shirt. "you gotta show me how bad you want this." you smoothly danced around him, joining your girls back on the pole. your hips move to the beat, you sensually look at steve, biting your lip. you grab the pole, swinging around, you were close to your break, ready for some water. the current song ends and you wave goodbye, picking up your bills before heading to the back.

you smiled at the girls in the room, you sit down quickly, drinking your water. "fuck that steve guy wants you so bad." you smirk at the other dancer's comment. "i know, it's kinda hot isn't it?" she smiles brightly, "you need to bag him... he's loaded." you glance over, "rich rich?" she nods, "richer than that." you shake your head in disbelief. "how do you know?" she shakes her head, "he's kind of a legacy around here. he endorsed this club when it started to struggle. hes always here, but he never flirts with anyone." you gasp, "but he's flirting with me?" she enthusiastically exclaims, "exactly! don't screw this up!" the pressure quickly sank in, and you became nervous. "i definitely won't." she stands up, "im back on but i had to let you know." you smile, "i appreciate your heads up."

you touch up your make up, adjusting your jewerly. your money is safely put away in your locker, and you head back to the stage. you began dancing to the song, swiftly making your rounds up and down the stage. steve watched in admiration, his eyes locked on your figure. he was obsessed, he knew you never got with anyone. he had been watching you for some time. he was curious the first day he met you, he was entranced by your beauty and quickly decided who he wanted to support. he lifted a hand, signaling you to come over. you head his way, you bend down. "what do i have to do?" he questions. you playfully bat your eyes at him. "do you have a pen?" he pulls one out of his pocket. you move his drink over, using the napkin underneath his drink. you write down your number. "how about you call me tonight to find out?" you smirk, " and you better not share that with anyone." with that, you stand back up, you finish your last song. your shift was over by this point.

in the parking lot you run into steve. "look, theres something about you. its so intriguing. i dont want to talk over the phone." you step forward. "ive been eyeing you for a while steve. you're a regular, and you are by far the hottest guy to stumble in that club. why do you have an interest in me?" you bluntly admit your feelings, and your eyes trace the floor. you manage to look back into steves eyes, his eyes are soft and theres a small smile hung on his lips. "the way you present yourself, the way you move, how you respond to people. its enticing, it makes me yearn for you." your heart speeds up from his words, "is there anyway you could come over for some dinner? i know its late." you nod, "that would be nice. i was actually about to get on the bus." he frowns, "do you usually take the bus?" you shake your head. "no, my car was totaled recently though. one night it was parked on the strip and a drunk driver crashed into it while i was working." he tsks, "that's no good honey. i can help you with that."

he leads you to his sleek black car, he opens the passenger door for you. you get inside his car, and he gently shuts the door. he rushes to the other side, hopping in and starting the car. "how can you help me?" you question. he looks at you, "i was going to wait until we got back to my place, but i can ask you now." you look at him with pleading eyes. "tell me now so im not anxious." he smiles, "i want you to be my sugar baby. ill buy you anything you could ever desire, you could stay with me if you wanted, but id get you your own room, your own car. id support you, and only you." your breath quickens at his offer, "what would i have to do?" he smirks, "well, id get to have some fun time with you, physical affection." you nod, your thighs automatically clenching together. "steve, id fuck you even if you weren't paying me." hes slightly shocked by this, "why?" is all he could muster up. "you're so sexy steve. anyone would be lucky to even get a glance from you." you words only inflamed his cockiness, but he was ecstatic you felt this way. he gently grabbed your thigh. "you're gonna be my princess, right?" he asks.

"of course, steve." you melt under his touch, your submission turned steve on. "you ready?" he left his hand on your thigh, and your breath was staggered slightly. "yes." steve starts the car and begins the route to his house. upon arrival you see how huge his house actually is. "you're the only one who lives here?" you look over at him and notice he was already looking in your direction. "for now, but hopefully you'll be my plus one?" you nod, "i would love to live here." he smiles brightly, "that is amazing! we can move your stuff in whenever you want too." you graciously pull steve into a hug. "thank you so much." he happily hugs you back. he leads you inside after unlocking his front door.

inside the interior is more magnificent than the exterior. you are astounded by the furniture and paintings. "its beautiful." he guides you through the rooms, bringing you to the kitchen. "im going to start cooking the meal. make yourself at home." you decide to stay with him, "i want to get to know you steve." he opens the fridge. "ask away." you shrug, coming up short on what to say. "i wish i had a change of clothes so i could shower." you frown slightly looking down at your dirty shorts and random shirt you had packed for the bus ride home. you felt significantly underdressed. "well, i may have done something for you already." he leaves for a few minutes, coming back with a name brand gift bag. "you didn't.." you gasp. he sets the gift in front of you on the kitchen counter. "i bought you a pajama set. you can shower and change into it. that will give me time to prepare you a home cooked meal. then you can ask all the questions you want." your mouth is slightly hung open. "i dont know what i can say, thank you so much!" you open the gift bag, pulling out a fancy name brand set of silk pajamas. "i love them!" you giddily jump out of the chair, wrapping your arms around steves neck. you lean in for a kiss. and he kisses back. you pull away, locking eyes with him. he was desperate with desire to fuck you now, but he knew that wasn't courteous. "follow me, ill get you a warm shower going." you follow behind him, allowing him to set everything up.

you enjoy the warm shower, steve even added steamers, which only caused more relaxation. you step out, drying off before you put-on your new set. you leave the bathroom, your hands full of your dirty clothes. "where should i put these steve?" he turns around at the sound of your voice, "here ill take them." he grabs your pile, and he throws them into the washer. when he returns, he gently places a hand on your lower back, leading you to the dining table. he sits you down, "i hope you like it." steve goes to sit in his seat. "this is all amazing, thank you so much." steves happy he successfully cooked you a good meal.

after the meal, you help steve clean up the dishes. he's quick to put away the leftovers. once everything is cleaned up, steve is showing you to his room. "this is my room, if you ever need me, ill probably be in here." you nod. he continues the tour, "you rooms over here. ill be close in case something ever happens, okay?" you smile, "that is perfect."

"well i think thats all for tonight, let me know if you need anything else. ill be in my room." you thank him generously; still happy he considered you out of all the dancers. you sit comfortably on the bed, but after a few minutes, something starts nagging at you. remembering steve in all his glory, how smart, and sexy he was. it was bound to get you worked up, however, you couldnt help yourself, thinking of all the ways steve wanted you, caused you to become wet. you sheepishly slide out of bed, you remember the directions to steves room, and you gently knock. "daddy?" you call out. steve quickly responds, "yes, baby? come in." you slowly creak the door open, seeing steve shirtless with shorts on in bed. the sight alone causes your legs to become weak. your stomach drops, your heartbeat fast. you bring yourself to take a few steps forward, "can i lay with you?" hes shocked by your request, "of course, get in." he lifts up the blanket. you slide into the bed with him. he pulls you close, “wasn’t expecting you to be in my bed this fast.” he chuckles. you turn over so your head is on his chest, and your arm is wrapped around his torso. you frown, “selfishly, i was thinking about you.” steve lifts an eyebrow, the lighting was dim, the only source being a lamp. “how so?” you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “thought about how you’d taste when your cock was deep in my throat. then it spiraled from there.” you admit honestly. his fingers fiddled with the silk on your shorts. “naughty girl.” he tsks, “well, should we do something about your neediness?” he lifted the blanket from you two, he leaned on his side, his free arm gently rubbing your clit through your shorts. “does this feel good, baby?” you softly moan against his touch, “mhm it feels good when you touch me.” he nods, “i need to kiss every inch of your body, show you how much i value you.” you open your eyes to look into his, “need you, steve.”

your desperate whines has steve’s cock throbbing, “fuck your pathetic moans go straight to my cock.” he groans, reaching for your hand. he places your hand on top of his bulge. he moans at your touch, you squeeze him, palming him slightly. “do you see what you do to me baby? how turned on i get?” his words hit hard, you gasp slightly. “you feel huge.” you kiss him, deepening the kiss. steve pulls away, “you want me to fuck you?” he questions. you frown at his attempt to delay your pleasure. “yes steve please hurry up. i need to feel you inside of me.” your hand was still holding him, and you felt his cock twitch at your words. you inhaled sharply, entranced with this entire moment. you’re starting to feel fed up, you slide onto his lap. eagerly, you begin to grind against him through his pants, the thought of his cock making you soaked. “baby? i wanna know what your mouth feels like on me.” you nod, “anything daddy.” you bite your lip. “especially if it makes you feel good.”

you slide over. you reach for his shorts, pulling them down. you palm him through his underwear, attempting to tease him so he knows how you felt. “don’t be a tease, hunny.” you obediently nod, removing his underwear. his cock springs forward; you kiss the tip of his cock. you look up, locking eyes with him. “i can’t wait to taste you.” you maintain eye contact whilst you spit on his tip. you stroke him, opening your mouth to take him fully. his eyes watching you intensely. “fuck you look so hot with my cock in your mouth.” he was fighting the urge of just taking control. he wanted to desperately grab your neck, jam his cock deep in your throat, and face fuck you like the slut you are, but he refrained. he didn’t want to be too rough the first time he had you.

your tongue licked stripes up and down his cock, arousal pooling your underwear. you felt every vein, you moan against him, you suck, hollow out your cheeks, and work on deep throating him. you pull away for air, your hand strokes him as you stare up at him. “doing so good baby, so fucking good.” you smile, “thank you daddy.” your mouth returns to his cock, you massage his balls, his cock deep in your throat while he groans above you. “fuck baby, just like that.” his hand grabs your head, pushing you further down on his cock, he couldn’t resist it. he thrusted his hips forward, his cock reached the back of your throat, your tongue continued to lap against it. “okay…” he pulled out of your mouth, strings of your saliva cover his cock. “almost made me cum too early.” you interpreted this as a compliment. he cupped your face, rubbing your cheek. “daddy please,” you say softly. “i need you.” he nods, gripping your neck, tightening slightly before crashing his lips on yours.

“want me to stretch out that tight pussy, baby?” you moan at his deep voice, “please fuck me steve,” he nods, his hands feeling your thighs. he massages your soft skin, reaching for the waist band of your shorts, he slides them off of you. “so pretty.” he rubs your clit through your panties. “did sucking daddy’s cock get you wet?” you nod your head, “yes, i loved sucking your cock.” he bites his lip, “you’re such a good girl for daddy.” he removes your underwear, “i’m gonna treat you so well princess.” steve uses his finger to get you ready. he adds another, “you’re so soaked.” you grab his wrist, “i need more. please.” he smirks, “i think you’re ready now.” he completely takes his shorts off. “lay on your back baby.” you do as steve says, laying on your back using one of his pillows for support. he teases you, stroking his cock in front of your aching hole. “how badly do you want me?” you groan, desperation radiating off of you. “fuck, so bad. i want you so bad.”

he groaned, his length sliding into your soaked pussy. “fuck you’re so tight.” your mouth is hung open, your eyes watching steve as he stretched you out with his giant cock. “fuck steve you’re so deep.” he grabs your throat, “what’s my name?” you whine, “daddy.” he nods, “good girl, take daddy’s cock.” he slid in and out of you at a menacingly slow pace. he was trying to ensure he didn’t hurt you. “tell me when it's okay.” you bite your lip. “it's okay.” this was the confirmation he needed to pound you relentlessly. you were breathless, you’d never been fucked this good before. “fuck i love this pussy.” you’re a moaning mess beneath him; your hands find their way to his messy hair. “fuck your cock is perfect.” your vulgar words turned him on more. his thumb came down, rubbing circles on your clit. “wanna make you cum, baby.” his cock was deep inside of you, his grunts filling your ears as his free hand helplessly grabs around your hip. "i could fuck you for hours." his words bring you close, "it feels so good, please." he smirks, "please, what baby?" he taunts you, "let me cum, can i please cum?" he bites his lips, "cum for me. his words confirm your release, and you moan out as your high washed over you. "good girl, such a good girl for daddy." he slowed down to help you, before he abruptly pulls out. you wince at the loss of contact. "why?" you whine.

he chuckles darkly, "flip over." you eagerly twist around, your ass arching. he slaps your ass, squeezing the flesh. "god, every inch of you is perfect." he slaps the other side of your bottom, "ready?" he smiles. "yes, please." you respond. he lines himself up with you again, "youre so wet, i slide right in." you nod, your head low as he reenters your pussy. he grabs your hair, lifting you up as he starts to thrust in you. "hows this angle? does it feel good?" he questions. you're completely lost in the pleasure, your eyes shut tight. you almost didnt hear him due to his low growl. "fuck youre so deep." you manage to yell out. you arch your back more, the pleasure already starting to build up. you use one of your hands to massage your clit. "keep going, please dont stop." steve maliciously laughs, "wasn't planning on stopping baby. gonna fuck you good till you cum on my cock again."

steve raises his hand to slap your ass again, this time it stings, and your ass gets a red mark. "fuck princess you're swallowing me. i wanna fill your pussy with cum." you nod, "yes please. i want your cum." he continues his fast pace into your cunt, "fuck, cum with me baby." he lets out low groans, and a slight whimper. this triggers your release and you tighten against him as your high hits you. his cock twitches and he fully enters his cock into your hole, squirts of his seed fill you entirely, and a few drops leak out and land on his sheets. you collapse onto the bed. "fuck." steve grins, "i know." his legs were shaking beneath him. he ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. "you drained my balls." you giggle. "good." you struggle to stand up, but steve holds your waist firmly, helping you out of the bed. he follows behind you while you lead the way to the restroom.

in the restroom you clean yourself up. steve washes himself as well. he leaves to grab your sleeping set. he comes back and you put the outfit on. "you ready to sleep?" you nod, "yes i am." he lifts the blanket up for you. you slide into the bed. he joins you and the two of you cuddle together. he kisses the side of your temple, his arms wrapping protectively around your body. you feel at peace in steves bed.

[hearts-4-vicky]

Can you write Sub!Liz x Dom!Gp!Reader,with overstimulation,praising and facesitting.If you're comfortable with it,if you're not you can delete it.Thank you 💌🫂

OMG ANONIE IVE BEEN THINKIGN ABT LIZ A LOTTTT LATELY here u go my luv

warnings: subby baby liz, g!p reader, dom reader, overstimulation, praise, face sitting, petnames, unnie kink, a lot of eye contact (i think its hot), marking, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), i thibk thats it

not proofread sorry baby💔

Liz had never been straight forward with with what she wanted. always dropping hints, lots of hints. it was exactly why you were surprised when she hovered over your face, with no bra or panties pleading to you. “Make love to me, please” the sultry look in her eyes awakened something inside of you. both of you lock eyes as you grab her soft thighs to guide her to press her puffy pussy to your awaiting mouth. you hold the eye contact as you give her cunt kitty licks, making her close her eyes and arch her back, swirling your tongue in her warm cunt.

her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, muffling her pretty moans and whimpers you loved so much. pausing the movement of your tongue caught her attention, looking down at your slick stained face. her head tilt to the side, signaling her confusion “Princess, I need to hear your voice… please” your voice slightly muffled by her cunt on your lips before going back to lapping up her juices as if it was your last meal. her soft thighs suffocating you in a tight embrace, her puffy cunt drenching you in her juices. everything about her was addicting, and all of it was yours. Liz started mindlessly grinding against your face, feeling her clit hit your nose which earned a loud squeal from the girl. “mmgh- ha… unnie!- p-please…” she tugged your hair to make you capture her clit in your hot mouth, lightly grazing your teeth against the bud. the action has her reeling, moaning loudly as if to let the neighbors know whos making her feel good before throwing her head back and squirting all over you. liz’s moans were a beautiful symphony to your ears as she rides her high. you swallowed all that she gave you, moaning at the taste, cleaning up her leaking cunt with urgency. as jiwon slowly stopped grinding shamelessly against your face, you kept the same pace, overstimulating the poor girl. the whining girl tried to push your head away from her overwhelmed pussy, with no success shes once again moaning out your name. your skillful tongue brings jiwon to her second orgasm of the night, harsher than the first. “s’too much unnie… ha.. ghk! s’too much!” you stopped your actions, not wanting to overwhelm the poor girl anymore. it took her a bit to come back to her senses, she looked down to meet your eyes while breathing heavily. you gave jiwon a look to signal her to move off your face, which she did. sitting up on your bed, you brought her into your embrace, soothing the tired girl. “did so well baby, unnie’s so proud of you..” she kept her face buried in your neck, panting against it. you sat liz on your clothed crotch, letting her feel how hot she makes you.

“Got one more in you, babydoll? for me?” you whispered in her ear, before switching positions so you were pinning her to the bed. she blinks slowly at your words before nodding in response. you gather some of jiwon’s juices in one hand, the other busy pulling off your boxers. you spread her slick on your throbbing cock, pressing your tip against her pretty cunt then slowly pushing into it. she clenched around you, throwing her head back.

liz whined as tears kept spilling from her eyes til they were kissed away by you, made her feel so loved🥺 (i really love liz guys shes so cute) tracing shapes on her plush thigh to distract her, “fuck… taking me so good baby, just like that.." her grip around your neck tighten by the second. all of your cock was inside of her now, breathing heavily in response the foreign feeling of it. slow, deep thrusts had both of you panting, liz was barely able to form words “u-unnie..” you marked her neck as you toyed her hard nipples, groping her soft tits “let unnie fuck.. take care of you sweet girl..” you mumbled in her neck between kisses. her high pitch whines get you to speed up until you’re pounding into her overstimulated cunt. liz throws her head back onto the pillow but you hold her chin to hold eye contact with her as your harsh thrusts create slapping sounds echo in the quiet room. “cmon babygirl-mmgh.. shit.. so pretty for me baby, give unnie one more..” a few more thrusts and shes squirting all over your lower half, drenching herself and you in her juices. her squeals drown out your moans as you fill her up, thrusting faster into her puffy cunt to fuck your load into her. your grip on her waist tightens as you slow down, before coming to a complete stop. heavy breaths fill the room as you look at each other. “thank you pretty girl.. fuck, i adore you” you say softly as you slowly pull out, your cum leaking out of her pussy onto the sheets.

“Lets get you cleaned up yeah?” scooping her in your arms as if she was light as a feather made her mind fuzzy, hiding her red flushed face in your neck.

“mhm..”

holy shit i missed writing for you guys.. hi my loves❤️ theres now over 330 of you guys damn😭 sorry for my absence i got super busy last week :((( ill make it up to you guys i promise <3

Stay safe n i love you lots!

- Vicky 💋

[dewracle]

Hi! Could I request a fic where IV is y/n’s bf, and he owes Vessel a favor. And Vessel wants nothing more than to fuck y/n while he makes IV watch. Fem AFAB y/n please 🥰

The Debt That I Owe

PAIRING - IV x Reader, Vessel x Reader, Vessel x Reader x IV

WARNING - NSFW! Threesome F/M/M, Dom/Sub, Cuckolding, Overstimulation, Creampie, Kink Negotiation, Polyamory Negotiation, Switch IV, Dom Vessel, Mentions of Cock cages, Polyvess mentioned, Cumplay

AUTHOR'S NOTE - I've honestly sat on this request for so long that it's not funny. I struggled till I got inspo from my friends <3

WORD COUNT - 5782

Master List - Ao3

Vessel crowded IV into a corner, leaning over him with his arms caging the other in. His voice was smooth with a hint of a tease at the slightly shorter man in his grasp. IV growled softly, trying but failing to push Vessel off of him, fuck he had made a mistake. “Come on, you owe me… You know what I want.”

IV knew, knew that Vessel wanted you, his girlfriend. Wanted him to step away and allow him to fuck you in front of him, to take you apart while mocking the guitarist.

He grunted softly and tilted his head up, glaring deeply into Vessel’s eyes.

“If I don’t want to? Don’t wanna ask her?” IV retorted, now turning his pushing grip into a holding one.

The singer leaned down, getting closer to IV’s ear. He hummed softly and let out a breathy chuckle, “I can take you then.”

His breathing hitched as he shook his head, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. IV knew how Vessel was, the singer wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted in different ways and knew the singer wanted all of his mates.

He sighs softly and pulls Vessel closer, turning his head to ghost the mouth of his mask over Vessel’s ear. “I’ll ask her but what more do you want…”

Vessel shocked IV by running his hand up his chest, resting it gently around the guitarist’s throat. “You will watch. Watch me break her on my cock…”

IV nodded and pulled away from Vessel, slipping out from under his arms. The talk would be difficult but he could try.

Begrudgingly the guitarist had called you that night on the tour bus. It was completely normal for the two of you to talk but with the guilt of Vessel's request, the conversation weighed heavily on IV's mind. He feared your reaction, the silence he knew he'd receive on the other end of the line.

"Baby, can I ask you a serious question?" IV prompted while fidgeting with the string of his sweatpants. The bus hummed softly in the background as they traveled to the next city. They would be staying there for a couple of days to collect themselves.

You mumble a soft yes to his question, the time difference had always been something the two of you struggled with during tour. Yet your relationship pushed on and grew even stronger.

The soft yawn from your end of the line made IV chuckle softly, he had almost forgotten the time difference of nearly 8 hours. "Would you... I don't know how to ask this, shit"

His confession made you perk up slightly your normally confident boyfriend was stumped? The sounds of sheets rustling could be heard from IV's phone. He knew you were sitting up in bed, something you often did when you were getting serious. "What is it, love? What's wrong?"

Your question hung in the air while IV eyed the direction of Vessel's bunk. He knew the singer wasn't asleep but rather taking some time for himself. This made him even more nervous to ask but there was no time for him to be alone to do this.

"Vessel- He asked me to ask you something. You can always say no if you don't feel comfortable, okay?" IV stressed the ending while letting out a sigh of nervousness.

You paused and nodded before correcting yourself, "Yeah, uh, what did he wanna ask?"

It was clear you were hesitant about whatever was being asked, this wasn't normal at all. "He wants to fuck you..."

The call was silent like IV had expected, yet he didn't try to recover the conversation. This was something he needed you to think about without his anxious rambles.

"What else?" The seriousness and firmness in your voice surprised IV.

The fourth chuckled nervously and shrunk back into his pillow, fuck he didn't expect to get this far into the talk. "Well, he wants me to watch... I think maybe play with him afterward?"

You hummed softly while thinking. It was common knowledge that your relationship with IV was his primary relationship, he was also a part of a polycule with the others. He tended to keep it mostly platonic besides the occasional kiss on stage and touch. It was rather complicated but you never pushed.

This never bothered you, in truth, you had known about the others before your relationship even began yet still he always came to you for permission. Sometimes you'd joke you were his keeper and his relationship with the others was simply a friends-with-benefits thing.

"When? Your tour doesn't end for.." You pause to look at the calendar countdown on your phone, " Almost 24 days?"

IV hummed softly and thought about their schedule, they did have 2 days before their next show. He sighed softly and pulled the phone away from his ear to look up the fastest flights to the area they were traveling to.

"We have a small break, come then." His normal confidence coming back in that moment, of course, he'd suggest soon.

You laugh softly as your phone pings in your hand, a flight plan already being sent to you. You check the city and your nose turns up slightly yet you don't complain.

"I need to get some sleep if I'm going to catch this flight in the morning then." You mumble softly, your shared apartment buzzing with your excitement.

IV nodded and allowed you to hang up before he placed his phone on his bare chest. The sigh of relief was regretful as Vessel popped his head into the curtains of his bunk.

The man's unmasked eyes stared into IV's blue-gray ones, a soft, excited smile plastered on his face. The guitarist huffed and pushed Vessel back with a palm on his face.

"So I'm getting what's owed to me?" Vessel laughed as he moved back away from the annoyed IV.

"Yes! Now lay back down, Jesus!" IV huffed and rolled to face the wall. Just great, he was going to have to watch one of his best friends fuck his girlfriend.

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Your back hit the soft fluffy mattress with a giggle. You had decided to make the most out of the short trip and get a hotel room that you could stay in. Well, truthfully, IV had demanded you allow him to book you a room near the band. He had said that you deserve your own privacy after and there was no way you could stay with him since he was roomed with III.

It didn't bother you since the room you were given was far enough away from everyone that no one would bother you. Plus due to being the partner of one of the band members, no one would mess with you because of security.

You sigh and roll over to grab your phone to check your messages. There were a few notifications from random socials such as Instagram but the one that caught your attention was a text from Vessel. Normally the singer would go through IV to talk to you but this was a direct message.

"Settled in yet?" The question was simple yet it made you blush. Of course he wanted to know, he was the one who had helped set up your room after all.

You pondered your response before sending a simple reply. "Yeah! Thank you for helping IV!"

Awkwardness radiated from your text message, of course; you were nervous. Yes, you were "friends" with the other members of the band but not as close as many would think.

Your nerves were knocked out of you as your hotel room door opened. You tensed up but relaxed when you noticed it was just your boyfriend coming in. The grimace on his face turned into a soft smile when he noticed you were wearing one of his old band t-shirts.

IV left the door cracked without your knowledge as he slipped into the room slowly. He kneeled on the bed and ran his hands up the back of your legs to your ass. "Hi love..."

You shudder as he squeezes your ass gently, the booty shorts you had put on after your shower doing little to protect you against his hungry glaze. IV flips you over, manhandling you so your legs are spread over his thick thighs. "I've missed you."

The soft yet heated tone of his voice made you shudder, fuck you had missed his touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down into a gentle kiss. He returns it with love, slowly lowering his hips to rest on you.

The pressure against your core forced a gentle moan out of you against his lips. IV smiled into the kiss but gasped when your fingers trailed up into his hair, gently pulling at the thick dark locks.

The guitarist pulled away from you to prop himself on his elbows above you. The denim of his jeans rubbed roughly against the insides of your thighs. "You look so pretty like always, my sweet bunny."

You shudder and play with the hair at the nape of your boyfriend's neck. "And you look as handsome as always... Maybe even better. Tour does you good."

The two of you chuckle softly at your comment but it was true. IV had always looked so good while on tour, it took everything out of you not to fly to visit him more often.

“Well, you get me for a few days if you stay for the concert..” He mumbled softly as he leaned to place gentle kisses on your neck.

A soft sigh of relief leaves you as his kisses trail across your neck leaving thick, dark hickeys in his wake. You couldn’t help but smile lazily as you slowly ground your hips up against the other.

IV chuckles softly and pushes back, the slight bulge in his pants growing as the two of you lazily hump one another. He wanted to take his time, not knowing when he could have you again.

“Someone’s needy…” IV teased softly while one of his hands drifted under your shirt, reaching to cup your breast.

Your breathing hitches softly as his grip on your breast tightens. A soft pathetic whine releases from your mouth, and you can't help but feel needy after so long of not having your partner.

"So are you," You moan softly while pulling at IV's hair. "I can feel how hard you are against me."

The guitarist grunts as you pull his hair and shoots you a soft warning glare. You couldn't help but laugh softly as he tried to intimidate you with his pretty eyes.

An impatient look falls over his face as he sits up on his knees to carefully slip his hands under the legs of your shorts. You raise an eyebrow and open your mouth to speak but are cut off by your own shocked moan.

IV's fingers brushes gently against your clit under your loose shorts. His thumb presses gently at the bud with a soothing intoxicating circle. "What's wrong, love? Gonna brat off to me again?"

You shake your head while tensing your legs to push yourself up against his thumb. Your boyfriend notices and gives you a cocky smile, he knows he has you right where he wants. Under his thumb, moaning his name so perfectly.

He applies the tiniest bit more pressure as his other hand drifts to your weeping hole. IV's rough pointer finger brushes over it, testing just how wet you were already from simple teasing.

"Fuckin drenched like a slag already aren't ya?" His accent getting thicker with arousal, Christ it was heaven on earth.

IV shifts his hands away as the ache in his cock gets to be too much. The bulge tenting his jeans so perfect for you.

Once you were able to catch your breath you whined softly at the removal of his hands. "IV- Don't tease me... Need you so fucking bad."

The fourth chuckles and coos at you softly while stripping you of your shorts and panties. His fingers leave goosebumps in their wake as they pull the barriers away. IV groans softly at the sight of your glistening cunt.

You attempt to squirm your hips in his direction, to get your lover to touch rather than just stare at you. Needy whimpers and mewls fall from your mouth. The old band T-shirt running up just over your chest to give IV just a glimpse of your pretty tits.

"IV I need you- Need you to take my cunt please..!" You whine loudly while reaching down to spread your pussy lips with your fingers. The sticky slick sticking to your fingers as your cunt pulses with need.

IV clenches his hands as he takes a deep breath to calm down, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you by taking you too quickly.

But he doesn’t have the option to do anything. The door he had 'forgotten to close' all the way creaks open as heavy footsteps enter the hotel room.

Your body tenses and you quickly search for something to cover yourself with. Who the hell would just walk into your hotel room? Wasn't this floor rented out by the band and management?

"Looks like you started without me, hm? Poor things are so needy~" You knew that voice; a voice you've heard countless times.

With wide eyes, you look at IV as he leans over you in an attempt to cover you. The defeated look on his face was clear as Vessel stepped beside the bed. He wore a shit-eating grin and his beaten Alpha Wolf hoodie.

"Isn't it lovely to see you, darling." The singer coos at you gently, his smirk growing into a full-on smile when he notices your shorts tossed to the side.

IV places his forehead on your shoulder, his body fully covering yours to hide you away. The sigh from his mouth gave away how frustrated yet defeated the man truly was. "Vess, why now? Why can't I have this one thing."

You were confused as you slowly dragged a blanket over your still throbbing cunt. It was awkward trying to over yourself from your boyfriend's best friend, the same best friend who said he wanted to fuck you.

The thought of Vessel fucking you caused you to whimper softly, the idea of someone's cock plunging in and out of your sweet hole turning you on.

The two men look at you as you whimper, IV sitting up quickly while Vessel tilts his head with pride. "Oh fuck off! You can't expect me not to still be horny when I haven't been fucked in a while!"

Your confession causes the guitarist to smile and Vessel to chuckle quietly. A blush rises on your face as the singer kneels on the bed beside you, inviting himself into your space. Your breathing hitches as IV shifts the blanket away from you.

The frantic yet aroused look on your face catches Vessel's eye. "Hey, look we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"I know we asked but if you're second-guessing it's completely fine love." IV gently explains to you while cupping your cheek. The overwhelming amount of comfort and reassurance caused a soft plea to escape your mouth.

You shift up onto your elbows, completely ignoring the fact your cunt was now bare for Vessel to see if he chose to. "Not second guessing, just nervous you know? Gonna fuck my boyfriend's best friend."

Vessel chuckles softly and sits on the bed with his legs crossed. The grey sweatpants he's wearing do little to hide the twitch of his cock. It was clear your words had a small effect on the man.

"I don't mind, you know darling? Couldn't have let anyone else" IV spoke as he ran his rough palms up your inner thigh, squeezing hard enough for a bruise. You suck in a deep breath of air and throw your head back.

Fuck you were actually about to fuck the lead singer with your boyfriend, his guitarist, watching.

Unintentionally you spread your thighs open further across IV's lap, your body needing and craving more touch. The soft throb of your clit proved to you just how horny you were for these men. "Fuck please, Christ, I need something, anything!"

"Move." Vessel demands. His tone left no room for disobedience and IV knew this.

Your boyfriend pulls himself away from you quickly, scrambling to get off the bed out of fear of punishment. The action pulled a soft whine from you. You had said you wanted more yet he was pulling away?

Your attention was brought back to Vessel as he snapped his fingers, pointing to the nearby chair. "Sit boy." Oh. Oh you understood now.

If you were not soaking wet before, you were now. You had never seen your mostly dominant boyfriend being controlled so easily. This was what Vessel had been hiding behind those soft smiles.

"As for you pretty girl, is it okay if I touch you?" The singer asks softly. You nod your head, slightly breathless as the man crawls between your legs.

Vessel was so careful as he inspected your body, taking in all your beauty. You couldn't help but squirm at his attention, to try and cover yourself pathetically with your hands. Even though IV had always had such an intense gaze when he was touching you, this was something new.

"Fuck, Vess, she's soaked for you" IV offhandedly mentioned while scooting the chair closer.

You wanted to react, to thank your dom but Vessel was already on top of it. "And she's all mine tonight, isn't that right princess?"

The whiplash between how Vessel treated you and IV made you blush. He was being so gentle with you yet so harsh with IV. You couldn't help the soft "Yes sir" that fell from your mouth.

Vessel's lustful smirk made you whimper softly, it felt as though he was eating you alive with just his eyes. He seemed to enjoy the soft sounds you made because his large hand gently pushed yours away. He uncovered your cunt, your pussy grool dripping onto the bed underneath you.

You can hear IV take a deep breath at the sight, he seemingly eye fucking you as well. It was difficult not to shy away from both of the men's heated looks. "Are we just looking tonight...?"

You yelp softly as Vessel slaps your thigh, reprimanding you for your smart mouth. "And here I thought you'd be a sweet thing for me."

He rubs over the reddened skin to soothe the gentle pain. Vessel's hands slowly moved closer to your cunt from its place on your inner thigh. Finally, you were going to get what you craved so desperately.

"I'm sorry sir..." You smile softly and spread your legs further, "How can I make it up to you?"

The singer knew what you were hoping for, knew you were trying to egg him on to fuck you sooner. Your pretty soft eyes, those kissed red lips, you were using your beauty to get what you wanted. Yet he didn’t cave in like your dear boyfriend normally would.

“Sit back and keep looking pretty,” Your smile dropped slightly, “Gonna have IV get me nice and hard for you, yeah?”

Oh but you couldn’t help the groan that ripped from your throat, nor could IV as he shifted excitedly in his chair. You’ve never seen the two play with one another so you were excited to see how IV would handle Vessel.

Vessel lazily looked in IV’s direction, “Wet me, boy.”

You spread your legs more to prepare to move thinking IV would need space. Yet the hand on your thigh gripped tighter and Vessel shot you a look that made another wave of slick dribble from your cunt.

“Jesus fuck sir…” IV mumbles while he crawls to kneel beside you and Vessel. He leans down carefully, face flushed red when his eyes catch yours.

Vessel, getting impatient with the slow movements of your boyfriend, fisted the other’s hair. He roughly pulls him closer to his cock while staring deeply into your eyes.

“Enjoying the show, my darling?” Vessel teased before he felt IV’s soft lips wrap around his tip.

Your eyes widen as IV’s soft mewls fill the room. It was common knowledge IV knew how to suck cock yet you’d never seen it with your own eyes. The cocky man you love, your dom, your hunter was reduced to a cock hungry whore just like you.

Vessel noticed your reaction and smirked pridefully. The man was ruining everything about your expectations in the best way. His large hand squeezes your inner thigh and inches closer to your cunt.

Your breathing hitches as he traces the seam of your pussy lips. Vessel groaned from the wetness of your cunt and IV’s mouth. “Two needy subs at my disposal…”

Vessel’s fingers easily work their way down to your hole, he gathers the slick steadily dripping from you. You have to bite your lip to stop from moaning out as those skilled fingers slowly breach you.

Your legs twitch to close but you are stopped by IV’s hand on your thigh. His grip was tight as he forced you to take in Vessel’s fingers.

“Fuck! Your- oh my god, your fingers…” You squirm as Vessel crooks them upwards, curling them repeatedly.

His hips buck into IV’s mouth at your moan, the singer not being able to help himself from the pleasure. He wanted to feel your wet cunt wrapped around him soon. “My fingers? They feel that good to you?”

He teases a third finger into you as your body begins to shake. Vessel curses as IV swallows around him. Your boyfriend knew from your moans just how much you were enjoying yourself, just how wet you were. It didn’t help that the soft squishing sounds of your cunt were coupled with the gagging of his throat. Vessel almost couldn’t help himself.

He yanks IV off of his cock, groaning loudly as he curls in on himself. The singer’s cock throbbed painfully due to denying himself the satisfaction of coming.

IV lets out a soft whine as he chases after Vessel's throbbing cock. "Sweet boy, go sit back down while I take what’s owed to me."

You shiver with wide eyes at how easily Vessel was able to control IV, his lips were bruised red from the intense sucking. It made you crave kissing IV in hopes of tasting Vessel’s cock on his tongue.

You moan softly and relax into the sheets as Vessel pushes one of your thighs upward to give himself better access to your cunt.

Both of the men couldn’t help the soft groans they let out. IV’s was needy as his cock throbbed in his pants and Vessel’s was needy from the way your pussy lips gently parted for him.

“Sir- Fuck, please come on, fuck me.” You pleaded while fisting the sheets tighter.

Your pleas only make Vessel chuckle as he spits on your cunt. You jump slightly before moaning loudly as the thick saliva slides down to your open hole.

“Only because you beg so beautifully, princess.” Vessel muses as he grips his cock almost painfully tight.

He shuffles closer to your cunt before collecting his spit with his tip. The action made you shudder with a soft, breathy moan, the tip of his prick teasing at your hole so deliciously. “Your cunt is trying to suck me in already..”

You keen and push your hips down, subsequently forcing the tip of Vessel’s cock inside of you. You gasp at the penetration and your legs begin to shake from the simple pleasure. While IV’s cock was big, Vessel’s felt bigger.

It burned, the stretch forcing your walls apart further than ever before. And, oh, did it fuel Vessel’s pride as he slid further into your soaking wet pussy.

“Oh, look IV, she’s struggling to take my prick. Maybe it’s because she’s finally getting a real man’s dick in her.” Vessel chuckles sadistically before it is cut off with a grunt. His teasing had made you tighten around him almost painfully.

IV took a deep breath to calm himself, Vessel’s teasing and your soft moans edginghim on. His grip on the chair tightened as Vessel pushed deeper into you.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Vessel completely slid into you. The soft squish of your cunt caused the singer to shudder.

“Fucking hell... Her cunt is so damn good. Might have to steal you for myself, princess.” Vessel teased while thumbing at your clit to ease your discomfort.

You arched your back and squirmed from the intense fullness coupled with the pleasure. “Oh god… move.. please”

Vessel couldn’t help but smile and slowly pull out of your pussy. His cock now coated with a thin layer of your juices. “Beautiful girl, taking all of my cock like you were made for it. Made for me.”

He pushes back into you, starting a rough pace. His filthy words cloud your mind as the presence of your boyfriend floats away. It was you and the man between your legs, his cock forcing its way into you and molding you for him.

“She’s already fucked stupid IV, fucking gagging for it.” Vessel groans lowly as he shifts closer to you. He grabs your jaw and forces you to look in the direction of IV.

The fourth sat with a tight grip on the chair, cock clearly straining against his pants and leaving a small dark spot from pre. You moan at the sight, your eyes clouded over as your cunt pulses around Vessel’s throbbing prick.

“Look at him. Sitting there watching me fucking ruin you. Got that dumb dog look on his face.” Vessel whispers harshly in your ear before kissing down your neck.

You moan loudly and then cut off into a silent scream as the singer sinks his sharp teeth into you. Your hands fling to grab Vessel’s shirt to hold him closer to you. The pain was blinding as was the pleasure.

“Fuck! Please, please sir, please!” You begged and babbled. Your legs wrapped around Vessel and his hand.

He chuckled as he pulled away from the bite mark, a line of spit connecting him to you. “Please what? Tell me what you want princess..”

IV’s gruff voice shocked your system, all your training keeping you strung high for him. “She wants to cum, Vessel... Give her permission to soak you.”

It was Vessel’s turn to moan at IV’s words. He had never heard him talk so filthy about you, he fucking loved it.

“You wanna cum on my cock, yeah?” Vessel grunts while shifting his hips to target your g spot.

All of the air was knocked out of you as your body began to shake with need. “Yes sir! Please, need to cum, please!”

Your pathetic babbles grew louder as you shook your head from side to side, no amount of restraint would stop you from coming soon. Vessel could tell, could feel the way your cunt tried to push him out. He gave a feral grin before quickly sitting up to give IV a better view of his cock plunging in and out of your needy pussy.

“Cum for us.” Vessel demands with a thick groan.

And that was all the permission you needed. Your orgasm racked over your body with deep waves of pleasure. Your cunt pushing Vessel’s cock out of it to soak him in your squirt.

As you moaned and shook, Vessel’s fingers never left your clit, dragging your orgasm out for longer. Yet once it died down, he slotted his cock right back inside of you.

IV’s eyes widened as he went to stand up; he knew you were exhausted and would be needy for love afterward. “Sit down boy. She can handle it. Already begging for more.”

Vessel commanded heavily as he chased his own orgasm. And he was correct, your body screamed for more, screamed to be filled and fucked.

“Yes yes yes! Thank you soo fucking much! Thank you sir!” You scream and claw at Vessel’s sides. The overstimulation hadn’t yet kicked in and as long as he removed his thumb from your clit, you could continue.

A deep shudder that racked through Vessel’s body as he removed your legs from his waist and placed them on his shoulders. He was drunk off of your cunt and loved every single second of it. He had never had pussy this good.

“See boy, look at how she’s taking it. Sweet girl is enjoying herself. Getting that cunt fucked and used by a real cock.” Vessel moans out in pleasure, his own orgasm swirling closer to the brink.

IV whines softly and spreads his legs to hopefully relieve some of the pressure on his cock. He wanted his turn so bad but.. would he even get it?

Vessel gasps loudly as you clench down on his cock, your cunt spasming slightly as your hole is used and abused. “Fuckin! Shit can I cum in you?”

You keen and try pulling him closer to you, fisting his shirt to bring him into a deep kiss. Vessel’s moans are muffled against your lips as he tenses up. His thrusts become erratic and desperate.

Fuck it turned you on, your boyfriend’s soft whines, the cock deep inside of you, and the breathy moans against your lips.

“Cum in me sir… paint my insides white..” You whisper against Vessel’s lips while giving him one last moan of encouragement.

The singer’s hips jerk roughly and he buries himself in your warmth. His thick seed spilling into you and coating you as his. “God yes, fucking take it.. Take all of my cum beautiful..”

You let out an exhausted giggle as Vessel slowly pulls out of you. His cum slowly oozing out of you and onto the bed as Vessel sat back on his heels. IV stood behind Vessel and admired the mess that was you.

“Fuck.. she’s beautiful,” IV muttered softly while leaning his head on Vessel’s shoulder.

The singer wrapped his fingers through IV fluffy hair just enjoying his afterglow. “She is, isn’t she… Bet you want some.”

You flush even deeper from embarrassment and slowly try to close your thighs, you weren’t used to this much attention on your swollen cunt.

“Stop staring..” You whine while trying to pull a blanket over yourself. Yet your hand was stopped by IV as Vessel shifted out of the way.

The guitarist stared down at you hungrily while prying your legs back open. He rips a yelp from your tired throat as he forces his pants down to expose his red throbbing cock.

Vessel shifts behind you, gently gathering your upper half in his lap while he strokes your hair. “Think you can go again? Take him after I’ve bred you?”

Teary-eyed you look between Vessel and IV with adoration; you wanted to please but you were unsure if your body could handle anymore.

Slowly you reach down to gently take IV in your hand, his groan of frustration and the soft “Fuck” encouraged you to attempt.

“Try.. but I’m not sure if I can..” You whisper and nuzzle your cheek into Vessel’s thigh. You craved being good for the men, craved pleasuring the both of them.

“No,” IV grunts and pulls away from you. He could tell you’d reached your limit for the night. Your lover knew your body and knew you were pushing himself.

You whine loudly and try pulling IV closer by his cock. Vessel chuckles softly and runs his hand down your arm, carefully prying your fingers away from IV’s cock.

“He’ll get pleasure one way or another.. Just relax sweetheart” Vessel cooed while rubbing at your sides.

His eyes flick up to IV’s intense ones, the small stare-off causing you to squirm. With a soft huff, you drag IV’s hand down to your cunt. His eyes shoot to your face with a quick questioning look.

“Use the cum leaking out of me to get yourself off…” and oh, did Vessel like your suggestion. The soft moan and shudder from the man underneath you gave away just how much he loved the statement.

Your lover groans loudly and scoops Vessel’s leaking cum out of your cunt. Almost begrudgingly he wraps his hand around his prick, smearing it up and down.

Both yours and Vessel’s eyes follow intensely as IV focuses on his tip, twisting his palm around the head before dropping down around his shaft. His groans were deep and desperate, clearly needing more than just what he was getting.

“The pup can’t cum by himself anymore? That pretty cock struggling?” Vessel teases and reaches to drag him forward.

You were caught in the middle of the men leaning over you to kiss sloppily. Your clit twitched with interest but nothing more. Never had you thought that watching your boyfriend make out with his best friend would arouse you so.

“Don’t disappoint our girl, add your cum to her wet cunt.” Vessel whispers against IV’s lips.

The fourth sped up his hand, stroking his cock roughly, just trying to reach the end. You hum softly and reach for his balls, gently taking them in your hand and rolling them.

The combination of your hands on his balls and Vessel’s hand slowly wrapping around his throat causes IV to gasp and whine. His hips stutter into your grip as he coats his hand and your cunt with his cum.

You giggle softly as IV and Vessel pull away from their kiss, both relaxing and breathing deeply.

“Ah~ fucking hell, that was better than I expected..” IV laughs and runs his clean hand through his hair.

You hum in agreement as Vessel shifts to dig through his pocket. “Yeah, didn’t think your girl would have such a beautiful O face.”

You blush brightly and sit up to prepare to clean up. The sound of metal caught your attention as Vessel pulled out a metal cock cage out of his pocket. Your eyes go wide as you tilt your head, “Vess..”

IV curses and tries to get off the bed but Vessel quickly snatches him by the shirt collar. “She gets a key and I get a key… 24 hours... And if she wants to cum it’s your mouth or my cock..”

A small key was pressed into your hand as you laid to the side, a wave of excitement rushed through you. Maybe you should join them on tour more often.

[silkval]

trans aether... with questions I, IV, VIII, X, and XII. please be gentle, i adore soft sex

♠】 find out what goes on behind the scenes with the darling of your choice!

send an ask with the name of your darling and the question numbers you would like answered, and you will get your request!☆

》 content desc/warnings

aether is hinted to be smaller than reader, nipple play (aether receiving), very very fluffy sex and so so many kisses, reader can be interpreted with any genitalia, aether cries the first time, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, reader is an absolute gentleman, aether is a pretty boy canon

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

Ⅰ 》 what act of affection do they perform the most?

aether just loves it when he gets to cling to your side- whether it is simply just letting his fingers entwine with yours as you two rested in bed, or snuggling into your side on a cold winters day- which would always be made better when you looped an arm around his narrow shoulders with a content hum. your presence just made him feel safe- completely and utterly at peace with your warm frame to sidle up to.

Ⅳ 》 what is the one kink they have they will never admit they have?

…well, the poor thing didn't exactly do a good job of hiding it- but, nipple play. my god, it was so, so obvious that it was just adorable when your deft fingers grazed over aethers flushed chest whilst tangled in your sheets, drawing out the prettiest, high whine from the smaller male beneath you that you just could not ignore- eliciting a quiet chuckle in adoration at the sight of his flustered face, yet only pressing a reassuring kiss against the tip of his nose as your hand smoothed over the soft plains of his chest, the pads of your fingers rubbing and pinching gently at the pinked skin- which soon became a common occurrence each time you two made love.

Ⅷ 》 what is aftercare with them like?

honestly, aftercare with aether is just the best. even if it was a quick round before bed, or when hours had passed by from how much you just got lost in each other- aftercare with aether would last days. it would start with just holding each other- sweaty bodies collapsed and panting, still entwined and breathless yet unable to muffle the quiet, lovestruck laugh reverberating from both of you as you met eyes, still hazy as you met with soft kisses just to calm down and eventually falling asleep, his smaller body splayed atop yours or curled snug into your side as your arms encircled his bare figure still draped in the slightly damp, silken sheets. with the following morning, you would aid him in getting up- greeting him with a quick peck to the forehead, fetching him a glass of water and something small to eat before making sure he was alright and already going to run a bath for both of you to clean up in. and oh, aether just adored how you handled aftercare- ever the gentleman, as the days that followed consisted in touches even more gentle than usual and the occasional “you alright, love?” just to make sure he was all happy and healthy- which he always was, with you.

Ⅹ 》 were they a virgin before they met you

surprisingly, yes. with such a pretty face and the absolute joy of a soul that he is, he certainly got a lot of attention- that's for sure, but he never… clicked with anyone- until you, of course. he always had this subtle urge, this hidden desire for the act of lovemaking- even thinking about how intimate it would be, how wonderful it would be to come together with absolute trust and enjoyment of each others bodies just makes him all heart-eyed and blushy- oh, and he absolutely let a few tears slip when you first had sex; he had never felt anything like it before, just pure, pure absolution with you- and he couldn't want anything more.

Ⅻ 》 what pet names do they enjoy hearing?

loves loves loves being called sweetheart- absolutely drives the poor boy mad with how flustered and smiley he gets. even if it's just a mere “c’mere, sweetheart,” as you're guiding him through a busy street with a hand on the small of his back, or a breathy utterance of praise against the shell of his ear as your bodies combined in utter bliss- you damn bet you'll see his pretty, pinked lips curve upward into his signature smile.

ahh thank you sm for this ask!!! this was an absolute pleasure to write as its my first writing of aether and my god. i get the hype💙

[stvllioner]

On to Better Things | k. bakugo

      Pro Hero!DILF!Katsuki Bakugo x [FEM] Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, angst, strangers to lovers.

sfw — toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw — sexual content, pro hero!bakugo sorry not sorry lmao, bakugo got rizz, fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

COUNT: 11.4k words (45 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo]

A/N: whooph the warnings… imo, it's nothing too serious, but yk i gotta put the warnings up!! it's not graphic, but it does talk ab the stuff listed. i didnt know how else to craft a toxic ex-baby daddy type of situation, and it divulged into this 😭 also use yalls brains with the sfw & nsfw discernment for the warnings… ofc i do not take lightly about what's written, so dont twist it any other way and the heavier subjects being under sfw. i digress!! ive been wanting to write this request for a while and finally got around to it. unfortunately, i alr want to rewrite. :') despite that, i actually kinda really liked this one so i hope yall fw it too. 🫶🏽 thank you, anon!

"Mommy!" Your daughter, Niyuki, calls out to you as she runs into your arms.

She had recently turned 6 years old and still loves the end of the day on Fridays where she could run into your arms, and recount everything about what she had learned that week. Niyuki is pretty much a chatterbox and you weren't too sure where she got it from considering that even your… ex wasn't quite the talkative one either. As you grew to love this quality about her, you found it endearing. Phone calls with her were always a delight and that was how she had persuaded (begged) you to let her go to the park despite having other plans for the day.

You had promised on Monday that she would be able to go to the park in addition to ending her day Friday night off with having a sleepover with her best friend. Niyuki, being an excitable kid, wanted to go straight from school to the park so she wouldn't waste any more time than she already had.

"Hi, Niyuki!" You beam back, a loving smile on your face as you pepper her face in kisses, and hold her cheeks as she tries to shy away with her boundless amounts of giggles. "How was your da-"

"Great -- Mommy you promised we could go to the park today!" Niyuki lightly pushes away from you, a slight whine to her voice as she attempts to get away from your onslaught of affection.

"We can still go, I can't greet my little angel first before I do that?" You poke her cheek as you stand up straight and hold your hand out for her to hold. "Tell me about your day, pumpkin."

There was a skip in her step as she recounted her day to you. When Niyuki gets started, she never stops. She talked about the first moment her feet reached the school grounds, to before school had started, then she talked about her first few classes, after that what she did during lunch and how much fun she had at recess, the "drama" (very unserious but nevertheless cute) that happened before classes resumed and so on. Niyuki is also the animated type and could often run out of breath when she talks. She would use her hands and voice inflictions just to convey what she was speaking about. Sometimes, you even had to remind her to slow down and that time was going nowhere when talking with you.

It was moments like this when you could take in the rambunctiousness and appreciate your lovable daughter. You two only seemed to have special moments like these—well, at least you thought they were special—because of the separation between you and your toxic ex.

Before you two had split your relationship had been decent. Despite that though, you were incredibly in love with him, but the same wasn't reciprocated in a way that emotionally gave back. He'd make excuses as to why he wasn't open to you, his reasoning that he "loved differently" and that if you really loved him you would believe him. So you did. Over, and over, and over again. Hoping that the days where he showed up like in the beginning would become more frequent, but your willingness to stay was how he knew he could toy with you.

He had been your first when you had finally agreed to be an item when you were in your early twenties and it took a long time to finally separate from him when things got bad. In addition to dealing with the conflicting feelings of your then-boyfriend, your friends who only wanted the best for you, and your close family members, you also had to deal with yourself. Nights and days spent venting and breaking down about the man had become so common that your friends' concerns grew. You had so many negative thoughts at that time and you were naive to truly believe that there was a happy ending to overcome this predicament. That his way of loving could change for both of you. His manipulative questions would often linger in your head if you left him, and who were you to argue? When arguments would start to come up again almost weekly, it always ended up with you an emotional mess while he "proved" to you that he was the only one who could handle you.

When your ex noticed you started to pull away, he suddenly had an interest in starting a family. Late nights where you two would lay in bed after making up, he'd share his daydreams about you mothering his children, how beautiful and perfect you'd be to fit in his little world.

Family this, family that. Family values, family roles, family life. You two had been friends since you both were in high school, and it only made sense that you two were dating now and getting married soon. Hell, he even made you question what would your family think if you were "running around" instead of being faithful to him. Imagine the embarrassment to your family if you threw all of that away and weren't able to find someone else like him?

People talk, people notice. Many of the older women noted how great you two looked together, and he was well off with a great future that could support you both. Neither did it help that you changed your once passionate future for being a pro-hero to a different career that was deemed less reliable than your previous choice. It was in your best interest that you stayed with him to avoid the awful gossip in town.

When you haven't been in a situation like yours with an inconsiderate lover, it's hard to understand why you stayed as long as you did. Consequently from being his friend for so long and dating him for years meant he knew the sort of things to target your psyche. To reinforce the pressures you had of making your family look good, mixed with the hidden fears of the burden of following the footsteps of your successful siblings as well.

It was a lot to take in and it wasn't long before you gave in. You just wanted him to be who he was again. The stress only grew older with you and the more time that passed had a looming connotation that the older you got the more undesirable and unfit you are to find another relationship. Even past that, you gave so many years to him. You were a virgin when you two had met, and he had already been around. He knew how to kiss you right, he memorized your soft spots and remembered the best ways to make you come undone. He'd expertly sweet talk you after each session, and on days when you were feeling down he would be the first person to show up, usually bearing gifts of some sort coupled with affection. You couldn't understand what had changed. Why did he decide to start treating you like this? You were vulnerable and scared, and nothing like the familiar could ease the fabricated feeling of comfort.

You thought that having his child would finally fix things but you were so wrong. So very, very wrong. After your first semester in the pregnancy, you had heard talk about people seeing your supposed boyfriend—the father of the child you were soon to birth—with other women. Of course, you didn't believe it, and you refused to listen when your friends tried to tell you. In this stage, you were mostly shut in, as this was taught to be the best preparation for giving birth. You couldn't fathom the fact he would stoop so low. He had his low moments, but not like this. He would never.

He had disconnected you from everyone who had truly cared for you and even convinced your family that you were safe and protected with him. It wasn't until one evening when he had the gall to meet one of his mistresses outside of your house is when you realized it was all true, but it was all too late.

You were an emotional wreck for days. You had hit your lowest and it didn't help that your delivery date was getting closer every day that passed. You'd weep to yourself when you were sure he wasn't around and soon enough the house that you had (forced) yourself to love had once again become a prison. A night when you were tired of the pain is when you decided to reach out to your friends and family again. It was a shameless plea for help and you didn't care how desperate you looked and you wanted out. At first, your parents weren't supportive of the fact that you wanted to leave the man but you didn't care. You wanted to leave everything behind and not give this horrible chapter in your life a look back ever again. With enough talking and white lies, you were able to make a workaround to at least get back up on your feet after your delivery.

The delivery of your daughter, Niyuki, was thankfully a smooth one. Not at all enjoyable but very few complications came along the way when the time came. You had made a deal with your parents that you would stay with them so you could comfortably recover from the delivery whilst being able to safely be under their vision when your ex and his in-laws would come over. Your friends started to visit when you were healing more and had even convinced you to go out with them which you hadn't done for over a year. You were utterly scared as you had missed such a large chunk of socialization that even you didn't think you could do it. But once the night started, you didn't want to go back.

One night out became two, then three, four, five, and so on. The time you were home lessened and it didn't help that your friends were more than willing to let you take refuge at their homes. It wasn't like you were going crazy but the high that you got from drinking and even sometimes having flings became addicting and it felt satisfactory in the way you felt autonomy over your body once again.

You'd ignore the calls from your parents and family including your in-laws, especially any communication from your ex. You had ghosted the situation. The most emotionally taxing period of your life was now being forcefully ignored. You'd spend your time if not partying, then out clubbing. Even when you weren't out on benders, you'd stay up all night and indulge in the fact you were being taken care of by friends. And while you deeply appreciated their hospitality, it was also a double-edged sword. You had dropped out of college, you were no longer reliable and the flings and high feelings were no longer distracting you from the fact that you had some serious issues to deal with.

It got to a point where you'd lay in whoever's spare room and drown in thoughts about the situation you were in. A year before then, you had been stuck with your ex, and somehow a year and a half later you had no idea what that situation was like in that home.

Anxiety and suffocating emotions would swallow you often as the memories of your toxic and abusive ex would soon follow the baby girl you had given birth to. Niyuki. You'd remember her smile, the way she giggled, and how active she was. Although you had only spent about a few months or so with her, you'd remember her bright smile. You'd remember the way her eyes shone when she looked at new things or heard new words—how her face always lit up when she heard your voice, felt your presence, or saw your face. The emptiness without her would eat at you and it was time to forcefully welcome a new cycle of you falling into a depression once again.

At this point, you had lost your job, didn't have any urge to pick up any new hobbies or skills and you'd lay in bed all day. Going out until early mornings trying to ignore the fact that you weren't happy in your current state no longer worked anymore. It was a draining process to get back up but you were willing to give your life a go again. You started looking for jobs that hopefully had good pay and were willing to hire someone with this big of a time gap in their resume. While still couch hopping, you still had places to stay so fortunately you didn't need to worry about that.

When you eventually came around to wanting to be in Niyuki's life again, it was too late. Of course, when you had finally decided to start to better yourself and the suffocating feeling of postpartum had slowly dwindled over time, he was there to make sure that you couldn't take control back of your life. Your ex had found out why you had been gone for so long and eventually had things filed so that he would have sole custody. It seemed as though no matter what you did, he was always ten steps ahead of you. And this time you knew that your support from your family was even less than before.

He had swindled the courts and your families to the point that he painted you as a deadbeat and to the courts, it didn't seem as though there was any evidence to contradict that. Eventually, as you went through counseling and legal support were you able to at least gain visitation, an absence of early childhood not being any signs or indicators that you were unfit to see your own daughter.

It was humiliating settling back into your life and getting back up on your feet. Your parents demanded that you would stay with them as a reassurance that you were serious about getting your shit together and you didn't want to argue. Although with their calloused nature sometimes, they did take care of you well. You couldn't tell what they were thinking but they treated you as gently as they could. Even your family members would come and help out from time to time and it made your recovery better. As stated by the courts, as long as the grandparents (either your parents or in-laws) were there to supervise, a social worker, or the dreaded last option, your ex, was there you would be able to spend time with your daughter.

Months would pass and soon years would follow. When you had shown no signs of negligence or malice occurring in your visits, the judge allowed that you didn't need supervision. Your ex protested but it went unheard. Plus your willingness to get your life together showed your dedication so it was a blessing that you were able to get back to a somewhat decent and regular life despite what has happened. Of course the label that had been placed on you wasn't fully gone, but you were at least able to see your own daughter again.

Which is why you deeply cherish moments like this. After inspections at your apartment, the courts approved that your daughter has now been allowed to stay a few days at your place, and this weekend she was scheduled to stay with you. She would get dropped off by him on Thursdays after school, but you limited the talk to only what was important. Usually, on the first day you get her for the week, you do something with her that she's been wanting to do. As much as you wanted to do it right away, you did make sure her homework was done (she would do it at school just so she could spend more time with you though). Despite her determination, you would still check her work and teach her the things she got wrong much to her dismay. You'd make sure you're on time to drop her off to her evening classes and still wake up early to cook her breakfast every Friday morning. Then you'd drop her off and then pick her up at the end of the day seeing as she had no evening classes on weekends.

"We're here, we're here!" Niyuki cheered, the sweet but mischievous smile never leaving her face when around you.

"It's so pretty out! Wanna get some ice cream, Niyuki?"

"Yes, please!"

After you park your car you hop out and help her out of her seat, holding out your hand for her to take as she knows the routine already. Niyuki admires the familiar park although she has been to numerous times. The way she gazes at everything looks as though this is her first time seeing the place, and this kind of wonder behind her eyes isn't unique to this particular place. No matter how many times she has been somewhere or seen something, her eyes always shine with curiosity and wonder. You can't help but watch her with a faint smile, never wanting to forget what her face looks like ever again.

"Which ice cream do you want, Niyuki?" You ask once you two reach the truck, an assortment of colorful ice cream pictures is decorated on the side of the vehicle.

"Hmm…." Niyuki thoughtfully hums. She raises her free hand to comically tap on her chin as she thinks, the gesture urging a laugh from both you and the ice cream salesman. "Can I have the one with the," She leans closer and points to it, "SpongeBob with the bubblegum, please!"

You think to yourself as you settle for something that's to your tastes, relaying your order to him and searching for your wallet to pay for the cold, sweet treats.

You look over at the man and he nods before leaving to the back, "Coming right up."

In no time at all you two are grabbing ice cream and heading to the playscape. Today was a bit hotter than what you were both expecting so you made a challenge that whoever was able to eat their ice cream without being messy gets to go to bed late tonight. You knew you'd win but it was still amusing to challenge her as her bright spirit came along with a competitive one.

In the midst of you two finishing up your ice cream, a younger but familiar voice calls out to your daughter. You look around confused before spotting a younger girl running towards Niyuki and then engulfing her in a bear hug.

"Mizuki!" Your daughter squeals as they both tightly embrace, her popsicle long forgotten now.

"I didn't know you were coming to the park today!" Mizuki said as she pulled away, still holding onto her best friend. Their bond started from the mere fact that their names sounded similar.

"Yeah, my mommy brought me!" Niyuki pulls away to pull at your dress.

"My dad brought me as a surprise, so I guess it's okay we didn't know!"

The two of them were pretty endearing you couldn't lie. They had been to the same Pre-K together before attending elementary together.

So far you had only met her mother and she was pretty kind. You only knew so much about her though and to your knowledge, she is happily engaged at this point. You two would talk often when the two played, often sharing play dates when it was your turn to have Niyuki on the weekends. That's how Niyuki and Mizuki were able to twin, have sleepovers, etc. While having other friends at school, those two were joined at the hip.

That's why you were utterly confused to hear about her father.

You knew nothing about him except for the fact that he and Mizuki's mother mutually decided that things just weren't working out. It's not like she knew much about your ex either. It seemed as though the separation of parents helped bond the two kids, but you felt saddened at how completely different the two situations were. You sometimes worried if Niyuki was embarrassed by this knowing it wasn't always easy at school due to the teasing.

"Mizuki!" A deeper voice calls out to the young girl. With the young girl's name being called, she turns around and excitedly waves him over. You pause in your tracks as you take him in.

Ashy blonde hair that resembles an explosion sits at the top of his head smothered in appearance by his hat, while his eyes are also covered by a pair of what appeared to be designer sunglasses. He sported a relaxed fit, a gray tank top with a light mesh patterned throw-over that did nothing but tease the muscles underneath the cloth, the colors on it being black and white. The look is finished off with black baggy pants and some boots. You could tell he was attractive even without the cover-up. As you finish up the assessment of your daughter's friend's (hot) dad, it occurs to you the fact that he had sunglasses on doesn't hide the fact that you were totally just checking him out.

"Mizuki, I told you to stop running off like that." He grabs the young girl and gives her a playful nuggy.

"Sorry Daddy!" Mizuki giggles and slips away from him and runs to hide behind you instead, your daughter following. They both peek from behind you, and you have no other choice but to introduce yourself.

"Hi, you're Mizuki's dad, I'm guessing? I'm Y/N, Niyuki's mom." You smile warmly.

He nods at your assumption, his expression still the same as before. "Katsuki, it's great to finally meet the mother of this other troublemaker's friend." He playfully steps in Mizuki's direction and she immediately runs to your other side, giggling.

Something about him was eerily familiar. You couldn't place your finger on it, but you simply chalked it up to the fact you have probably seen him in passing at a few of their birthday parties or so. But something about that didn't feel right… Either way, you ignore it. It wasn't a bad feeling but the fact you couldn't place your finger on it would later down the road bug you. You decide to ask instead.

"Have I seen you—"

"Daddy, can we go to Niyuki's house to watch movies now?" Mizuki cuts you off in the middle of your question, undoubtedly earning a glare from her father.

"Mizuki, what'd I tell you about interrupting people when they talk?" Bakugo lifts his sunglasses this time, his gaze revealing he was solely looking at her.

She pouts using you as a shield once again before tugging on your clothes. "Sorry oba-san…" Mizuki says with one of the deadliest puppy faces you've ever seen. There was no doubt she was one of the cutest 6-year-olds you have ever seen. How could you be annoyed with a look like that?

"It's okay, Mizuki. What were you asking?" You ask them and turn better, bending down a bit to be at both of the girl's levels.

"Can we please watch movies in Niyuki's playroom? Pleeaaseeee?" Mizuki asks and your daughter steps up to beg as well.

"Please, Mommy!! We'll be good too!" Niyuki reasons.

"I'm not sure, ladies…" You trail off as you consider that maybe Katsuki himself probably planned out for the afternoon and didn't want to forcefully make him commit to an impromptu earlier playdate.

"It's alright." Katsuki pipes up and you three look back at him. He lightly shrugs and answers as if he could read your mind, "We were going to play it by ear for the rest of the day anyways."

The two children couldn't quite comprehend the second bit of what he said, but they did understand that it was a yes from what he said in the beginning. They gleefully look at you and start tugging and hugging at you.

"Please, Mommmyyy!" Niyuki pleads, now joining in on giving you a hard to disapprove of puppy look as well.

You lightly laugh and nod your head, finally pulling them in for a proper hug and then giving them a tickle to fend off their offensive stance. "Okay, okay! We can do the movie night! But I want you two to at least spend an hour or so here before agreeing to let you two be cooped up inside for the night."

"Okay!" They exclaim in unison. The moment they break free of your grasp is when they run to the playscape. You sigh as you stand up and give Katsuki a soft smile before properly sitting down on one of the benches. He's close second to following your lead, you both now watching as the two girls play with each other as well as other kids. It seemed most parents decided today was a great day to let their kids out. Mostly because it would tire them out for the night which was a plus.

"I wasn't expecting Niyuki's mother to be so beautiful," Katsuki randomly says, cutting the silence. You look at him with a surprised look on your face, a blush starting to rise on your complexion.

"I could say the same for Mizuki's father." You bashfully laugh and un-subconsciously move to adjust your clothes. Admittedly you were not as designer dressed as he was, nor were you in your best fit. One thing to notice other than his attractiveness is that he has impeccable style. Something that shocked you a little since men in their 20s (especially with kids) don't seem to care too much these days. It wouldn't shock you if he had some sort of unconventional job.

He turns to you when you respond, a teasing smirk now dawning on his face. You don't miss the look-over he gives you and you're sure that he wasn't trying to hide it either. "You know they'll be all tired before they reach halfway through the first movie…"

"That is true…" You play into his words as you look forward instead. You feel your heart start to race when he rests his arm on the back of the bench behind you. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the cloth and welcome it. The weather was too hot but his touch was something you were starting to get curious about. "I guess that'll just leave us two to relax then."

"I could help you with that, I'm a pro at saving people."

You hum at his words, "You're a chivalrous man, that's uncommon these days," a teasing smile to rival him now finds its way on your face. "What else are you good at, Katsuki?"

"I'm also really good with my hands." Katsuki humors you, his hand shifting near your shoulder where his arm lay. "Pretty strong too."

"Ah, so those muscles aren't just for show?" Feeling bold, you reach to rest your hand on his thigh, his muscles immediately flexing under your touch.

He leans in closer to whisper in your ear as he answers, his hand now resting lightly on your shoulder. "I gotta make sure I'm always in shape to save beautiful women like you."

A buzzing near your touch catches you off guard as you try to not completely fold at his words. A catchy ringtone soon follows the buzzing and it's now apparent that what you were feeling was his phone. He pulls away with a huff and pulls out his phone, excusing himself as he answers it.

You exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding in as he leaves. You can't remember the last time you had talked to a male, much less flirted. Most of your days surrounded working and finishing up school as you wanted nothing but the best for your kid. You didn't go out often anymore, and if you did, you only stuck around with your friends. You couldn't complain but feeling so affected like this was starting to make you feel nervous, almost like when you had got back out into the dating world the first time. You tried not to think about those thoughts.

Now, you were back to watching the girls again and they seemed to be having a blast. The day's heat didn't phase them at all and they played to their heart's content. It seemed as though they were playing cops & robbers with the other kids, and honestly, you didn't care what they were doing as long as they were being safe. The good thing about the friendship between the two was that they always looked out for each other; never mind the fact that their circumstances brought them closer together.

Even with how hard you've been trying to do this mother thing, inescapable thoughts always plagued your mind. Mainly about the fact if your daughter truly wanted to stay with you. This whole arrangement of only getting to see your child three days a week has been going on for about a year and some change now. You know that it'd be too early for her to get "tired" of you, but you can't help the fear of her getting sick of you. One thing was for certain is that you definitely are not as well off as her father although you did make sure to pick up extra shifts when you wanted to get her something real nice.

However, your moment of contemplation comes to an end when two girls come barreling towards you, their approaching giggles making you snap out of your thoughts.

"Mommy!"

"Yes?" Your eyes refocus and you smile softly at the two girls, their wild energy showing how much they truly were out there on the playground having fun.

"Can we have some ice cream please!" Mizuki asks, tugging your arm.

"Please, please, please, PLEASEEE!" Niyuki begs.

You gape a bit overwhelmed at the two young energies, trying to reason with yourself as Niyuki had already gotten ice cream prior. You were sure her best friend did as you knew that both her parents loved to spoil her—even before you had an introduction to Katsuki. It was a hot day and you didn't seem to mind, you were getting pretty hot as well…

"... Okay, but that's the last before we head home! When you finish, that's enough park time."

Your answer is to their standards as they both shower you with affection to thank you for caving into their cuteness. You roll your eyes but the smile doesn’t disappear as you keep an eye on them as they wander to the truck.

"Sorry 'bout that," The new but familiar voice calls out as he walks up to you. "Important business and shit."

Your brows raise at the casual curse and laugh a little, folding your arms as you look up at him. "No problem, but I did tell them that we will be leaving as soon as they finish their ice cream." You inform, nodding your head towards their direction as you keep an eye out for them.

"Great timing, I was about to talk to you about that."

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The two girls were happier than ever riding together back to your apartment. They sang along to their favorite songs, played I Spy, and talked about all sorts of things you expect from children. It's easier to tune them out when you're around them long enough.

Their excitement continued when you got to your home. As soon as you reached your unit the two beelined to the kitchen after dropping their shoes and bags at the door. And yes, you guessed it, they had matching pairs too. Niyuki knew to go to the kitchen first thing though as she knew you would make something in the meantime before the movie started.

"You two know the rules! Stay near the island to avoid getting bit by sharks!" You called out to them as you fixed up the entryway. You listen out to hear them, still hearing them squeal and toy around in there. You slip off your shoes, adding them to the rest of the shoes before lazily pulling on your house slippers. "The sharks are coming in five… four… three…!" Your warning does the trick as by the time you reach the kitchen they're both sitting in their respective seats and both looking mischievous and peeking at you behind their hands. You make a show of surveying the room as if you can't see where they are and the girls are now "safe" for following your directions. "It seems as though the sharks are clear!"

They celebrate the win, now eager to watch you work your magic.

You three had a fun time as you tried your best to make sure they were safe (the entire time you were internally panicking to make sure everything was okay). Niyuki liked watching you cook and you were more than happy to help her learn as well as do some hands-on stuff. It was only natural that her best friend would follow suit in her curiosity. Niyuki's sole enjoyment of watching you cook is what encourages you to do it more often and get better at it too.

Now there was an assortment of snacks aside from their main meal. It was true that you spoiled her a wee bit when she was with you, but you couldn't help it. Niyuki was your everything and when times were needed you were able to say no.

Once you set up their bowls with their food, the doorbell rings. You figured it was the man who would make another appearance for the night.

"Alright girls, bring your food to the room." You command and watch them leave before making it out into the hallway, finally answering the door when they are both in the designated room. "Katsuki!" You smile and open the door wider.

The blonde-haired male grins at you and holds up the childishly bright bags for Mizuki. "Sorry for taking so long. This should be everything." You nod and reach for it, his actions making you pause as he pulls it a bit towards him as if to hold it from you. "Is it alright if I see Mizuki before I leave?"

You feel your skin flush in embarrassment, hastily stepping to the side and opening the door more to let him in. "I-I am so sorry! Of course, you can," You close the door and lock it behind him when he finally steps in and gets his shoes off. He doesn't need much introduction when two heads pop out from the doorway of the playroom, one squealing in excitement as she runs up to her father to hug him.

"Daddy you're here!" Mizuki exclaims and pulls him in the direction of the room. "Come look at Niyuki's playroom!"

"I'm not sure--"

"No, no it's okay! Let me clean up the kitchen in the meantime." You smile as the three make their way to the room.

Sticking to your word, you waste no time cleaning up. You have a slight hum as you move around the kitchen, appreciating how well today has gone so far. You even met your daughter's best friend, hot dad… who would've thunk? You bite your lip to suppress a giggle that threatens to escape you, a giddy smile still on your face. Gosh, when was the last time you ever found someone attractive? It felt like forever since you've been focusing on parenting, school, and not to mention having a job.

You think about how well the man dressed and how good he smelled. You had to hand it to him, he was really put together and you could see why Mizuki's mother let him in the first place. He didn't seem too bad personality-wise either. Katsuki was the right amount of cheeky and arrogant that was the complete opposite of your ex. It didn't help that his well-defined muscles and physique showed with his great fashion taste. Luckily for you though, Katsuki felt the same way about you.

When he had first seen you, there was no mistaking in the way he immediately found you attractive. Dressed in your form-fitting sundress surely accentuates everything about your womanly body. The way the cloth hung to your mounds and all the beautiful parts of your limbs. But unlike you, he was able to hide how much he was checking you out. Except while indoors he no longer needed sunglasses and he was sure you were feeling the same way about him.

Katsuki's eyes are trained on your butt as you flawlessly move around, the color of your dress perfectly folding around the two globes of your ass as you move. He leans against the doorway once he finally looks up at the back of your head, crossing his arms. "Hey," Katsuki's voice calls out to you. You whip your head around to look at him, eyes enraptured with how attractive the young man is. "Sorry for the weird behavior earlier at the park…"

"It's okay! Really. Stuff comes up sometimes, glad that you were able to get it settled." You turn off the sink and dry your hands, turning to face him as you place the towel on the island in front of you. You don't miss the way his eyes drag down to check out your body.

"The girls will probably knock before they even finish halfway through the movie," Katsuki predicts, his eyes predatory when he looks up at you. "could make it up to you while they're busy."

You shy as you two make proper eye contact. "How could you possibly make it up to me?" You bat your lashes at him, a faint blush heating your skin at the implications of his offer.

An attractive grin spreads across his lips as he pushes off your doorway. "I could show you but it's better if we do it somewhere private."

It takes everything in you to hide the chill that runs up your spine at how he easily toyed with ideas without being so vulgar with it. As if your body is moving on its own, you walk towards him and flash a smile that has equal parts of mischief and seduction.

"I'm interested."

As soon as that door closes behind you two, there is no denying the tension that fills the room. His lips are soft and hot against yours and the feeling has your body tingling. His heavy and calloused hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you closer to his chest, your hands placing themselves on his biceps to try and steady yourself against him. Katsuki hums in satisfaction, tasting your sweet lip gloss on his mouth, teeth moving to nip at your bottom lip to ask for more. You willingly comply and open your mouth although timid about the experience.

You were feeling fresh in the kitchen but now that you two were getting down to it, you were starting to feel shy again. Up until now, it had practically been years since you dated a man, much less kissed or hooked up with one. There was no denying that you were attracted to this man but your mind was starting to cloud with doubts that you wish would just go away. You try to ignore it erstwhile you feel his strong hands slip down to grab your rump through the beloved sundress you wore today.

You softly groan in the kiss as he pulls away, eyes with innocent determination to see this through. His eyes are hot on you and it takes everything in you not to look away. He walks you to your bed, instantly getting on top of you once he has you adjusted to his liking. In a hurry, you move to untie one of the straps on your shoulder, his heavy hand stopping you as he leans into your ear to convey his true thoughts

"'Gonna fuck you in this dress, princess," Katsuki smirks down at you when he pulls away and stands up properly. He tugs you towards the edge of the bed so that your legs hang off the edge, his hands on your hips. He leans down to give your lips a chaste kiss before spreading your legs and kneeling between them. Katsuki's hands softly grip your ankles, the tips of his fingers disappearing at the hem of your dress. His hands slowly drag the fabric up, his hot lips that were once on yours now kissing their way up on your left leg as took his time exposing his skin. "Keep looking at me, baby." Katsuki directs when you lose eye contact with him as he finally meets your inner thigh, his teeth giving the plush skin a teasing bite. You softly whimper, the apparent wet spot on your panties deepening.

He groans at your scent and slightly pulls away to look at your cunt, his hands now placed on the back of your thighs and pressing it to your body. He takes his knuckle to rub up against your labia, adding more pressure once he reaches the top of your cunt to play with your clit. You wantonly moan as he continues to rub at your clit, the fabric of your panties creating a friction that was heavenly but frustrating you greatly. You needed to feel his fingers on you and this wasn't cutting it.

"Katsuki," You breathe out, hips bucking into his handling. He simply hums at you calling out his name, his rubbing slowing down as his gaze now has a teasing glint to it. "N-Need more, please, Katsuki," There's a whimper in your voice, only barely hinting at the desperation that this man can stir inside you.

"More've what?" Katsuki grins at how flushed your expression is, your face dreamy as ever.

"Fingers, need them." You manage to prop yourself up on your elbow as the other reaches down to tug at the panties on your hip. Katsuki snickers at your impatience, his thumb pulling aside your panties to expose your soaked cunt to him. He gives you one last kiss on your inner thigh before he wordlessly dives in.

Katsuki applies his tongue flat against your cunt and gives you a long stripe up until it reaches your clit, just like what he had done with his knuckle moments ago. A breathless moan escapes your lips as he starts to swirl his tongue against the erect bud, his textured and wet muscle taking pride in its work. He closes his mouth around your cunt, leaning more to taste more of the slick that your cunny produces. The vibrations of him moaning from the taste makes you shiver, this feeling of having your cunt licked like this felt so familiar but foreign at the same time. His eyes stay glued to you as he pleasures you, finding everything you do so damn attractive to look at.

Lapping a bit more he pulls away and spits on your cunt using his fingers to lube you up more. He wraps one of his arms around your thigh and holds it to his shoulder, holding you in place as he finally inserts two thick fingers into your cunt. Soon enough, his mouth is back into your count, the tip of his tongue playing with the sensitive bud at the top of your pussy.

The sounds grow increasingly more obscene as he shamelessly laps at your cunt and works his fingers into you. His digits curl to find your g-spot, softly teasing the spot and eliciting more volume from you. You quickly try to hold back how loud you are, walls clenching around his fingers at how good it feels. You bite your lip and suppress a loud groan from slipping out, hips attempting to pull back with no use. Katsuki keeps you locked in close to him and ups the ante by using the tips of your fingers to continue to stroke at the sensitive spot of your g-spot. His tongue now applies more pressure to your clit to bring you further.

"'Suki--" You call out, your hand coming down to grip and tug at his hair. Shivers rack through your body as a long and drawn-out orgasm hits you, his movements aiding to help you bring you down from it. He pulls his fingers out and presses his tongue flat against your cunt to clean up the mess between your legs. You move your hips back in protest and he loosens his grip to let you do so.

You watch with bated breath as he starts to unbuckle his pants, your eyes glued to what is soon to be revealed. Katsuki's movements to get his garment removed are so fluid that you almost miss it when he pulls the condom out from his back pocket. He tears open the soft foil with his teeth and applies the slippery protection onto his hard cock. You instinctively open your legs when he draws closer, a soft mewl leaving your lips when he aligns his tip to your opening.

"You good?" Katsuki softly asks, his other hand holding your thigh open, thumb rubbing your thigh as he awaits your answer. You nod your head and grind your hips against his tip, hand coming up to pull him closer to you as you answer.

"Give it to me, Katsuki."

The man grins at your plea and lays you on your side, choosing to slowly sink himself into you from your approval. The obscene moan you let out gets covered up by Katsuki's lips finding itself upon yours again, happily taking in your willful noises. At first, he takes long and drawn thrusts, trying to accommodate his size for your comfort. This position allows no remorse and you already knew what you were in for when he put you in it. When you two separate from the kiss, his lips are quick to find your neck, his hands now respectively on your ass and thigh to hold you in place. Amid a deeper thrust, he gives an equally rough bite, the force making you moan. You relax your leg more to allow him to hold you better, him taking your actions as the go-ahead to pick finally pick up the pace.

You feel as though you are on cloud nine with his wet kisses and teasing bites covering your neck, his thrusts and handling furthering your ecstasy. His skin smacks against yours as he starts to get rougher with his thrusts, hands gripping you tighter too. You grip at the sheets below you and tilt your head back, mouth agape as you so desperately try to keep up with him. He gives your ass a spank when he feels your pussy clench around him, an animalistic growl coming from him as he repeats this. He pulls away from your half-covered chest and glares at the top of your dress, now getting annoyed at the article of clothing.

Katsuki doesn't slow his hips for a second as he more than easily rips open the top of your dress and earns a discontent whine from you that gets forgotten when he presses a bit deeper into your cunt. His lips press themselves to your newly exposed skin, his tongue happily taking in one of your nipples to suckle and nibble on. There's no mistaking that he's having free reign in the marks on your skin but you're too wrapped on how everything feels to care. An expletive leaves your mouth in a string of whispers when he angles his hips to hit your g-spot, prompting you to reach down and rub your clit for more stimulation.

"Fuck," Katsuki cusses under his breath as he leans up to watch you take his cock, nails digging into your skin and enjoying the way your pussy envelopes his cock. Not to mention the hot visual of you playing with yourself furthering his contentment. He lifts your leg a bit under your knee and quickens his pace. He watches with hungry eyes as your tits bounce at the force, a pretty face to match and his marks all over your body's skin. He groans as his thrusts start to feel heavier, his orgasm impending. He nearly loses it when you grind back against him to chase your release.

There was an air of innocence that surrounded you but everything you did said otherwise. Katsuki simply couldn't get enough of you and he simply didn't want to. Fuck, he wasn't expecting his daughter's best friend mom to be super hot and sweet.

"C-Cunming…!" You mewl, brows scrunch in concentration as you finish off on his cock. His swift thrusts help in coaxing it out of you, slick dripping from your cunt and messy-ing up your inner thighs. He swoops down to give you an open kiss, tongue pressed against yours haughtily as he follows your climax with his own after a few more pumps.

After a few lazy and exchanged kisses he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two. You laugh a little as you wipe the remnants away. "That's the best I've had in a long time." You jokingly cut the silence, a chuckle from him following.

"Could say the same." He softly grunts, pulling out from you, and gently places your legs down. He effortlessly picks you up and rests you further on the bed where your legs can find refuge on the plush mattress. "You okay, need me to get anything?"

The first question confuses you. To your recollection, you had never been asked that before. Not after sex when the deed has already been done and the willing participant has already had their fill. A pang of displaced emotions starts to wrack up inside you, a nervous laugh coming from you when you realize that you spaced out trying to conceptualize what you had just been innocently asked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm good! Thanks for asking," You smile sweetly and the cute expression earns a pat on the cheek from him. Shamelessly, the gesture shot a jolt of arousal straight to your core.

"You got a bathroom around here?"

Following Katsuki's departure leaves you in silence. There was a feeling of dissonance that you couldn't really place your finger on and the fact it was all coming together was undoubtedly giving you the worst post-nut clarity ever. You didn't regret having sex Katsuki, that wasn't the case, but how not sleazy he was certainly opened up your eyes. The male decency that you have been robbed of for so long was finally starting to settle and you didn't like the feeling one bit. Tears start to burn in your eyes and you desperately try to wipe them away the longer you sit in your thoughts.

Fortunately for you though, the doorbell sounds repeatedly which slowly brings you back to the present. Your once feelings of despair and disgust are now turning into annoyance. You take your time slinking out of your bed, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and huff at how disheveled you looked. The dress that you've been dying to wear was now torn and stretched, the condition bringing a pout to your face.

You undress fully and grab one of your robes to cover yourself up with, the piece is a bit scandalous but covering you well. You quietly make your way down the hall to not wake up the two girls (if they were awake they definitely would've interrupted you and Katsuki) and finally make it to the door. You peer into the peephole and softly gasp at the person behind the door. The doorbell starts to buzz loudly again and you angrily fumble to unlock your door, it now also occurs to you that the noise could be disturbing the two young girls' sleep.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You greet your ex with much-deserved hostility.

Shindo simply rolls his eyes at your annoyance and crosses his arms as if it were your fault for his impatience. "I called and texted you multiple times. I'm here to pick up Niyuki."

You openly scoff at his demand, standing taller at his attempt at showing his dominance. You mirror his actions and cross your arms too.

"She's staying with me for the weekend. Why are you here?"

Your ex mockingly scoffs at you questioning him, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.

"I need to explain why I want my daughter to be with me? You know, the parent who never neglected her once in her entire life." Shindo looks you up and down, openly grimacing at how fucked out you look. "You can't even control yourself, you have no shame, do you?"

As much as you try to keep up the strong facade, there is no denying the tightening in your chest. You don't want to admit it but his words hurt you deeply. His toxic words were starting to feel all too familiar and your body was starting to shut down.

"The agreement was that she would stay the weekend with me. Niyuki's having a sleepover with her friend, there's no point of you coming here."

"Do you think I fucking care about a "sleepover" when her mother is busy being a tramp when she's distracted?" He shamelessly accuses and shifts his expression to one of fake pity and concern. "Do you think you deserve her, hm? I mean look at you, running around and can't even stay committed to us even when I've tried."

"Watch how you fuckin' talk to her, asshole."

A voice filled with just as much disdain comes from behind you, the sheer amount of aggression battling Shindo's. You immediately turn to look at him, mind moving faster than your body in your shocked state.

"I'm sorry, who the fuck are you exactly?" Shindo tilts his head and reaches out to push the door further to reveal who the man is. He freezes when a blonde and spiked hair catches his eyes first, his mockery of emotions from earlier now turning into real anger and a hint of fear. "Bakugo-?!"

Katsuki grabs the edge of the door and pulls it open wider to allow him more space to pass, making sure not to harm you as he gets between you and your toxic ex. "You wanna repeat that, dickhead?" He fists up his shirt and backs him away from the door. "Is that how a hero treats a woman, eh?"

Shindo curses under his breath, fighting against him. The mach attitudes between the two start to boil over as it's obvious that they have met prior. When it escalates to more than words, you start getting a bit fearful. A more aggressive push from Katsuki prompts you to call out for them to stop. One thing about your ex is that he hated being out matched and there was no denying that Katsuki seemed like the type of guy to beat that out of him. It wasn't until their exchange seemed to elevate in volume and another light next door turned on. You plead for them to stop again, your hand lightly tugging at Katsuki's arm although knowing your touch wouldn't be able to do shit against a muscled man like him. Eventually they do stop on Katsuki's accord, both breathing heavily as they stare down at each other. Your ex aggressively scoffs and shoves Katsuki away from him as he looks between you two, gathering himself.

"Have fun with the little gold digger, Dynamight," Shindo says lowly and bumps shoulders with Katsuki as he leaves.

A heavy silence is left in his wake between you and Katsuki. You tiredly rub your face and breathe out a sigh, the exhale soon turning into a dry sob. Katsuki fidgets awkwardly before reaching out to you and pulling you close, letting you rest your forehead on his chest.

"Fuck, he stresses me out," You mumble against his tank, wiping away your tears. "I'm sorry you had to witness that…"

"Hey, he's fuckin' douchebag, alright? Who gives a fuck what he thinks." Katsuki pills away a bit to cup your chin and forces you to look up at him, the gesture warming your cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up and you can rant about whatever the fuck you want, it's getting cold." He holds the collar of your robe and gives it a playful tug. You softly nod your head then lead him inside.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had only been two days since you had first met and slept with Katsuki and the smile on your face never seemed to disappear.

Thinking about the man easily brought butterflies to your chest, memories of you two keeping you on cloud nine. After you two had gone back inside Friday night, he had comforted you in many ways. It felt silly to say it—that the foreign feeling you were getting in your chest only had one name: a crush. Not full-blown but enough that every time you thought about your Friday night—past the awful interaction with your ex-boyfriend—was one of the best times you have ever enjoyed yourself with a man.

Katsuki did listen to you. He cleaned you up, cuddled you, kissed you throughout, and eventually you two even two more rounds. Never had you felt so comfortable, so… domestic. It was evident that your bright attitude was something your daughter noticed too.

"Mommy?" Niyuki calls out from the doorway, successfully gaining your attention.

You press the small bento box you were prepping Mizuki to take home closed, a smile on your face as you welcome your daughter to make her way to you. "What's up, munchkin?"

"I have to tell you something," She tugs at your pajama pants, a look far from playful or childish in her eyes. You feel your heart sink a bit at how serious she is, bending down to get face level with her.

"Niyuki? What's wrong?" You hold her arms and pull her closer to you, trying to keep contact with her as she avoids looking at you.

"I don't want to go to Pa's this week, I want to stay with you."

You're taken back from her confession, unsure of how to process it. "What do you mean, 'Yuki? Don't you want to see daddy-?"

"No, I want to stay with you," Niyuki regains her courage to look up at you, establishing how much she truly feels. "I heard you guys last night. I want to stay with you more. Daddy's house isn't nice, I don't like it there anymore."

"Niyuki, I…" You shamefully look away at the fact she bore witness to that awful exchange last night. You felt awful that she had seen it, much less found out how dysfunctional your relationship is. You pull her in for a hug and nuzzle her hair and she is more than willing to take in your embrace. "I am so sorry you had to see that, baby. Mommy will see what she can do about how you feel being at Daddy's house, okay?" You hold her cheeks in your palms and she nods her head in agreement.

She places a kiss on your cheek and swiftly leaves the kitchen as if the exchange didn't happen, leaving you by yourself in the kitchen. You stare off into the distance at the exchange, not sure what to think or do with yourself. It wasn't until you felt a wet sensation coating your cheeks that you realized you were crying.

Faintly down the hall, you could hear Niyuki nagging at her best friend and the two giggling and playing around as children do. You sit down on the floor and rest against one of the cupboards as your doubts start to ease themselves, everything in your life turning around so fast that it's hard to grasp.

You had thought for the longest time that Niyuki was simply putting up with you. It is no lie Shindo has more resources than you. The money, house, toys, etc. he has everything you don't. He didn't need to work the extra shifts to make sure she had presents for special occasions, he could easily buy the things she needed and wanted. You thought the only things that could make a child satisfied were the things they could see, touch, and have. You didn't think the small things counted, not when you're an adult where a random Friday could have easily been one of her favorite days in her childhood.

You don't bother wiping the tears from your face as you try to pull yourself together, snot and everything clouding your nasal passage. Oddly you felt numb, like the joy you were feeling was foreign. Nothing felt real but you knew you couldn't stay sitting on your kitchen floor silently crying as you desperately tried to register what the hell your body was going through at the moment. You weakly pull yourself up using the counter to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the counter and obnoxiously blow your nose into it. You mumble a few cuss words under your breath as you attempt to freshen up as you try coming down from the emotional rollercoaster of this weekend. As much as you wanted time to process this, doing it in a home with a kid who could barge in at any minute was hard. Especially when there are two.

The doorbell rings and you glance at the time on the stove. It was a bit early for Mizuki's mother to pick her up, but you decided you'd just invite her in until the child was ready to leave.

You lazily walk over to the door and peer into the peephole to double-check, your face twisting into an expression of shock as you pull open the door and wordlessly confront the person on the other side.

"... Do you normally answer the door looking a mess?" Katsuki teases, giving you a look over and lingering at the places he seems to like.

You jokingly nudge him and roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stand a bit taller, feeling your heartbeat pound against your chest. "Haha, very funny." You sniffle and wipe your cheek, the gesture not going unnoticed.

"Did something happen? Did that prick come over and harass you again?" Katsuki grows angrier at the idea, his expression souring.

"No, no, it wasn't that." You quickly ease his concerns and this time remind yourself to look around to make sure there aren't any extra ears before stepping out and closing the door behind you. "This morning, Niyuki told me she wants to stay with me, not just on the weekends." You look up at him finally, your lips immediately curling into a soft smile once you're able to say it out loud.

He grins and pulls you in for a hug, giving you a squeeze when you wrap your arms around his shoulder and squeal. He rocks you back and forth before pulling away while maintaining his hold on your waist. "This shit feels unreal, you know?" You lightly laugh as you look up at him, a radiant smile on your face.

"Her mother is amazing, of course she'd want to stay with you." Katsuki gives your hip a squeeze with his free hand, the action pulling your attention to the solid object digging into your side, the feeling making you look down at his hand.

"Oh," Katsuki steps back and holds up a slim, medium box that had a ribbon tied around it, holding it up for you. "Here."

"For me?"

"Who else, dumbass?"

You snort at his bluntness and shoot him a playful glare as you open the gift. It takes you a few seconds to realize what it is, a gasp following your surprise at the expensive dress, and start to close it back up. "Oh my god, I-I can't have this!"

"Why not? You'll look perfect in it." Katsuki pulls you closer with his hand that was still on your hip, his other landing on your abandoned one. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things."

You playfully push him away and look at the box again before looking up at him. "Seriously, for me?"

"Yes." Katsuki holds your chin up and softly rubs your bottom lip under the pad of his thumb. "And you better get used to it, I'll be buying you a lot of those."

"Why?" You laugh, leaning into him and tilting your head up to challenge him.

"'Cuz I'll be tearing a lot more stuff off of that pretty body of yours," He leans closer to brush his lips against yours with a smirk on his face, "Plus, I need an excuse to see you again."

He seals his promise with a kiss, hands coming up to hold your waist as he presses himself against you.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

It had been a few months since you and Katsuki had officially started dating. Your mood significantly has changed for the better and made it a lot easier to adjust to having your daughter now finally staying with you instead of her father.

It was hard being able to advocate for yourself but the verdict was in favor since the child should be able to choose where to stay. It did help the fact that your new boyfriend, who you had learned and realized is a top pro-hero in the country, just so happened to bring the best kind of reputation to the courts.

As adults do, you did talk to Mizuki's mother before deciding to fully go through with dating the man. Ultimately it is true that she can't decide what you two do, but you owed it to her for being such a good friend to you and didn't want to step over any toes. She was more than happy to give her blessing and practically threw him over to you, more than happy to let things rest since she is soon to be married anyway.

There was nothing that could prepare you for this turn of events and every day it was easier to wake up feeling happy and blessed. Currently, you just got your culinary degree so that also means one less stress and burden off of your shoulders and another venture soon on the horizon: a head chef.

You just adjusted your graduation gown and looked around for your family, your face immediately lighting up seeing them not too far from where the graduates are exiting. It took almost everything in you not to run in excitement when you were finally able to make it towards them.

"Congratulations, honey!" Your parents are first to engulf you in a hug, the rest of the group close behind. You chuckle as two smaller bodies take your legs, none other than Niyuki and Mizuki claiming each side.

"Congratulations, Mommy!" Niyuki grins up at you.

"Thank you, Niyuki." You lean down to kiss her on the forehead and do the same for Mizuki.

"Do I get a kiss too?"

You look up at the inquisitor, a grin sprouting out on your face as you stand back up. "Of course."

He pulls you in and gives you a kiss, the action getting a mix of responses to the show of affection. Katsuki presents to you a beautifully arranged bouquet along with a promise that there were a lot more gifts back at his place.

Most days in the past you prayed for times like this, but now you were happy you didn't have to anymore.

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