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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years ago

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Date Night Gone Wrong in the Best Way

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader x Tōru Oikawa

Prompt/summary: After being dumped awhile back and staying single, you meet a man that seems funny, sweet, and pretty cute. You thought a date with him would be fun, witty and something that may end up with at least a new friend. However, you were completely unprepared for just how boring the man was truly going to be. You’re shocked when you’re tapped on the shoulder, even more surprised to see a man you hadn’t seen since the end of high school, your old boyfriend Oikawa who you were still hung up over and only realize it more as the night goes on. After your date ditches you when you get to chatting with the man, you head back with Oikawa to your apartment since your date had driven you. While you had expected a simple conversation that led to a kiss would lead to a magical night you had missed so desperately since you were younger, you were shocked when you opened the door and met eyes with your more recent ex who left you hanging and suddenly came back to beg for your forgiveness. The night you were expecting with the man you originally went out with had changed once again, but the result of the night was more than you could have ever expected

Word count: 15.3K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, multiple orgasms, light clit stimulation, pussy and anal penetration, daddy kink. Bickering between Atsumu and Oikawa, Atsumu vs. Oikawa feel, fluff, comfort, happy ending, 18+

Notes: I know... it’s a lot of words. It took me an hour to proofread and it was worth it. This was super fun to write and as much as I debated on not making it so long, I don’t think I could really make it a two parter, and even then I don’t regret how long it is at all. I hope you all enjoy this (if you can even get through it)

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In a bored manner, you blinked, looking across the table at the man and struggling not to yawn. You were excited to finally go out on another date after your ex had abruptly decided he needed space from you to focus more on his career. You’d been so patient, so understanding, and now you were slightly bitter. Perhaps even more than slightly as you thought back to all of the nights you stayed up late for him to get home from practice to make sure he got some food before bed after getting up before him every morning to go to work.

Unintentionally, your eyes narrowed at nothing as you zoned out from the words the man in front of you was saying. Something or another about his job, you weren’t sure where you were in the conversation, but you knew it started all because of his car. When you met him, he’d seemed so nice— so flirty and witty, just like you had always liked them. Before he had started going on and on about his car nearly the second you sat down with him, you thought this was going to be a fun night whether you got laid or not like you typically did on dates with attractive and witty men.

It was easy to get into bed with your ex’s, but this guy? You’d have rather choked yourself out with a piece of broccoli right now than spend more than 10 more seconds listening to him enthusiastically talk all about himself.

A tap on your shoulder suddenly made you jump and blink, snapping you from your trance. You quickly looked to where the tap on your shoulder came from when you realized that it wasn’t the man in front of you finally realizing that you weren’t listening to him.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered softly. “Tōru!” You couldn’t help but grin back at the man when you saw it was him. He sent you a pearly smile, as handsome as you had remembered him from back in high school, though it was obvious now he spent a lot more time under the hot sun in Argentina.

“Hi,” he disrupted your dinner, pulling a chair over and sitting down close to you, completely ignoring the man across from you and sending you this familiar look with your eyes; he knew that you were far too nice to make someone shut up or straight up walk away from someone, and he always sent you this “I saw you were in trouble with this conversation and came to help you” look that you caught even now and sent him an all too relieved look in return. “It’s been so long.”

“We were sort of on a date.” The man across from you spoke, catching Oikawa’s attention. He looked back to him and sent him an almost sickly smile.

“Yeah, yeah— but if you’ll excuse us, I haven’t seen my best friend in years.” He said, blinking at the man who looked between the two of you. He met your eyes, looking as if he wanted you to intervene and tell the other man to go away, but instead you only looked back at Oikawa.

“How is Argentina?” Your date scoffed while Oikawa looked at you.

“It’s amazing! I was scared to leave home at first. I missed my family and my friends, but Argentina was the best decision I could have made. All things considering.” He almost trailed off as you sent the man a sweet smile. “It’s been a long time… I hope you’re alright.” You nodded lightly as the man across from you got impatient and stood, tossing his napkin down on the table and leaving without a word. “Is he gone?” You glanced to the door where you saw the man leave and nodded.

Before you could even say anything else, you gave a sound in shock as warm lips pressed to yours.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He said, looking at you as your cheeks flushed bright red. He couldn’t have cared less that the two of you were dead smack in the middle of a restaurant that was crowded with so many people— people who might have recognized him. But as you looked back at him, you found it hard to care about the other people in the building either. “Argentina is amazing, but… leaving you to go… you told me to, to chase my dreams, I know— but… I almost wish I would have stayed or tried harder with you.”

“We both agreed that long distance wasn’t gonna work out.” You spoke as softly as he was. “It wasn’t just you leaving me. Even spending hours on the phone and constantly talking to each other, different time zones and different countries can support friendships, but… I don’t think… I could have been so far from you and not fall apart.” You hesitated, looking down before his warm hand gently nudged your chin up.

“It’ll be okay.” He said softly. “I’m here, aren’t I?” A small smile twitched onto the corner of your mouth as you nodded slowly.

“Yeah… yeah, you are here.”

You gave a soft sound as your back pushed to the door and shut it hard behind you, reaching back and shakily locking the door while the man in front of you stripped his jacket off and helped you take your own off. Your arms wrapped back around his shoulders, hand pushing up into his hair while he kissed you desperately. You could hardly even remember how you got here, instead spaced out as Oikawa’s hand squeezed at your thigh in his car and you made your way over to suck on his cock while he drove you back to your apartment.

Carelessly, Oikawa kicked his shoes off by the door and brought you up into his arms, earning another shocked sound from you that made you break the kiss as your back pressed to the door. He could have cared less, leaning in and kissing along your neck, making you give a soft moan at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth pressing to your skin. You had almost forgotten how good of a kisser your ex was, though you swore he had gotten that much better over his time in Argentina.

Your fingers gave his hair a soft tug, earning a quiet sound from the man as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and reached off your thighs to help take your shoes off for you. The knee length dress you wore had seemed like a much better idea as Oikawa slid his hand along your bare thigh.

Blindly, Oikawa brought you back from the door, carefully bringing you to the sofa and laying you down, you licked your lips and eyed the man as he started to undo the buttons on his shirt until it hung loose around his muscular body. Your cheeks warmed as he leaned down and kissed you again, reaching down to undo his belt buckle for him. Your fingers shook as he kissed you, distracting you almost completely from taking his belt off and undoing the button on his pants.

The apartment was dark, only a small lamp beside the sofa was on and barely illuminated the apartment, but you could have cared less. The second that you got the keys into the door, you knew that things were going to go fast. You knew that you weren’t going to spend time turning on lights to look like you were home and instead you were going to be too caught up in Oikawa’s body and his lips to even care if it was dark.

A soft sound left the man as your fingers pushed into his pants and grasped at his cock again, feeling him twitch in your wind chilled fingers as you started to stroke him. He left your lips, going to kiss down your neck again. You laid your head back on the sofa, eyebrows screwing inwards with a soft moan as the man sucked on your neck. His teeth gently nibbled on your skin, but you could have cared less if he gave you a deep hickey that would last weeks. All you wanted was to feel him, to make him moan against you like he was and to feel his throbbing cock in your mouth again.

But before you could even speak to the man, there was a knock on the door. You frowned as Oikawa slowly pulled back and looked at the door and then to you.

“Expecting company?” He asked, knowing it was already past 7 and from what he had remembered, you only ever asked him to come over so late after getting comfortable with him. The night was your time alone after busy days of being with friends or working. You inviting someone over so late was strange.

“No. Let me go see, it might be someone I accidentally ignored or my friend. I didn’t text her on the way home like I said I would.” Oikawa nodded, getting off of you and helping you up. You sent the man a small smile as he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips that you didn’t want to end, but another knock on the door stole your attention away from him.

“Is the bathroom in there?” He asked, pointing to your room. “I can use it while you’re out here.”

“Yeah, it’s just to the right in there, you’ll see it.” He nodded and headed for your room while you adjusted your dress to try and make it look like you weren’t about to have sex with your high schools sweetheart on the sofa you’d owned for less than a year. You weren’t even sure if you would have made it to the bedroom if this disturbance hadn’t happened, but even as you thought now, you could have cared less. You sighed, opening the locked door, but your jaw dropped when you saw who it was. “Atsumu…?”

“Hey,” he sent you an almost sheepish smile, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck— a nervous habit he had that you had learned about over the few years you dated the man.

“What… what are you doing here?” You asked with a small frown in confusion. “I thought that you left and needed to focus on your career?”

“I did, and… and I miss ya.” He said quietly. “I know it’s stupid of me to come bother ya so late at night, but… ya didn’t answer your phone and… I needed to see ya.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked back to your bedroom where you knew Oikawa was, but as you looked back at Atsumu, you jumped in shock when he was closer and leaning down towards you. “I’m really sorry, (y/n). Leavin’ ya so suddenly was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

“Can we… talk about this some other time?” You asked almost hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t notice the extra jacket or shoes in your apartment that were messily kicked to the side in a moment of intense passion that you just wanted to get back to. While both of the men had technically left you for their career, Oikawa never wanted to. He had told you years ago, words that were burned into your brain, that if you asked him to stay, he would give it up. He wouldn’t go to Argentina, because he didn’t want to lose you. But who were you to stand in the way of what you knew he’d always dreamed of? So you took yourself out of the equation. But Atsumu left you on his own without a care in the world. Things were different. Atsumu hurt you in a way you knew Oikawa would never. But even then, you flushed at the sight of the man.

“I just… I really need to see ya.” He said, and you couldn’t shut the door on him. You looked guilty at the man, almost edging the door shut as his hand held the doorframe with a pleading look in his eyes. “Please…?”

“Atsumu, I have company right now— I can’t talk to you.” You said simply, though his gaze quickly flicked around the dark apartment as he raised an eyebrow.

“Company? It’s pitch black in this place.” But as he said it, realization hit him. “Oh… oh, ya mean…” Your cheeks warmed again as he realized that you weren’t merely with a friend. “Can’t ya take just a second?”

“Atsumu—”

“Please, (y/n).” He begged. “I need to apologize.”

“So apologize right there and then we can move on.”

“But I don’t think ya understand, I want ya back.”

“Atsumu, I can’t just get back with you.” You said, shaking your head gently. “You just left. You hardly even gave me any notice, I’m surprised you didn’t leave a note.” You said bitterly, trying not to let your annoyance with the man build up and start a full-blown fight. “I don’t want to get back with you.”

“But ya always told me ya wanted to be with me.” He said, eyebrows furrowing inwards miserably as he looked at you in a pleading way.

“That was a long time ago— I got hurt, I met you— things are different— you just left out of the blue! I can’t be with that kind of instability.”

“Ya don’t think ya could ever find it in ya to to let me make up for what I did?”

“What are you gonna do to “Make up” for what you did, Atsumu? Give me flowers, an apology, promise not to start another issue— this isn’t some minor fight, this is you leaving me for a career that I thought you were already doing great in. It’s fine—” You started, knowing the guilty look on his face and that he was going to guilt trip you into hearing him out. “I’m not mad about it anymore,” you lied, and he saw right through it. “It’s over, you left, I’m fine, and now you need to go again.”

“But… but I love ya.” He said it like a kicked puppy, looking at you almost pathetically, and yet you felt yourself buying into it. You were completely unaware of the way Oikawa leaned against the wall of your bedroom, listening to the conversation play out. “I wanna make things right.”

“It’s too late.” You said with a shrug, biting back the emotions you were feeling. “I’m over it.” You lied again, knowing damn well it still hurt your chest to think of all the nights Atsumu would cook with you, sit across the counter and keep you entertained when you kicked him out of the kitchen. All the times he made you laugh, all the sweet nights spent in bed, all the fun dates and way he made your heart pound in your chest from simply holding your hand and telling you that he loved you. Those words were all you ever wanted to hear, and it was hard to pretend like you didn’t care about them now. “Please just go.” He looked down, giving a light nod.

“Just… just promise me that we can talk some time?” You sighed, though nodding in agreement if it were to get the man away from your door. He pulled his hand away from the doorframe, watching as you shut the door and locked it after him. You pressed your forehead to the door, biting back tears as you heard soft footsteps. This time, you didn’t even jump when you felt arms around your waist, sniffling lightly you turned and sent Oikawa a weak smile that he smiled lightly back at. You went to explain, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He pulled you into a hug, something that damn near made you sob as you clung to the man. “Come here. Come sit with me and tell me what’s been going on.” You hadn’t even noticed the way his shirt was buttoned back up as he brought you to the sofa and sat down beside you, an arm still around your waist in a comforting manner. “Who is this guy?”

“Atsumu Miya,” you sniffled, looking down. “I met him a few months after you left for Argentina.”

“I didn’t… I didn’t know you were so hurt by my leaving.” He said quietly. “I thought… you were okay. You always said you were— I’m sorry, if I knew—” You cut him off with a soft laugh and shook your head.

“If you knew then you would have come home.”

“Of course I would have.”

“I didn’t want you to.” You rubbed your arms and met the mans guilty gaze. “I didn’t want you to come home because I knew you’d stay. I knew you wouldn’t go back if you came home so soon. Who the hell am I to let you know how badly it hurt me when you had to leave? Look at you now— you made it where you wanted, and if… if I would have even hinted that I still wanted you… where would you be? Some nobody like me?” You sniffled as the man gently cupped your cheek in his warm hand and finally made a tear fall past your eyes.

“You’re not a nobody. Maybe you’re not rich and famous, but you make an impact on people, and that matters more. I mean, look at me. I would have given up everything for you. My god, (y/n), I’d still give up everything for you.” You shook your head gently as he spoke. “You’re right. If you would have told me or I thought something was wrong, I would have ditched practice and got on the next flight home— because I love you. Because I’ve always loved you. Because volleyball is important to me, but it’s nothing like you.” You sniffled lightly as he spoke. ��Who the hell are you to let me know how much I hurt you?” He asked, nearly tearing up himself. “How sad I made you? You’re the love of my life. I’ve never loved someone like you. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve dated a couple of other people in Argentina, but I just can’t love them.” He said softly with a gentle head shake. “Not like I love you. Not anything like how I love you.”

“Don’t do this,” you sniffled, looking down despite his hand keeping your head up. “Even just seeing you tonight was gonna make it hard enough to watch you leave again.”

“So don’t.” He said gently. “I won’t leave.”

“Tōru—”

“You can’t tell me what to do. You can’t tell me I can’t stay home. You can’t tell me that I have to stay there.”

“Don’t be dumb, it’s your dream. It’s what you’ve wanted your whole life. Argentina is the best offer you’ll ever get.” You didn’t mean for the words to sound as harsh as you thought they did in the moment, but as you looked at the man with a guilty look on your face, he only softly shook his head.

“No. No it’s not. You are. You’re the best offer I’m ever going to get, and how can I leave you again? I didn’t know then how much I hurt you, but I do now. There’s not a chance I could go back to Argentina, date some other girl, and pretend like I don’t miss you so much it makes me physically ill. Not this time.”

“I won’t ask you to do that,” you persisted. “I won’t ask you to give everything up.”

“You don’t have to.” He said simply. “If I have to give up Argentina for you, I would. I’ve always wanted to play volleyball, but not more than I’ve wanted you.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours and unintentionally making your lips quiver. “I have more than one dream, you know.” He said, reaching gently for your hand that clamped hard on your arm. “I’ve always wanted to be good and beat everyone in volleyball, but I’ve always wanted somebody by my side while I did it.” He sighed gently and stayed close to you as he spoke. “And… if that person isn’t you then… who would it be?” He shook his head gently and pulled away. “There’s nobody else in this world that I could love. I know you fell for Atsumu, but… give me a chance and I can win you back.”

You went to reply to the man in front of you, thinking of everything you’ve always wanted to say to him, and yet the only thing that came to your mind was so much smaller than everything he’d said. A simple “You’ve always had a chance,” but a knock at the door stole your attention away from the man. Frowning, you looked to the door and gave a sniffle.

“Oh, what now?” You mumbled, looking apologetically at the man who sent you a patient smile in response. “One second.” You said as you walked by him, rubbing your eyes carefully and opening the door, though only to give a groan in response when you met Atsumu’s face. “Didn’t we already agree to talk about this later?” You asked almost desperately. “This is the second time you’ve completely ruined the mood." You grumbled to yourself as the man fiddled anxiously with his fingers.

“Look, I know ya said that ya wanted time to think and a different day to discuss, but— is that Oikawa?” He asked, peeking his head inside of your apartment and meeting eyes with the other man through the dimly lit room. “Why is Oikawa Tōru in your apartment?” He asked, pulling back to look at you. “I thought ya had a date with some mechanic or somethin’ tonight.”

“A lawyer— and all he did was talk about his car, and I saw Oikawa— it’s none of your business anyways, quit being so nosy and leave like you said you would— or has leaving suddenly become hard for you?” Atsumu sent you an almost pained look at your harsh tone. “Please— just go, Atsumu.”

“But… but I thought the guy ya were with was some loser, not Oikawa Tōru!” He said in a whiny tone that made you sigh. “How do ya know him?”

“Oikawa is the guy I dated before you.” You admitted, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of your nose. Atsumu hesitated, sending a quick glare at the man who watched the two of you curiously.

“Yer not… yer not together, are ya?” He asked hesitantly.

“No, now would you leave?”

“But I came back,” he said as if he was confused as to why you were turning him down. As if Atsumu had never been turned down before, he looked at you like a kicked puppy. “I apologized.”

“And?” You asked, looking at the man with a baffled look on your face. “You still left and apologizing doesn’t just magically make up for that.”

“Then how am I supposed to make it up to ya, fuck ya?” You groaned as he looked back at Oikawa who peeked around the doorway more to look at the other man with a sort of shocked look on his face. “Isn’t that what he’s doing— that’s not fair! If yer gonna let him fuck ya then I should get to fuck ya, too! I can win you back better than he can!” Atsumu childishly argued, making you give another groan into your hands. Not even long ago you were crying on the sofa during a peaceful and sweet moment between you and the man you thought you’d never fully get over, now you were really arguing with the man who’d left you out of the blue because he somehow didn’t see what he’d done was wrong.

“That is so not what’s happening.” You said innocently, but Oikawa butted in.

“Yeah, I could absolutely win her over better than you could.” Oikawa teased the man with a little smirk on his face, something you shot him a narrow eyed look at him for.

“Don’t play along with him.”

“Oh please, I fucked her better than you could,” Atsumu argued back with the man who merely hummed in his direction.

“I think that’s up to (y/n) to decide.” Both of the men were quick to look at you, making you give a soft scoff.

“Don’t even— I haven’t had sex with either of you in months to years.” You said, glaring at both of them quickly.

“She’s right,” Atsumu sighed. “We should just both fuck ya again so ya can decide who ya want.”

“No!” You said quickly, cheeks warming at the suggestion. “No, that is not how you win people over and make them want to date you!”

“Then how come it always worked before?” Atsumu asked, watching as you opened your mouth to speak before closing it again. “That’s what I thought. Five minutes alone with me and you’ll forget all about this Oikawa guy.” Atsumu boasted, sure that he was right, though Oikawa gave a soft scoff and stood, coming closer to the two of you.

“That is so not true— (y/n) always had a better time with me in and out of the bedroom.” Oikawa told the man. “I didn’t need to fuck her to make up for fights.” He said proudly. “One up, me.”

“Both of you are idiots.” You mumbled to yourself as you looked between the men. “Why is this even a discussion— it’s past 7 and neither of you are supposed to be here!” You huffed, though neither of the men seemed to care too much about your disagreement to their petty argument over who could win you over faster if given only just a few minutes in the bedroom.

“Why don’t ya just ask (y/n), I made her scream my name.”

“Well, I made her scream my name first.”

“Well, I made her scream my name last!”

“Well, I was about to make her scream my name before you disrupted!”

“Oh, my god, shut up!” You looked outside and to your neighbors doors and wondered just how clearly anyone home could hear this entire debate, though you didn’t realize immediately how quickly both of the men were to shut their mouthes and look at you. “Uh—” You hesitated, looking between both of the men who were previously arguing— loudly at that— over who could make you scream their name better.

“If ya think Oikawa can fuck you better, by all means— shut me out. But if yer not sure, don’t kick me out so quick.” Atsumu said. “Just give me a chance to win ya back— I don’t care how it happens. Don’t just leave me and go be with this guy— I know I left ya first,” he said, watching your mouth start to open and he knew just what you were going to say. “I know I hurt ya, but I didn’t leave ya to go be with other people. I haven’t even thought about anyone but ya since I left.”

“That doesn’t just make up for it either!” You sighed, knowing that Atsumu was never fully going to understand the consequences of his own actions, though you thought that may be partially your fault. You never had really held him accountable for things he did, instead only shrugging it off and wanting him to stay with you; truth be told, your relationship with Atsumu was rocky. It was very clear that he cared about you, but you had to give the points to Oikawa here. Your relationship with him was stable, safe, you never felt like a little fight would blow up like it did with Atsumu and you never felt like Oikawa was going to up and ditch you like Atsumu had. The only reason he had was because you said you didn’t want to date him so long as he was so far away. He’d said long distance could work, though you knew he only ever agreed that it wouldn’t because you were so insistent of breaking up when he left. In fact, you knew that if you had stayed with Oikawa, you’d see him constantly. That you’d sit on the phone, that he’d come home for holidays and see you and bring you home with him to his family after seeing yours. You knew he’d visit you on your birthday and that you’d see him more than just once a year, but before now, you had been too scared to even think of being away from someone you loved so much for that long.

“Will ya let me try?” Atsumu asked, completely ignoring Oikawa’s existence now. “Give me just one more chance to make it right?” Oikawa thought you may cave and sighed beneath his breath, thinking this was it— the final chance he had and it had gotten completely blown out of the water by this other guy, but before he could simply remove himself from the equation and let you handle it on your own like he knew you could, you shook your head softly.

“I don’t want to get back with you, Atsumu.” You said softly, truthfully shocking both of the men. “And I’m not saying it’s you or Oikawa— maybe it’s neither of you.” You said stubbornly. “I don’t know— but I know that I don’t want you if things are gonna be the same. All we did was enjoy the little times before we argued again.”

“But I can be different.” He said. “I won’t argue with ya so much.”

“You and I both know that isn’t true. You’re too hardheaded for your own good and I hate to admit when I’m wrong.” You grumbled the last bit out and almost made Oikawa smile a bit fondly at you as you yourself thought back to all of the arguments Oikawa gave up on and simply apologized for because he didn’t want things to be so shaky between the two of you. “Just… just let it go.” You almost begged the man.

“But… I don’t want to let ya go.” He said almost too soft for you to hear as you looked at him and missed the soft way Oikawa looked at you. “Just… one more chance?” You sighed, but before you could speak, Oikawa gently reached up and brushed your hair back.

“How about if he’s so interested in one last chance, you let him join us.” Oikawa said with a soft hum, quickly peeking over to the other man who stood in the doorway as he pressed a kiss to your temple while staring the man down, earning a glare in return from Atsumu that he couldn’t care less about. “He gets his last chance, you get a night of your life.”

“Tōru,” you grumbled, looking at the man beside you. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s the one who wants you so badly, cutie.” He said, making your heart race in your chest at the familiar nickname he once called you so frequently. Truthfully you had almost forgotten about it, how endearingly he used to say it, how sweetly he’d kiss your lips before he told you that he loved you and called you the name in such a fond way.

“What, ya want us to fuck her… at the— at the same time?” Atsumu asked, almost embarrassed. He’d never really thought about having a threesome before, he knew you hadn’t had a threesome before, and yet this Oikawa guy seemed too comfortable with the thought that he assumed he must’ve had hundreds of threesomes and almost took it as a challenge. The truth was? Oikawa had never had a threesome, he just wanted this guy to shut up so he could eat you out just like he wanted to this badly.

“Why not? Afraid you’ll watch me one-up you again and again?” Oikawa teased, poking at the mans ego and earning a scoff in response.

“I’ll make her feel ten times better than ya ever could!”

“Oh really?” Oikawa looked to you, watching as you sighed with a light nod before looking back to Atsumu. “Then prove it.”

Your entire body seemed to shiver as Oikawa sucked and licked at your clit, his fingers curling deeper inside of you than you could remember them being. Atsumu’s fingers pinched at your nipple, teasing it and making the moment feel better while he sucked on the other, his teeth occasionally rolling it between them to make you give a whine. Both of the men wore nothing but their boxers, though not once had you touched either of their dicks. As much as you were craving to continue sucking on Oikawa’s cock until he came in your mouth because he couldn’t before in the car, you had barely had any time to touch either of them before their petty competition got out of hand and they were trying to make you moan their names in pleasure.

You were embarrassed, having never had a threesome and feeling too exposed around the two men. Despite the fact that you’d been naked before both of them many times in the past, it was completely different now. The mere thought made your nipple harder again in Atsumu’s warm mouth, making the man give a slight chuckle before he departed from your nipple and gave you a small hickey on your breast.

With one hand, your fingers gave a tug on Oikawa’s hair and made the man give a blissful moan against your clit as he grinded himself on the bed. With the other hand, your nails dug into Atsumu’s shoulder, making the man give a sultry sound right by your ear. Quickly, Atsumu pushed his lips to yours. With warm cheeks and furrowed brows, you kissed him back, clearly aggravating the man between your legs who shoved a third finger quickly inside of you and made you break the kiss with Atsumu, giving a shocked moan as you looked down at Oikawa.

“Hey— what was that about?” Atsumu frowned, looking back at Oikawa who pointedly ignored the man and met only your eyes as he sucked and licked on your clit. Atsumu looked back to you, frowning deeper when he saw your gaze locked on Oikawa, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as the man eyed you sensually from his space between your legs. “Oh, how is this fair— it isn’t, it’s favoritism.” Atsumu frowned, answering his own question and making you meet his gaze with a look that made his cock twitch as your plump lips puckered slightly.

Before you changed your mind, Atsumu quickly leaned down and kissed you. His hand cupped your face, smiling lightly when your hand left Oikawa’s hair to bring it up to his head and hold him with both of your hands as you kissed the man back and made sweet sounds against his lips while he teased your nipple.

Atsumu wanted to pretend like Oikawa wasn’t here, wishing he’d never left you before, wanting you back. He knew things weren’t perfect, but he knew one thing: the two of you sure as hell had good chemistry.

Oikawa was quick, and sneaky, to strip his boxers off, leaving the man who was kissing you completely unaware of what he was doing. Oikawa grabbed your legs, wrapping them snug around his waist and giving a soft moan as he rubbed his aching cock against your pussy. Atsumu glanced back at the movement, glaring at the man suddenly.

“How come ya get to fuck her first, huh? Ya ate her out— it’s my turn!”

“My turn isn’t over yet, you’ve been kissing her this whole time.” Oikawa argued back, though you couldn’t care as you flicked your gaze between Atsumu’s fingers rolling your hardened nipple between them and down to Oikawa’s cock— which you had to admit was much bigger than you remembered it being when the two of you were still dating. The man continued to grind against you just as Atsumu continued to absentmindedly pinch at your nipple while he argued with the other man.

“Ya couldn’t have kissed her if ya wanted to, ya were eatin’ her out!”

“And you’ll be there next!” Oikawa retorted.

“I don’t wanna taste yer cum in her!” Atsumu argued, but before Oikawa could respond, you spoke up.

“God, will one of you just fuck me already?” Both of the men were quick to look at you and halt their movements. “I’m fucking desperate!” Atsumu had to admit, his cheeks warmed a bit at your begging, though Oikawa started to rock himself against you again and made you give a moan as his precum dripped onto your throbbing clit.

“See, you’re upsetting her.” Oikawa pressed, teasing your entrance with his cock and making you give a blissful moan as you closed your eyes and laid your head back on the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better than he will.” Oikawa sent the man by your head a teasing smirk that made his cheeks warm in frustration as he started to pinch and tease your nipple again, making you give a sharp moan as Oikawa started to rock himself inside of you.

“I’ll make her feel ten times better than ya can, just ya wait.”

“Yikes, doesn’t seem like I have all the time in the world to wait for you like you have to wait before serving,” he teased the man, the bed giving soft creaks beneath the three of you as Oikawa started to thrust inside of you and made you give more moans, fingers gripping tight onto the sheets since both of the men had moved from your previous grasp.

“That doesn’t even make sense— I don’t take a long time to serve!” Atsumu defended. “And at least I was in nationals when I was younger.” You damn near gave a gasp in shock as you peeked your eyes open to look at the men, watching as Oikawa rolled his eyes just as he rolled his hips to push deep inside of you and hit a spot that made your eyes close back up as you gave a soft, drawn out moan in return to his movements.

“Oh, please— that is so juvenile.” Oikawa responded. “At least I have medals.”

“What do ya mean, I have medals!”

“I bet I have more!” Despite their bickering, you couldn’t help but moan out, enjoying the way that Oikawa felt inside of you, and making the man give a little moan as he argued with Atsumu, stealing a quick look at you while you clenched around him. “Mmm, you’re so tight, baby,” he mumbled, biting his bottom lip. “Does it feel good?”

“It feels so good!” You said, arching your back lightly on the bed with a moan. “Ah, fuck daddy,” you mumbled softly. “Fuck, it feels so good.” Oikawa hummed, reaching his fingers down to your clit and pressing them to your body, making you give another whiny moan as he started to rub his fingers against you.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful here and prove that you’re better than me.” Oikawa said, looking at the man beside you. “Just because I’m the one fucking her right now doesn’t mean that I have all of the advantage.” Atsumu grumbled something beneath his breath, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. He refused to admit it, but Oikawa was right. He wasn’t going to give up on you so quickly, and more importantly than that, he wasn’t going to let you give up on him so quickly.

Atsumu’s kisses traveled down your neck, sucking gently on your skin until he made it to the base of your neck. Your soft moan went into a sharp yelp as his teeth sunk into your skin. Oikawa gave a moan as you clenched suddenly around him, watching as your eyes shot open to look at the man who was just a moment ago kissing your skin so sweetly. He licked the mark he’d made before leaning up and pressing his lips to yours. You thought it was pointless, but Atsumu knew just what he was doing.

He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was certain you were going to pick Oikawa. He knew it when he saw how distant you were tonight that even if Oikawa wasn’t in the picture, you weren’t going to want him back. But this knowledge didn’t mean he was going to give up or not try. So he opted for giving you a mark he knew wouldn’t go away so soon. He didn’t care if it went away tomorrow night, so long as you had to see it after choosing someone over him and remember this night, he’d be fine with it.

The man moved away from you, looking down and hesitating for a moment before he leaned down towards your lower body. Oikawa looked curiously at the man, though giving an offended scoff when he slapped his hand away from your clit before quickly stripping off his boxers.

“If ya get to fuck her then… then I get to lick this tasty clit.” He said, glancing back at you as you laid your head comfortably on the bed and moaned out Oikawa’s name again.

“If you’re going to do it, then do it.” He said as he steadily rocked himself inside of you. “We don’t have all night— or, well, really, we do.” Oikawa said, glancing at you. “I have forever for you, baby.” He said in a sweet tone that caught your attention as you looked at him. He gave a cute hum and smiled at you, making your face flush and pussy clench around him. Atsumu leaned down, enclosing his mouth almost uncomfortably around your clit, but the jolt you gave beneath him and the way you moaned out was enough to drive him wild enough to stay with his nose just almost brushing against Oikawa’s cock as he thrusted inside of you.

The man peeked his eyes open, his cock twitching as he watched Oikawa move in and out steadily inside of your pussy, thinking of all those times that he would watch himself thrust inside of you. Atsumu reached down, grasping at his own shaft and started to stroke it. He closed his eyes, flicking his tongue quick against your clit and making you give a more desperate sounding moan as your fingers clenched at the sheets by your side.

“Ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out. It was late, but in the moment you had no time to think of who might hear you as both of the men were attacking your most sensitive parts. The best thing about this? Both of the men seemed to know your body like the back of their hands. As if he never stopped fucking you, as if he never forgot your body, Oikawa knew just what to do to drive you wild as he tightened your legs around his waist. “Oh, I’m gonna squirt if you do that, Atsumu!” You moaned out, making the man smirk as he continued to do just what he already knew was going to make you gush out around Oikawa’s cock. While he wished it were his own or his fingers, the way you moaned and jerked beneath the men gave him enough satisfaction as you came undone, squirting out around Oikawa’s cock.

The man gave a moan as you squeezed him tight, continuing to thrust steadily into you as Atsumu sucked and licked on your clit and only prolonged your orgasm. Atsumu finally pulled away, licking his lips as he watched the last bit gush out of you around Oikawa’s cock before he turned his attention to the man.

“Alright, now it’s my turn.” He said demandingly. “Ya didn’t cum in her.” Oikawa gave a soft scoff and rolled his eyes, pulling slowly out of you and giving a soft hum at the way you squeezed his cockhead.

“Fine,” he grumbled, though smiling at you quickly afterwards as he moved to press a kiss to your lips, one that sadly ended quickly as Atsumu lifted one of your legs and gently twisted it over to the other side of your body as if he was helping you stretch, but you knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come on baby, let me fuck this sweet little pussy how you like.” Oikawa rolled his eyes as the other man made you get onto your hand and knees. You bit down on your lip, stealing a quick look back at the man as he teased your entrance with his cock and groped at your ass. “Mmm, you’re so sexy.” Oikawa sighed and relaxed back on the bed, unsure of exactly what he should do before you looked at him.

“You wanna cum?” He gave a hum in question and raised an eyebrow at you. “Come here.” He scooted a bit closer, this time frowning in confusion before you reached over and grasped onto his cock. “Closer, let me suck it.”

“Suck it!?” Atsumu complained. “What the hell, ya didn’t suck my dick!”

“You didn’t give me the chance.” You said simply, taking the tip of Oikawa’s cock into your mouth when he moved closer. He gave a hum, burying his hand in your hair and leaning his head back with another sweet moan as you sucked hard on him, trying to give him the orgasm that he didn’t get inside of you.

“Oh, baby— you suck it better than I remember.” He said as if you hadn’t sucked his cock in the car. You moaned softly, giving your hair a light tug. Atsumu damn near complained about how much noise Oikawa was making until he felt you get wetter and looser around him and gave a groan in complaint.

“Oh— not fair,” he grumbled, though he was quick to start rocking his hips against your ass. Giving a soft sigh, he brought his fingers down to your asshole and teased it with his pinky. You gave a moan around Oikawa’s cock that only seemed to make the man feel better as he gently tugged on your hair. “Mmm, ya gonna let me fuck this tight asshole, baby?” He asked, gently thrusting inside of you and making you moan around Oikawa. “Ya gonna let me bury my cock inside of ya?” Of course, he didn’t get an answer, but that didn’t stop him from speaking as he moved a little faster inside of you.

Oikawa’s eyes were peacefully closed, mouth agape with soft moans spilling from him that made your pussy throb. Atsumu wanted to tease the man, but he couldn’t find it in him, not with the way that you were clenching around him. He couldn’t remember just how much you’d loved his own moans, though he swore it was never this much. The bed was creaking louder than before as Atsumu nearly slammed himself inside of you, making you choke on Oikawa’s cock. The mans moans became more frequent, louder, more desperate as you gagged on him because of Atsumu’s thrusts inside of you.

Atsumu pushed his pinky deeper into your ass, making you give a shaky moan between gags as you grabbed tight onto the sheets. Oikawa glanced at you and then at Atsumu as the man bit his lip, thrusting quick and starting to finger your asshole. He made you moan out as he barely pushed the tip of his ring finger inside of you as well before tucking it back, trying to start stretching you out in a desperate attempt to fuck your ass just one last time.

“You’re seriously gonna fuck her ass?” Oikawa asked, catching the man’s attention.

“Yeah, have ya not?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“No.”

“It’s a fuckin’ blessin’.” Atsumu said simply. “Ya should try it.” Oikawa raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment before giving a soft hum.

“I think I’ll pass.” Atsumu’s shrugged, teasing your hole with his ring finger again and this time starting to push it inside of you as well.

“Fine with me, just means I’ll be the only one to fuck yer tight ass, baby.” Oikawa thought back, remembering all of the times that you’d had sex and yet neither of you had ever wanted to try and do anal. He wondered what might’ve changed your mind, what convinced you with Atsumu instead of him to try it. Had he simply missed out on a freaky night where you were aching to try something new? Did you enjoy anal nowadays? Did Atsumu convince you to try or fingered your ass like he was now and subtly convinced you that it wasn’t as bad as you used to think it was? Oikawa tried to imagine himself enjoying it, though he cringed and shook his head as he could think no further than maybe fingering your ass. He had never had an interest in anal, but if you wanted it— he’d suck it up. He’d fuck your ass every night if you asked him to if it would get you to choose him over Atsumu.

Of course you still weren’t replying to either of the men and their conversation as you gagged and choked on Oikawa’s cock. The man almost felt bad, looking down at you and gently brushing his thumb over your forehead. He loved to feel your mouth around him again, he even loved to thrust into your mouth a little bit in the past to make you gag, hell he’d even push your head down on his cock, but this was more intense than he’d remembered it.

However? He didn’t hate it. He couldn’t complain as you moaned, choked and gagged around his cock, spit falling sloppily past your lips and dribbling down to his balls. He wanted stimulation, to feel your mouth down there like he had a few times in the past. It had been forever since he’d had his balls fondled let alone sucked on. He couldn’t even think of someone else’s mouth down there, not after you.

Atsumu sighed in content, watching as Oikawa leaned his head back before he looked to your ass again. He couldn’t help but remember the last time you let him fuck you up the ass. It wasn’t a very frequent occurrence nor did he think you enjoyed it all that much, but you never told him to stop. You didn’t say you didn’t want him to do it. He thought you would be honest and tell him the truth, wouldn’t you?

With one final thrust inside of you, you gave a gag around Oikawa that finally made the man cum. He tossed his head further back, moaning loudly as he came into your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, gasping around him as excess cum drizzled down his shaft along with the spit from your mouth. Finally, Atsumu slowed down, giving you the chance to breathe. You pulled back, eyes teary and peeking up at the man in front of you who bit his lip and looked softly down at you.

“Oh, it felt so good, cutie.” You leaned down, licking along his shaft and taking the excess cum into your mouth. You swallowed, licking your lips and unintentionally making Atsumu jealous as he pulled out of you without letting you cum and got off the bed.

“My turn.” He demanded, catching your attention as you sat up and rubbed your watery eyes. “Ya made him cum, so now make me cum.” You didn’t disagree, moving over to the man and sitting on your knees in front of him. You were quick to take him into your mouth, starting to suck on him and gently nudging him against the back of your throat while you held onto his hip with your free hand. “Mmm, just like that.” He didn’t bother looking at the man he’d stolen you from, sliding his fingers through your soft hair as you peeked up at him.

Atsumu played with your hair while you sucked on his cock, wondering if your knees were aching though not caring enough as you sucked hard on his shaft. Your clit was throbbing as you eyed the man with a look he had missed— a look so sexual he nearly came. Oikawa stretched, moving towards the two of you. His initial plan was to get on the floor, to lay beneath you and eat you out while you sucked on Atsumu’s cock because he knew that you must’ve been feeling a little deprived, but before he could even get on his knees, you looked to him and reached up with your other hand, grasping onto his shaft and starting to stroke him.

“Ah, cutie— I was gonna eat you out while you did this.”

“What, ya can’t eat her out again, that isn’t fair!” Atsumu complained, earning a narrowed look from Oikawa as you glanced between the two bickering men while you sucked on Atsumu’s shaft and steadily moved your hand on Oikawa’s cock.

“Nothing is ever fair with you, is it?” Oikawa asked pointedly. “First it isn’t fair I fuck her, then it isn’t fair she sucks my cock while you fuck her, then it isn’t fair I eat her out while she sucks your cock,” He started. “And to top it all off, it isn’t fair that I was here first.”

“Well, I dated her last!” Atsumu argued childishly.

“I dated her first!”

“Ya left!”

“Like you can say anything, you left too!” You rolled your eyes at the men and left Atsumu’s cock with a crisp ‘pop’ that stole his attention away from Oikawa.

“What are ya doin’?”

“Making it fair since the two of you are children,” you grumbled, starting to stroke Atsumu’s cock before leaning over and taking Oikawa’s into your mouth. You made the man twitch in your mouth as he reached for your hair that Atsumu was once holding.

“What? That isn’t fair!”

“Of course it isn’t.” Oikawa grumbled beneath his breath with an eye roll as he peeked down at you, making you give a little giggle around him.

“It isn’t! Ya made him cum first!” You ignored the man, looking up at Oikawa who stared back into your eyes with a look you hadn’t seen in forever. Even when he was between your legs he wasn’t looking at you like this— like he missed you. Like he used to. Like you were all he cared about even as Atsumu complained beside the two of you. The mere look made your clit throb, though with no hands left to pleasure yourself, you ignored the sensation and eyed the pretty man.

You gave a soft hum around Oikawa, closing your eyes as you tasted the precum that beaded up on his cock and into your mouth, wanting to make the man cum again just to hear more of his blissful moans, but you knew it was time to switch. Leaving his cock, you leaned back over and took Atsumu into your mouth as you tried to keep a steady and constant movement on Oikawa’s cock. Even now you could taste the difference in the men in your mouth, unable to remember how Oikawa tasted all of those years ago but not forgetting yet what Atsumu tasted like.

Sweet, though more bitter than Oikawa who damn near tasted good as he came in your mouth and made you want to make him cum again and again in your mouth.

Your hand stroked Oikawa nicely, though he added in a few hip thrusts to increase his pleasure. Atsumu made a point to ignore the man as he watched you, though your gaze was ripped away from Atsumu as you looked over when Oikawa placed his hand on top of yours over his cock, making you flush deep as he started to move your hands faster together. Oikawa gave a soft moan, holding his hips as still as he could while he moved your hands faster and made your eyes fall closed.

Atsumu grumbled beneath his breath, though neither of you seemed to listen as you sucked on Atsumu’s cockhead. He twitched, feeling close to cumming and gently thrusting his hips against your chin.

“Yer gonna make me cum,” he said. “Make me cum,” he almost begged, catching your attention. “Make me cum in that pretty whore mouth of yers.” You sucked harder on the man, making him twitch again. “I’m gonna cum—” He moaned out, though before he even really knew what was happening, he came into your mouth as you sucked hard on his cock. Oikawa leaned his head back, moving your hands quicker and giving an almost whiny hum as he worked himself closer to an orgasm as you slowly pulled back from Atsumu and swallowed his cum. Before you could turn to Oikawa to suck his cock again, the unmistakable feeling of his warm cum hit your cheek. Oikawa gave panting moans as he made himself cum again, slowly stopping your hands from moving as the last bit that shot out slid down your chin. Atsumu was almost shocked, looking at the man with wide eyes as you flushed.

Oikawa looked down at you as he let yours go, though your hand still stayed on his shaft while your other reached up and got the cum off of your face with your finger. Atsumu thought for a moment you were upset since things were so quiet, but instead you brought the finger into your mouth and licked it off, making Oikawa’s cheeks flush as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Atsumu grumbled beneath his breath again and offered you a hand.

“Come ‘ere, let me fuck that ass of yers.”

“No way, you got to fuck her last!” Oikawa complained. “You wanna talk about fair, now it’s my turn. That’s what’s fair.”

“Nuh-uh! Ya ate her out and then fucked her right after! This is just as fair as that was!”

“No it is not!”

“How about you just… both fuck me.” You suggested, though averting your gaze when they both looked at you. “Y’know… one… one in the back and… and one in the front…” You trailed off so quiet that Atsumu almost couldn’t hear you, though Oikawa’s cheeks burned as he heard everything you said.

“You want me to fuck you at the same time as him, little cutie?” He asked, sounding embarrassed. “I-I, uh…”

“What? Too worried I’ll make her feel better than ya can?” Atsumu teased the man who quickly frowned when he looked at him.

“No! Fine. I’ll… I’ll fuck you, too.” Atsumu hummed in question and looked at you.

“How do we do this?” You shrugged.

“I thought maybe one of you would know.”

“Well… I’ve never…”

“Me either.” You thought for a moment before sighing.

“How about Tōru holds me while he fucks my pussy, and Atsumu holds me from behind while he fucks my ass.” Your cheeks were hot as you spoke, though you pushed through the embarrassment, knowing this would go nowhere if someone didn’t take the lead here and tell the men what to do. Atsumu huffed at the thought of Oikawa being the one to get to see your sweet faces, but he nodded.

“Fine.” You looked at Oikawa who was still flushed in embarrassment, though he offered his arms with a small smile for you and easily picked you up. Atsumu grabbed your hips, brushing his cock against your ass as he reached down to spread your cheeks. You flushed, meeting Oikawa’s gaze and leaning up to kiss him. He sent you a small smile and damn near easily pushed himself inside of you. You leaned heavily into the man while Atsumu teased your ass with his cock. You knew this was going to hurt, probably more than anything had ever, but you were curious. After hearing about it, you wanted to try it, and now may have been your only chance.

You gave a shaky moan as Atsumu started to push himself inside of you, though Oikawa just barely moved inside, taking his time and making sure that he wasn’t hurting you with every gentle movement. Atsumu didn’t give you as much time, only starting to slowly thrust as he pushed himself deeper. You were so tight around the man it made him want to cum again so quickly, though your pained moans were stopping him from moving any more. Oikawa felt bad for you, wondering if he should just pull out and hold you or even let Atsumu do as he pleased with you, but he didn’t want to give up so easily. Not unless you asked him to. And you weren’t.

Your nails dug painfully into Oikawa’s shoulders as Atsumu leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, sliding his tongue along your shoulder and up your neck until he made it to your ear where he gently nibbled and made you flush. You whined as Oikawa moved inside of you again, holding tightly onto your thighs while Atsumu groped at your ass as he moved inside of you. The feeling was tight, he could damn near feel Oikawa’s cock inside of you, but he didn’t want to stop either. Atsumu rested his forehead on your shoulder, nearly making you scream as he didn’t give you any more time before starting to move faster and nearly making Oikawa’s ear ring as you yelped by his ear and buried your face against his neck.

“Ah, Tōru!” You moaned. “Move faster,” you begged the man who easily complied, wondering if you were okay or not and listening to your pained sounds that mixed with the pleasurable moans you gave. “Ah, Atsumu!” You moaned out. “Fuck!” The sound of your skin slapping together was louder now, though nobody seemed to acknowledge or care about it as you moaned loudly and gently bit down on Oikawa’s skin in an attempt to stop yourself. The man gave a shaky sound, thrusting inside of you and leaning back a little bit as he tried to hit deep inside of you to pleasure you while Atsumu nearly rammed himself up your ass.

“Fuck, we’re gonna get another noise complaint.” Atsumu grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Keep quiet, baby.” Oikawa raised an eyebrow at the man, though you buried your nose against Oikawa’s shoulder and bit your lip, doing everything you could to keep quiet as the men moved steadily inside of you. “Fuck, yer so tight,” Atsumu moaned. “Ya make me wanna cum already,” he glanced around you at Oikawa who was thrusting steadily and flushing deeply, though Atsumu couldn’t say much on the matter as his cheeks were just as flushed.

“Mmm, I’m gonna cum,” you mumbled against Oikawa. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum as much as ya want, baby. Make a huge fuckin’ mess, Tōru’ll clean it up, won’t ya?” The man sent a teasing grin in the direction of the other man while he moved inside of you a little faster and made you moan loudly against his shoulder.

“I think Atsumu is going to clean up the mess.”

“No, I just said ya would.”

“And I said you would.” As the two men bickered, you couldn’t help yourself from reaching another orgasm, squirting out around Oikawa’s cock and making the man give a hum as he twitched inside of you. The sound of your orgasm dripping down onto the floor made your cheeks burn as you nuzzled closer to Oikawa in embarrassment, though it seemed pointless as it only made Atsumu laugh.

“Good girl, just like that. I made you cum like that, didn’t I? It was all me, ya can admit it— it wasn’t Tōru.” Oikawa rolled his eyes as Atsumu spoke.

“Please, the only reason she’s cum around you is because of me.” He retorted. “I think you know that just as well as I do.” Atsumu glared at the man and gave a soft huff.

“Fine— then why don’t we see just who can make her cum first and she has to admit what finally pushed her off the edge.” He challenged. “I got all night.”

“Oh, yeah? Well I do, too.”

You gave a soft groan against Oikawa’s neck, both in pleasure and in near regret as you wondered just what the hell you had gotten yourself into this time. As if this wasn’t enough, you were unaware of the night that you were in for, unaware of how sore you were going to be tomorrow, and completely unaware of how empty you were going to feel— both of cum and inside of you as both of the men finally let you go and set you on your shaky legs.

You crossed your arms over yourself since you only wore a thin shirt while Atsumu opened the door, looking back at you while Oikawa walked from the bedroom with his clothes back on. A sigh left the man as he looked down at his feet.

“Bye, (y/n).” You nodded, watching as the man started to walk out of your apartment.

“Bye, Atsumu.” Oikawa walked over as Atsumu left the door open and started to walk down to his car, but before Oikawa could walk out of the door before saying goodbye to you, you caught his arm and made him look at you in shock.

“Will you stay with me?” He smiled lightly at you, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you immediately leaned into.

“Are you asking me to stay the night, or are you asking me to stay home?”

“I already told you, I won’t ask you to do that.” You told him. “But… I don’t want you to leave me so soon.” Oikawa nodded, walking back inside of the apartment fully with you and shutting the door after himself. “I’m not ready to lose you to Argentina again.” You said as he locked the door and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I miss you so much.” You were trying not to get emotional as you looked at the man. Oikawa gently brushed your hair back from your face.

“I miss you more than you could know.” He said, gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. You brought the man with you to your sofa, sitting close beside him before he spoke again. “I want to ask so much of you for purely selfish reasons.” Oikawa sniffled and looked down. Now it was your turn to guide his chin up a bit so he’d meet your gaze.

“What do you mean?” He seemed to hesitate, looking into your eyes with a guilty look in his own.

“I want you to move to Argentina with me.” He whispered. “I always wanted you to. It’s stupid, it’s selfish to think I could pull you from your home, from your family and friends, all for my own wants, but… I can’t help but wanting it. I can’t help wanting to wake up every morning in my bed with you. To show you around everywhere and bring you to my favorite restaurants. I thought before… I might ask you to visit me for sake of the good old days, but I knew if I brought you there and I had you so close to me again, I… I wouldn’t be strong enough to let you go. Not again.” He clenched his jaw and looked back down as you looked at the man with a shocked look on your pretty face. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to leave you now. I didn’t plan on seeing you today, but when I walked in the restaurant and I did, I just… I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to just leave and pretend I didn’t see you, but I thought of how I’d miss this opportunity to speak to you one last time and—” He started to ramble about things he knew he’d regret, but you were quick to cut him off, still stuck on what he said before.

“Are you serious?” You asked, forcing the man to look at you in confusion. “You wanted me to come there to Argentina with you?” You asked, completely ignoring the rest of the things he was saying, lost in the fact that he had wanted you to come to Argentina with you. You wondered how long— if he wanted you to come with him back when the two of you were younger or if he only wanted it recently.

“I still do.” He said. “I never wanted to leave you, I always wanted you there with me. I was so sad for so long that you and I were separated. I thought… I thought so many times before that I wanted to spend my life with you. I thought about marrying you, and settling down. I thought you were the only person in the world for me, and I never realized how true it was until I moved away. You’re it for me. And I mean it when I say that I will give it all up for you. I will leave everything, you don’t even have to ask me to, you just have to not tell me no.”

“Tōru—”

“Please, don’t make me lose you again.” He teared up this time, leaning into your hand almost pathetically. “I can’t. I can’t go back about my normal life knowing what I could have with you. Don’t tell me no. Don’t tell me not to come home. Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t want to be with me like you did before so that I won’t give this life up for you. This means nothing if I can’t have you by my side like I used to, and I’m sorry it took me until we were 28 to realize that you’re all I’ve ever needed.”

“What if you… don’t come home?” You asked, making the man frown, but cutting him off before he could speak. “What if you don’t give up everything, and you could still have me?”

“I’d do anything.” He said. “I’d sit on the phone with you for days, I’d come home every weekend if I had to. I’d do anything you asked if it meant I didn’t need to lose you.”

“What if I moved to Argentina with you?” You suggested. “Would you let me?”

“Baby, you know I won’t ask you to leave your home.” He said, but with the way your chest tightened when he spoke, you knew what you wanted.

“If I don’t ask you to give this up, and you don’t ask me to come with you, then how are we supposed to be together?” You lightly teased the man, though your little smile didn’t seem to affect him.

“Then I’ll give it up,” he said. “I’ll come home. I won’t take you away from your home.”

“It’s too late, I already made up my mind.” You said, leaning up to kiss his quivering lips before he could misinterpret your words. “I’ll come with you. We can come home— together— for Christmas. We can spend every day together. We don’t need to be apart.” You assured him. “If you let me come home with you, then Argentina will be my new home. No place ever mattered to me more than you did.” You assured the man. “I love you. More than I think I could ever love anything. And… I’m yours. As long as you want me to be.” Oikawa sniffled and leaned in to press his forehead to yours.

“I’ve wanted you to be mine for my whole life and everything ahead of us.” You reached up, pressing your hand to the back of his neck and closing your eyes as you kept him close.

“Then I’ll be yours. As long as you’ll be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours.” He said almost shakily. “And I… I won’t blame you if you change your mind.” He said. “If you don’t want to move, I will come home every weekend. I won’t make you miss me.” You smiled softly and kissed the man.

“How could I miss you when I’ll be waking up next to you for the rest of my life?” Oikawa sniffled, leaning closer to you, feeling a warm tear sliding down his cheek as he gave a shaky exhale and made you frown in worry as you pulled back to look at the man who quickly hid his face against your shoulder. You tightened your arms around the man and pulled him close. “It’s okay, baby.” You said calmly, only seeming to make the man sob harder. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“You have no idea,” he struggled out. “You have no fucking idea.”

“What don’t I have an idea on?”

“How much this means to me.” He sniffled, feeling too pathetic to pull back and look at you, so instead he balled up the thin shirt you wore in his hands. “How much I’ve missed you. How much I’ve wanted you. How hard it was not to be with you. It took me 5 years before I even thought about trying to be happy with someone else, and I never was. I can’t be, I miss you so much.” You soothingly rubbed the mans back as he sobbed softly. You thought of your neighbors, wondering if they could hear anything and wondering where their minds were about you now. First it was loud moaning, now it was pitiful sobbing.

“Oh, baby,” you said softly, kissing his head. “I’m sorry. I thought it was better if I wasn’t around. I thought you wouldn’t want to stay if we were together and… I didn’t want to be in your way.” You admitted softly. “I just wanted you to be happy— I wanted you to get what you always wanted and I figured taking myself out of the picture would be better.”

“It’s like I said,” he sniffled, not moving and nuzzling closer to you even still. “It means almost nothing if you’re not there with me. I want you so bad. I want you just as much as I wanted this. I wanted you more than I wanted this. I wanted you forever— since we were young, I wanted to be with you. I wanted to marry you, and I wanted to have pets with you, and I wanted to have a little family with you, and I gave it up for Argentina and I can’t stop regretting it.”

“Tōru,” you said softly, making the man look at you and cupping his wet cheeks in your hands as he looked miserably at you with quivering lips. “Don’t regret it, baby. You’ve made such a name for yourself. You’ve done such great things. And you don’t have to regret it anymore. I’m here. I’m here and I want you just as bad as I’ve always wanted you.” You promised. “Time away was hard, but… here we are.” You said assuringly. “We’re here. I’m not gonna let you leave without me this time. I don’t wanna be here if you’re not here, and I don’t care if I’m leaving things behind. I’ll still visit my family and my friends, but I want you.”

“But I don’t want to ask that of you.” He pressed. “You have no idea how badly I want you to come home with me, but what am I if I take you from everything you’ve ever known? From your friends, family, home— what does that make me?”

“It makes you the love of my life.” You said simply. “It makes you my priority. It makes you what you’ve always been— the only man I’ve ever wanted this bad.” You said softly. “It makes you important. I know this is my home and all I’ve ever known, but if it means I can be with you, I’ll leave.” You assured him. “You already said you’d leave for me, why can’t I leave for you?”

“Well… well, you can…” You mumbled out as you nodded your head gently.

“Exactly. You’re not asking. This is my decision, and you know what?” He gave a soft hum in question and sniffled as one final tear that you gently wiped away with your thumb slid down his cheek. “Nobody is gonna tell me I can’t. Nobody is gonna tell me I’m making a mistake. My family isn’t going to resent you for taking me with you, I promise. My friends and family know firsthand how much I fucking miss you— trust me.”

“I’ll never make you regret this.” He promised. “I’ll give you everything you ask me for. I’ll do everything you need.”

“Baby, as long as I’m with you, I have everything I need.” He sniffled again as you brought him back in for another hug, holding the back of his neck gently and listening to his shaky exhales. “I think you know that you don’t have to buy my love.”

“I know.” He said shakily.

“Can we have a cat though?”

“Anything you want, baby.” He said almost desperately. “Anything you want.”

“Then I want a cat and I want you.” You kissed his head. “And that’s all I need. As long as I’m with you, I’m home.” You promised. “I don’t care where it is. Japan, Argentina, Russia— wherever we are. All I need is you and I’ll be happy. Well, you and a cat.” Oikawa gave a soft laugh and pulled back with another soft sniffle. You smiled lightly at him, gently brushing his hair back from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss to his flushed nose. “When are we moving?” You asked, making the man smile as he pressed his forehead to yours as your fingers played with the hairs from his head on the back of his neck.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He said quietly.

“So… now?” He laughed softly.

“How much longer is your lease?”

“A year, but if this guy thinks I’m waiting a year, he can suck my ass.” Oikawa gave a cute little laugh and reached for your hand with his own that shook in your touch.

“I’ll pay for you to break it.”

“Baby, you don’t need to pay for anything.”

“I know. I want to.” He said softly. “What if… you move with me this week?” He asked almost hesitantly. “Is that too soon?”

“Not soon enough.” You said, kissing him. “I wish I was there with you right now.” You sighed, bringing the man down on the sofa with you. He gave a soft sound in shock as he held himself up over you, though your leg wrapped snugly around his waist to keep him close. “And one day, baby?” He hummed and looked at you as you smiled up at him. “We can do this every day. There’s no reason not to be together, right?”

“Right.” He nodded.

“I love you so fucking much, Tōru,” you said quietly. “And you have no idea how excited I am.”

“Are you really?” He asked quietly, as if he was surprised even after everything.

“God, I’m so happy. I never thought I’d be this happy again, but Argentina is gonna be amazing as long as you’re there.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “As long as I have you to sleep on me through the nights, I’ll have everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.” Oikawa smiled lightly and kissed you, this time lingering for longer than before. The kiss was soft, sweet, longing. It was clear he didn’t want to pull back, but he did anyways, only to speak before kissing you again.

“I don’t think I could have said it any better.” You gave a cute giggle against his lips and kept him close. “Can I… would you ever… have chosen Atsumu?” You shook your head as the man looked at you.

“I think I loved him at least a little bit, but if I had to choose between you and anything— anyone— I’ll always choose you.” You promised, kissing him.

“Always?”

“Always.”

A week had come and gone, today was your first day living in Argentina with the man who you’d only reconciled with the last week and yet you didn’t have an ounce of regret. You were excited the entire plane ride, nearly bouncing in your seat as you and Oikawa talked about everything he was going to show you and everything the two of you were going to do together your first day in your new home.

Yet as you slowly awoke and looked aside to see the mans sleeping face, you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. To wait until tomorrow to do everything you were talking about and to sleep with him for the rest of the day. The two of you had been making up for lost time this whole past week that he stayed in Japan through. He helped you pack, he helped arrange the flight and moving your things, he spent damn near every second of his time with you; cuddling, laughing, making food together, and making your body ache and throb for him with every grind against you in the nearly empty apartment.

But last night was different. Last night was sweet. Last night was soft. The two of you spent every hour together after getting to your new shared place and getting your few things situated to hold each other. To cuddle in bed and eat a late dinner that you made together, though he didn’t even want to let you out of his arms then, holding onto you while you sat on the counter and played with his hair, body snug against your own, head on your chest while he stirred the food in the pot and listened to your voice and heart beating beneath his ear. You had never felt so loved than last night, innocent kisses pressed to your collarbone, warm hands holding your own. Soft and loving gazes shared and sweet kisses to warm you on even the coldest of nights

You smiled and nuzzled closer to the man who had an arm around you, his knee up and pressed to your own leg. There was only a thin space between the two of you, but you wanted there to be nothing. You wanted him to hold you, for his body to lay on yours. To forget that the world existed even for just this morning. To be completely engulfed in him, in the fading scent of the shampoo in his soft hair, of the scent of his cologne lingering on the bed, of the smell of his own natural body so close to yours, sweet and clean.

The two of you had talked about a shower, taking it together this morning and spending absolutely every single waking second together. As nice as a shower sounded, being flush against his wet body in the shower you’d seen last night— not too small and yet you knew, fortunately for you, you’d be snug against the man when you were in there together.

A yawn came from the man beside you, shifting and peeking open his eyes groggily. He immediately smiled when he saw you, pulling back just a little bit to see you better.

“It wasn’t some cruel dream,” he mumbled, sounding sleepy and making you give a soft chuckle as you leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back quickly; it was slow, a bit sloppy since both of you were still tired, but warm. You pulled back and nuzzled close to him.

“It wasn’t a dream.” You said in a content way. “Baby?” He gave a soft hum and wrapped his arms snug around you. “Can we stay home today and do all of those things that we talked about doing tomorrow?” You asked, and the man gave you a light squeeze in his grasp as he spoke.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He said with a sigh. “We can stay home, baby.” He said, kissing your head. “We can do whatever you wanna do today.”

“I want you to hold me.” He smiled and gave you another squeeze.

“As long as you want.”

“Can we stay in bed?”

“All day if you asked.”

“Can we look around for a cat tomorrow?”

“We can go first thing in the morning.” He said, nodding gently along with your questions.

“Can we shower in a little bit and make out in the shower?” Oikawa gave a soft hum and nuzzled his head against your own.

“I’d like nothing more.”

“And then can we snuggle? Will you let me sit between your legs and lay back on you while we watch a movie and hold your hands?” Oikawa couldn’t help the smile on his face as he gave a soft sigh in content and nodded.

“I’ve been craving to spend time with you like this. To plan out our days together in the morning, to hold you this close. To watch movies late into the weekend nights with you and drink coffee on early weekday mornings. I’ve wanted nothing more nearly my whole life than to be with you like this. Completely with you. No distance, no separate houses, no shut door rules by our parents when we were together, no reason to ever be apart aside from work. Can you even understand how happy I am right now?” He asked, and you shifted to look up at the man as he spoke. He smiled at you and gently cupped your face in his hand. “You’re everything I ever wanted and more, and I know that I say it a lot, and I know we have a lot of lost time to make up for, but I’d hold you for days if I can. I’ll kiss your neck and play with your tits, but I’ll hold you when you’re upset and I’ll rub your back when you’re on your period. I’ll let you lay on me, I’ll cook with you every night, I’ll kiss you, hold you, treasure you— you’re my everything. And you have no idea how happy I am that you’re finally here with me.”

“I think I can guess,” you said with a thoughtful hum, reaching up and gently cupping his face in your hand, smiling lightly as you looked to his lips and felt the slight stubble on his face beneath your hand in contrast to his usual soft skin. “I’ve missed you so much. I don’t ever wanna cry about you leaving again.” He hummed and reached up to grab your hand, holding it in his own and looking seriously at you.

“I’ll never make you cry, baby. The only reason these pretty eyes will tear up is when you’re feeling so fucking good with me.” You gave a soft laugh and leaned in to kiss his soft lips.

“I really do love you, Tōru.”

“I love you, too. More than anything, baby.”

“And… you promise you’ll always love me like this?”

“It’s impossible to not. I’ve loved you like this since we were 15. I’ve loved you like this the whole time we were apart. I’ve loved you like this for so long. I’ve never wanted to love someone else like this, and now that you’re here, as long as you want me, I’ll never love anyone but you like this.”

“I’m always going to want you.”

“Then you have no reason to worry, my love. You, me, our future cat, and Iwa on the holidays when we see him, is our little family now, and even if it took a long time for it to happen, I wouldn’t change anything in fear I might not be in your arms this morning.” He pressed a kiss to your head, but he lingered before slowly pulling back. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“If I would have… offered to stay home in the past— if I would have made it like I didn’t want to go… would you have stayed with me if I stayed home?”

“Of course I would have, but… I think we both know that even if you pretended like you didn’t want to go, I’d have known the truth.”

“You’re right. You’re a mind reader.”

“Only an Oikawa Tōru mind reader.” He gave a cute giggle and kissed your lips. “Only a best friend and love of my life mindreader.” He hummed and moved the two of you to lay on top of you and rest down on his elbows, pressing a quick kiss to your smiling lips before speaking as you wrapped your arms around his muscular shoulders and kept him close.

“Good thing I’m the only Oikawa Tōru you love around here.”

“You’re the only Oikawa Tōru I’ll ever love. Even if there were another. It’s only you for me, baby.” He hummed and gave you a soft, lingering kiss.

“And it’s only you for me, baby.”

“Tōru?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Do you… do you ever think we’ll get married?” He looked at you, a bit shocked and it quickly made you flush. “Too far— too far, got it, sorry,” you gave an awkward chuckle that he was quick to dismiss.

“No, no— it wasn’t too far.” He assured you. “I’m sorry— it just caught me off guard.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips that eased all of your nerves as you sunk into the kiss. “Baby, I want to marry you so bad. If I were to ask… would you say yes?”

“Of course I would.” You said. “I always liked to daydream about our wedding.” He hummed and raised an eyebrow at you.

“And how did you imagine it?”

“Lots of white and gold. Lace and pretty flowers.” You shrugged softly. “I don’t really remember everything. I just know I used to think a lot about it.”

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, baby. I thought about marrying you a lot, too.”

“Did you?”

“Of course I did. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m sort of enthralled with you.” You gave a soft laugh as he spoke. “But, onto a more serious note.” You hummed in question as you looked into his pretty brown eyes. “Will you marry me?”

“You’re not seriously asking me to marry you right now.” You said, cheeks warm beneath his stare.

“And what if I was?”

“Well… well then I would say yes.”

“So you say yes?”

“I say yes.” Lips were quick to press to yours, thankfully not pulling away as quickly as last time. You sunk into the kiss, wrapping one of your legs around his waist while he slowly pulled back from the soft kiss and gave a quiet sigh in content.

“I’ll make it more formal when I get you a ring, but… all that matters to me is that you won’t say no.” He whispered, kissing you gently.

“How could I ever say no when I’ve been waiting for this day almost my whole life.” He hummed softly and nuzzled his nose against yours. “And Tōru?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I don’t care if we have a pretty white wedding with gold, lace, and pretty flowers. We could elope for all I care. I just wanna share this life and your name with you.”

“My life is your life. My name is your name.” You smiled and leaned in to press your forehead to his shoulder.

“And… our kids?” You asked. “Do you want kids?”

“I’d love to have kids with you, but if you don’t want to, then we don’t have to have any. If you don’t want to give birth, we could adopt. If you want cats, we can find plenty of those.” He said softly, kissing your skin gently. “Whatever you wanna do, baby. I’ll be happy as long as I have you.” You smiled and gave a soft hum as you closed your eyes and snuggled against the warm man.

“First, we need to shower. And then… can I change my mind?”

“About?”

“Can we go get a cat today and then come home with it?”

“Anything for you, baby.”

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acquainted

You had no intentions of becoming acquainted with the clan your family had cut ties with, but when Naoya Zenin himself is willing to teach you a lesson and you’re determined to show him what you’re capable of, it becomes a silly game of power and dominance.

REQUEST. naoya putting reader back to her place

WARNINGS: Naoya Zenin, rough sex, orgasm denial, face fucking, slight voyeurism, degradation, slight bondage, cowgirl riding, manhandling, spanking, hate sex

WC. 5.4k+

NOTES. Because Naoya is my favorite, his fic is the only one I’ve ever edited, LOL. Even though this is requested, this is written out of self-indulgence, purely because I love Naoya and even though he’s nasty, he’s my comfort character. And freaking FINALLY I have written more for this man. I worship this King 👑

There were so many ways this day had gone wrong. First, your shower broke. Second, the maintenance men couldn’t come until late in the afternoon, so you had to drive all the way to school looking like a half-mess. You weren’t a slob, of course, but you were beyond irritable at the thought your hair felt greasier than most.

So when an unfamiliar mop of blonde hair sat at your place, the sight of pierced ears meeting your gaze as you smiled at the young man, you had to clutch your bag tighter. No need to be harsh to anyone; you reminded yourself.

“Hi,” you greeted as politely as you could.

The young man in your seat was handsome — terribly so — feline eyes emphasized with an eyeliner, and stunning green eyes that peered up at you with utmost boredom. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint where you’d seen him before.

“I believe you’re in my seat.”

You expected he’d kindly take another seat since the hall was empty, but he only leaned back in your seat, brow raised with a slight smirk. “So?”

Your mouth fell agape, hands falling at your sides. Who was this guy? “What do you mean, so? Get the fuck out of my seat.”

“Women,” he rolled his eyes, “Always so tempered and dirty mouthed,” the words felt like stinging slap in your face, and he easily read through you when he snickered to himself, waving a hand in the air as if he was swatting a fly away. “I’m already sitting here, so go find someplace else. I came here first.”

“You little — who do you think you are?”

“Who do you think you are for speaking to me? Did I give you permission?”

His condescending voice made you lunge at him if not for your friend’s hand wrapping at your arm, shooting worried glances over the guy. His smirk deepened when your friend pulled away, the words mutter under her breath. “Come on, let’s go,” she tugged you away despite your protests, pushing your shoulders down to make you sit. Once out of earshot, she rolled her eyes. “I seriously hate that guy. Don’t you ever involve yourself with him.”

“Who’s that prick anyway? He acts so high and mighty like he’s some rich daddy’s son. Look, he’s totally claiming my seat as his!”

“That’s Naoya Zenin, and yeah, he is some rich daddy’s son,” she confirmed, shivering at the mere mention of his name. “He’s an absolutely big misogynist. Don’t be fooled by his pretty face — he’s the worst fuckboy to ever exist. That dick of his isn’t worth getting fucked over. He’s already made half the women in school cry and run after him like a horde of lovesick zombies,” your friend gagged with a shake of her head, “It’s terrifying, actually.”

“Fucking asshole,” you hissed under your breath, sending side glances at the corner of your eye.

That stupid guy was still in your seat, a bored expression on his handsome face, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks at every blink. He just had to be a sexist pig with that gorgeous face — no good men existed anymore. “Whatever. He’ll get a taste of his own medicine soon.”

“Whatever it is you’re planning, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“I’m doing this for all of us,” you announced with your spine straightened. “I’m not letting a man walk like that acting like he’s got the whole world at his feet. I’ll teach him a lesson or two.”

“You do know he can sue you if you punch him right?”

“Who said I was going to punch him?” a smirk painted your lips at the same time he felt your eyes burning holes at the side of his face, your expression even more triumphant when he tilted his head to the side, eyebrow cocked at your gaze. He must’ve assumed you’d fallen for his looks judging by the satisfied smile on his face, making you laugh because it would be fun to teach him a lesson. “No, I have a much more interesting plan in mind.”

It turned out that Naoya wasn’t that much of a stranger.

You had his reputation to thank for — people spoke his name left and right that it was nearly impossible not to know of him. It had you wondering how you managed to live through university so long without knowing him when the name drowned you; he was a Zenin.

No wonder that name was so familiar.

The Zenin’s were a close business partner of your family, but they cut off ties with their company years ago due to them having an intolerable attitude. Clearly, it ran in the blood, and their heir manifested it so well.

Thoughts of Naoya and his stupid face were soon drowned out by expensive champagne, the golden liquid sparkling in your hands. You had to attend this dinner gala where businessmen and powerful families alike conjoined for a formal opportunity of forming connections and solidifying deals, pressuring you to be at your best behaviour lest you wanted your black card to be cut off.

You made your way through the crowd to get another one of those hors d oeuvres, opting to just sit in the corner while you watched your family plaster on big, fake smiles with even louder, faker laughter.

It was quite sad, really, that people had to do stuff like this, but who were you to complain when it was what fed you on a silver plate all the time?

For now, you just wanted to enjoy the new dress your mother had gotten you, the silk black material hugged around your curves delectably. Pearl drop earrings hung to frame the sides of your face, legs lengthened and accentuated with stiletto heels.

You felt sexy — especially when you got lingering gazes from men who were slightly older and definitely richer, though you made no move.

The last thing you wanted was to become someone’s trophy wife when you could become so much more. Plus, only your parents had the task of befriending people and building trust with others. You were only here to help represent the name somewhat with your pretty face, not really having much of an intention to be acquainted with anyone.

You swiped another glass of fizzy alcohol from the waiter that passed by, glossy red lips pinched around the glass when a sultry voice mused at your ear, “Still can’t find a seat?”

Swirling around so fast that the contents nearly poured out the glass, you weren’t surprised to see Naoya fucking Zenin stood before you, his tall stature draped in only the finest and hand-stitched three piece suit.

He looked absolutely delectable this way, earrings glimmering under the golden chandeliers and eyes lined with kohl, the aura of elegance that perfectly concealed his less than pleasing personality excessively charming.

You were beyond appalled.

“Still can’t find a brain?” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, eyes still narrowed at Naoya’s displeased ones as you dunk your drink in one go. “What are you doing here, pig?”

“I’ll let that comment slide once — only because you look hot tonight,” his predatory gaze ran over your form, the careful pattern of him pausing at the swell of your breasts sliding to the curve of your hips heating up each inch of your skin. “And it’s Naoya for you. Naoya Zenin, the rightful heir of the Zenin Corp—”

“What’s that scent you’re wearing? Baby powder? Fitting for your cute face, actually.”

Naoya’s jaw clenched, clearly unaccustomed to people cutting off his holiness, and you had to bite down on your lip to prevent the chuckles from slipping through. “It’s Tom Ford.”

“Hmm, why am I not surprised? My horrible ex also wore the same scent. Maybe it’s a trademark for all limp losers, huh?” Naoya opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it, stepping forward to grab at the space between his tie to pull him down. His face was mere centimetres away from you, close enough that his breath ghosted over your lips, the intense anger flaring through those eyes hot enough to burn you. “You act so smug and defensive, Naoya. Trying to have a big man personality to conceal a small dick?”

“I have nothing to prove to you.”

“You don’t need to prove me anything,” you glanced down at his pants with a smirk, ignoring the heat pulsing in your veins because the sight contradicted your words. There was a noticeable bulge inside those shiny black slacks, though the last thing you wanted him to see was the way your mouth watered in anticipation. “I already know what I need to know.”

“Yeah? You and your shitty girlfriends can’t stop talking about my dick?”

You shrugged sarcastically, “You know women. We’re tireless complainers.”

Naoya’s jaw ticked upon you using his words against him, his hands coming up to caress at your neck, his nails scratching behind the thick silver chain you wore.

From afar and in the eyes of others, people would’ve thought you and Naoya were simply getting a little too heated, his lips dipped to graze your ear while his slender fingers pressed a little tighter into your air pipe. Your positions could easily be mistaken for Naoya seducing you, and you supposed he was, since your body responded differently from your verbal protests.

“You should watch what you’re saying,” he warned, voice low with warning. “I could easily dump your body into a river and no one would even notice. In fact, maybe the world might even thank me for doing them a service and ridding them of a spiteful woman like you.”

“Oh, pretty boy,” you chuckled back and stood to your tippy toes. One of your hands wrapped around his neck to forcefully tilt his neck to yours, nose pressed above his collar to inhale the intoxicating masculine scent he wore. “You’re all bark and no bite. Why don’t you show me what you’re capable of? If you’re as awful as they make you out to be, maybe I’ll shiver enough to drop my panties for you.”

You didn’t miss the way Naoya’s hands gripped at your waist to pull you close, enticing you to continue with your insults because maybe Naoya liked this a lot more than he let on. Could it be his superiority complex didn’t always like submissive women, after all?

Well, it would make sense; everyone always liked a little challenge, didn’t they?

If that was what he wanted, then you’d be generous enough to grant it to him.

“Wouldn’t you like to get a chance to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson for defiling the oh-so-mighty Naoya Zenin?” you purposefully toned your voice down to a more breathy tone, your chest swelling with pride when Naoya sucked in a sharp inhale beside your ear.

God, he sounded beautiful — and you hadn’t even fucked him yet. Now, you were eager to hear what else those disgusting lips could be capable of other than degrading you.

Pulling away from him just to bat your lashes at him, heat pooled straight into your core when Naoya’s gaze had completely darkened, dark orbs pooled with lust and anger. Only he could make such an expression look so good.

“You don’t scare me, Zenin. You’re nothing but a small boy wearing big man pants.”

For a moment, your smile widened, believing that you’d won this time around. Naoya was still breathing hard at each brush of your stomach to his now hardening erection, but then he smirked and gently pushed you away from him. “I’m not fucking you here,” he stated calmly, not even bothering to keep his voice low. “You’re a lot dumber than I thought you’d be if you really think I’m whipping my cock out during this dreadful dinner.”

“This dreadful dinner you speak of is an opportunity for people like us to establish connections. I would’ve assumed you wanted nothing more to impress others but it seems I was wrong. If you hate this event so much, why bother coming here in the first place?”

“Just had a feeling I was going to meet a little minx,” he watched you seductively, his smirk adorned with his tongue peeking out to lick his lips — in turn wetting you in places he promised to make his by the end of the night. Curse him, you chanted in your head, curse him for being so attractive. It would’ve been easier if he was ugly. “And as always, I’m right.”

You tilted a brow, slightly impressed. “So you’ve done your background check on me. That doesn’t explain why you’re still here though. Surely a woman couldn’t be enough for a reason to make a man like you go all this way?”

“You’re right, a woman would never be a good enough reason, but I wanted to put you in your place,” his eyes flickered back up to you, now twinkling with danger and something else entirely. “Bad little girls need to be a taught to a lesson.”

“So what’re you waiting for? Go ahead and show me your ways, Zenin.”

“I will,” he nodded to himself, “I’m about to,” Naoya was nothing but confident as he strode your way until his arms was locked with yours, his breath tickling your collarbones that had unknowingly exposed itself at each heated touch. “You’re not that bad for a slut. You look like one, smell like one — I bet you also feel like one.”

A dry laugh left your lips as you fisted his shirt, mirroring his smirk to show that if a match was what he looked for, then a match he’d find indeed. Only this time, you would be worse.

“Why don’t you go ahead and find out?”

Naoya, despite being an absolutely poor excuse of a human being, was somewhat redeemable for being a man of his words. Find out he did, and he wasted no time into shoving you inside his McLaren, barely able to keep his hands off you the whole way up to his penthouse.

It was a blurry mess from there.

Moans spilled from your lips while he ripped your clothes off, not bothering to apologize that he’d just ruined one of your most prized possessions, his lust-clouded haze mumbling that he’d just buy you another one.

It was the last thing you expected to hear from him, but you couldn’t protest, not when he’d angrily snapped the buttons of his shirt away, a low growl mixing with your breathy whines as he loosened his tie.

Your eyes widened at the sight, legs rubbing together as you imagined what else he could do with that pretty tie of his.

Would he tie you to his bed, fuck you stupid and call you useless? Or perhaps, you could do it?

Naoya cut off your train of thought by pushing you back to his mattress, his hands tugging at his belt before he pulled his boxers down, his thick length slapping at his abdomen. Your mouth immediately watered at the sight. You were beyond wet from nothing but your sloppy make-out sessions, but would he fit?

Just the thought of him giving you that burning stretch made your legs spread beside his sides, the sardonic laughter ripping from Naoya’s lips absolutely disgusting.

“Fucking pathetic. You’re just like everyone else; submitting to me at the sight of my cock, but that’s not true, is it? Moment you saw me, I knew you were clenching around nothing,” he gripped at your jaw to force you to look at him. You glared up at him from his bruising hold, your cheeks squished under his rough hands. “But that’s okay; wanting me is not something you should be ashamed about. Although you should be thanking me I’m even letting you near me like this.”

“I’m so honoured. Come on, Naoya, let me feel you — let me make you feel good.”

Naoya, too lost in his ego, missed the sarcasm dripping in your voice. “So eager to be my cock sleeve, huh?” he grinned, tugging at your hair to push you deeper into his mattress. “Get on your knees. Now suck.”

He was too harsh in his pace, determined to exert his dominance over you. You could feel every ridge of his vein as he continued fucking into your mouth, his abs rippling above you. It felt like witnessing a Greek god come apart, and you took pleasure in being his ruin, prompting you to hollow your cheeks and bob your mouth up and down on his cock harder.

Naoya’s chuckles were broken and often mixed with curses of fuck, you feel so fucking good, his nails now scratching at your scalp.

Soon, Naoya stilled inside you, his hold around your head deadly to keep you in place. Tears flowed down your face as he kept thrusting inside, making sure to hit the back of your throat before his muscles tightened. Spurts of warm cum followed after that, but instead of swallowing it like you expected he’d command you to do, Naoya whipped out his cock and came all over your face, his seed shooting all over your cheeks and lips.

You took it all obediently, just enough to give him the false pretense of submissiveness that he was so willing to force from you.

While he was occupied pumping his still rock hard cock, eyes closed and massaging your scalp almost soothingly, Naoya failed to notice your hurried movements of standing from the bed, fingers looped around his tie.

A small wail resonated from him when you shoved him down onto the bed, knees locked at either sides of his waist before you tugged at the cloth wrapped around his neck. Naoya kicked his legs behind you as you tied his wrists to the bed hard enough that Naoya winced, the tie only forming tighter at each lame grapple of his.

You looked back at how he got more beautiful laid out in front of you like that, chest heaving up and down while he struggled against the restraints, face flushed with anger — no, this wasn’t anger anymore — he was furious.

“What are you doing?! Get this off me — how dare you!”

“How dare you,” you spat back, discarding your lace bra off to wipe his cum away from your face, gagging when the bitter cum left a tang on your lips. “I just got my skin appointment last week and you came on my face like that?”

Naoya kept fighting back before he realised it was a futile attempt, leaning back down onto the pillows, though that didn’t soften his heated eyes on yours. You cooed at how adorable he submitted to you, running a finger down the sides of his jaw. “Aw, don’t look so angry, baby. I’m just starting my fun,” you purred, “You should’ve known better than to mess with me, Naoya. I’m not as nice as the others. And I’ll show you just how awful I can be.”

Naoya’s breath hitched when you shimmied out of your underwear, a dark glint in your eyes as you stretched the elastic into a fake arrow until it snapped into his face.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled, turning his face away from your panties soaked with arousal. “Once I get out of here, I will ruin you.”

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you mumbled incoherently, too lost in the pleasure as you sunk down on his cock. You were right, he was fucking thick, stretching you out better than any of your toys could. Plus, he was warm and leaking with pre-cum that he slid in easily, erotic groans leaving both your mouths once he was finally seated inside you.

Naoya was growling at you to let go of him when you laughed, lifting your hips up slowly before sliding back down on him just as slow, almost as if you made love to his cock the same passionate way you did with a lover. “You do have a wonderful cock, though. I’ve never felt this good in my life,” you leaned down to lick a stripe down to his neck, allowing him to hear the needy pants you graced with him. “You feel so good, Naoya, oh. If you weren’t such an asshole, I might even fall in love with you.”

“Go faster. This is unfair!”

Naoya tried thrusting deep into you, evidently unsatisfied at this torturous pace you set, but you only gripped at his thigh in warning, your eyes no longer sweet as you glared at him.

“Nothing’s ever fair in this world, sweetheart,” you reminded him, shivering every now and then as you bounced on his cock, his length slipping past through your walls magically. “Like how such a gorgeous face and amazing dick is paired with the most disgusting personality ever. No, it’s not fair, indeed...”

You closed your eyes with your head thrown back, placing your hips flat on his pelvic bone instead, fingers rubbing at your clit while Naoya throbbed inside you, desperate for release.

The little whines you gave were nothing but mocking. You knew that Naoya suffered through this position, but did you care? Absolutely not. With Naoya’s cock stretching you full and his tip kissing your most sensitive spots, in addition to your fingers rubbing and tweaking at your clit, this was the most pleasure you’d ever gotten from sex.

You were stimulated everywhere, your other hand reached up to tug at your hardened nipples.

Your walls clenched around him, signalling him that you were close and you let out a broken moan, falling forward to gyrate your hips around his cock to push you over the edge. It wasn’t enough to get him off since you were mostly still fondling with your clit, the sounds of your moans like torture to his ears.

“No, don’t you dare cum, I swear if you—” Your orgasm washed over you comfortingly like a warm blanket. Instead of seeing white, it was like your vision cleared, the sight of the sweat that made Naoya’s hair stick to his forehead in clumps crystal clear. You prolonged your orgasm by thrusting your hips in a sickening rhythm of thrust, pause, thrust, stop — and by then Naoya was losing his mind.

Naoya lost control as he snapped his hips upwards inside you hard enough that you winced in pain, pushing off his dick until he’s left humping the empty air, his body drenched with perspiration. “No, no, no, fuck you! Get back here you useless slut!”

You lay beside him, giggling in post-orgasm bliss. Just to tease him, you rolled to his side to press a kiss to his cheek, laughing harder when your lips came in contact with his flushed skin.

“You’re so adorable like this,” you cupped his face tenderly, perfectly aware that Naoya had begun to growl, his wrists almost bruised from how hard he brawled against his tie. “If I didn’t hate you so much, I would’ve let you cum inside me,” you offered with a pat to his chest, moving off the bed with wobbly legs.

“Well, whatever, that was fun. I would say we both had the most sensual sex of our lives, but that would be a joke for you, don’t you think?” you snorted as you inserted your arms to his discarded suit jacket.

Naoya stayed still on the bed, his cock still painfully hard and slick with your cum. “Don’t look so angry, Naoya. You had it coming for you. Don’t worry, though, as a thanks for letting me cum that hard — though I mostly did all the work — I’ll keep this between us so you at least get to keep whatever’s left of your dignity,” you blew a kiss his way, “Bye, sweetie. At least now I know people weren’t exaggerating when they called you a good fuck.”

Not bothering to slip your heels back on, you looped your shoes into the curls of your fingers, about to button Naoya’s jacket as you made your way to his door.

You never got halfway across the room when strong arms suddenly lifted you off the ground, your vision transitioning from his door to the pads of his feet, your body slung across his shoulder. Naoya gripped at your ass in warning when you kicked your legs, leaving him with no choice but to hug your thighs with one arm.

The next thing you knew, he slammed the balcony doors open with one hand and slammed you on the pool table. His rough hands yanked his jacket away from your body, the chilly night of the air bringing a shiver down your spine as it hit your drenched core.

Naoya had pinned your arms flat on your back in a painful angle, making you cry out just as he kneed your legs open, his free hand that wasn’t pinning you down aligning his cock against your hole. You were a moaning mess underneath him, the pain only an intoxicating addition to the pleasure he was pounding into you. Naoya then leaned to whisper your ear, the sudden movement making his cock slide deeper into you, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Oh, Naoya, fuck—”

“I am not just a good fuck,” he corrected you, “I am Naoya Zenin — and you will do well being silent and submissive while I fuck you, do you understand?” You were too lost in the feeling of him rutting deep into you that he had you seeing white this time around. When you didn’t answer, Naoya slapped your ass, your yelps echoing from the dead night. “I asked you a question.”

“No,” you bit back, “I refuse to—” you were silenced when Naoya hit your sweet spot, laughing at your state that you were too fucked out to give him a proper answer.

Naoya’s pace was merciless as he fucked deeper into you, the hand on your ass moving up to grab at your waist to keep slamming you back to his cock. He watched as your lips sucked him in so tight that he didn’t know whether you were pushing him out or refusing to let go. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air, you opened your eyes, only to be met by the sight of men crowding on the building across yours to witness your undoing by Naoya’s hands.

“I’ve barely started and you’re already so wet for me,” he mocked in your ear. As if on cue, squelching sounds accompanied your desperate moans, hands grabbing at nothing in particular. “Shall I try upping my speed?”

“N-Naoya- there are people looking.”

“Let them see,” he seethed, using one arm to lift your other leg up to the table to gain him more access into your warm, wet cavern. The sudden stretch made your muscles ache until you lay there limp; jaw clenched at the pleasure Naoya drowned you with. “Let them know how much I’m making this pussy mine. Gosh, can you hear yourself? You sound like a dirty fucking slut,” another slap landed on your ass, hard enough to leave a mark there for tomorrow. “You claim to hate me, so then why are you dripping all over me, huh? Pathetic whore. You women are nothing but cum dumps to me.”

Naoya spread your butt cheeks open, laughing at the silly way you clenched around him every time he pulled out, your puffy lips sucking him back again until Naoya buried himself to the hilt. His dick did wonders in letting out the most erotic whines and whimpers you never thought you’d be capable of, leaving you a drooling and panting mess under him.

“You little fucker, don’t even think about cumming inside me, I will literally castrate you and feed your balls to yourself.”

“Such a dirty mouth. Though that’s expected of a nasty woman like you,” he sassed, his thrusts faltering while his hand clenched your flesh tighter. That was enough to send you over the edge when Naoya slammed his hips harder and more desperately this time around, his cock twitching against your walls. “You wish I would cum inside you. But I have a better plan in mind.”

All it took was one rough hand for him to pull you before him, pushing you down into your knees again as he came inside your mouth. You could feel your cum and his dripping onto his dark marble tiles, the white pool of liquid shining.

Naoya thrusted lazily into your mouth, a sickening grin on his face while he kept you down there. His glare deepened when you tried to pull away from him. “Swallow, you slut. Or I’m fucking your face until I break your jaw.”

Furiously, you swallowed around his cock, Naoya groaning at the feeling of your walls convulsing around him. The moment you gagged from when his tip poked the back of your throat, Naoya pushed you off him until you were left choking on the ground. You gasped for air, hands clasped around your neck, sure that you were going to have a sore jaw and a fucked throat tomorrow.

You kept glaring at Naoya, but this didn’t deter him from gripping your chin down, humming to himself upon seeing that his cum was now gone in your mouth. “Hmm, so you did swallow it like a good girl. I’m glad I’ve disciplined you well.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’m King there already, baby,” Before you could retort, his arms encircled your waist until you were heaved in his arms again. You pounded against his back because you were too done, you couldn’t do another round. Naoya sighed as he threw you in the bed as if you were a ragdoll, disappearing in the bathroom for a while before coming back with a wet towel, which he rudely flicked your way. “Clean yourself up and then leave. Take the back elevators. I don’t want the staff to see a whore leaving my place.”

“You’re the one who brought me here.”

“Only because I had a duty to put you in your place,” He stared at you with his smirk now permanent in his face, admiring the bruises he left on your body.

“We’re not over yet, Zenin. I’m going to break you one way or another.”

You rolled your eyes at him, walking to his closet to wear one of his shirts. Naoya was silent the whole time as he watched you button his shirt with trembling hands, his presence hot on your heels as he followed you out the large room.

As you were about to leave, you picked up the towel you used to clean your cum with and threw it right at his face.

Naoya dodged it easily, eyeing the towel with a scoff. “Still resilient, I see,” settling down on one of his lounge chairs like it was a throne, Naoya rested his cheek on his fist as he stared you down. “But fine — I accept your challenge. A true man never backs down from a challenge, after all.”

“Oh, honey, I’m more than just a challenge,” you sneered.

Naoya’s gaze left your eyes to stare at your perky nipples that poked through his shirt, feeling his cock swell all over again. But he was a man of control and dignity — he wouldn’t do anything more with you, not when it was clear you’ve had enough for tonight.

It didn’t bother him though, he knew he’d have more opportunities to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that. I’ll be the one to decide your worth,” he declared oh so smugly, the mere sound of his voice pushing you to slam a fist to ruin that pretty face of his, though you held your ground, far too tired to move a muscle. Naoya saw this too, and he smiled to himself, head tilted to the side as he studied the mess he’d made of you. “Tomorrow, same time same place?”

There was no telling what pushed you to agree, but the words left your lips far too confidently for you to even wonder why.

“Be ready for me, Zenin.”

“I always am.”

All the way back to the back elevators that Naoya had directed you at, you pondered on how you’d be able to tell your parents you suddenly needed a ride home when they had no idea you left the dinner gala in the first place. But most of all, how were you supposed to tell them you’d acquainted yourself with the Zenin clan all over again?

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fuxkingmarvel · 4 years ago

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Party Favors

Summary: Cops are called after a noise complaint. The town’s sheriff arrives at your Halloween Party.

Pairing: Modern Day Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral sex (male), degrading language, manipulation, age gap (reader is 20)

Parents gone for the weekend.

What better way to celebrate Halloween? It’s a small town and your house was the ideal place for a party!

“Are you okay?” You questioned as your best friend pointed to the window.

“Hello... don’t tell me you’re hiding from your ex” you laughed trying to lighten the mood as she shook her head.

“No. Worse. I think someone called the cops” Your friend bit her lip, as she grabbed her purse.

“Look, I don’t need to get some ticket by the sheriff. I think I’m just going to head out before he comes.” You sighed lightly at your friends words.

Great! Leave me here with this mess, even though you helped plan the damn party.

Before you knew it, the siren of the sheriff’s cop car alerted everyone. Some of the less drunken students got the memo and began to scatter away. While others, truly didn’t give a damn.

You groaned lightly, peeking through the blinds of the window to see Sheriff Bodecker exit his car.

You watched as he walked with confidence towards your front door. Your eyes roaming him from top to bottom. He could definitely manhandle you if he wanted. Clearly, he was way too old for you.

But god, did he look good in a uniform.

“We meet again, Miss Y/N. You know I thought after your first year in college, you would have learned your lesson” Bodecker explained but the only thing you could concentrate on was the way his tongue played with the toothpick in his mouth.

Your eyes fixacted on the other ways he could put his tongue into use.

“Y/N”

You try to hide your blush before meeting his eyes. “Sorry Sheriff... What’s the problem here?” You question shyly, your arms crossed as you lean against your front door.

He licked his lips, his eyes roaming your body lingering a little too long on your breasts. Maybe that was your fault as you decided to dress up as a sexy devil, the outfit exentuating your breasts dangerously so.

He chuckles dramatically. “You drunk, darlin’... because that’s a stupid question if you ask me”. You choke on his words, your face feeling hot.

“Got a noise complaint. It is Halloween after all.” Lee casually states, stepping in close as he tries to peek into your house. His hands press on your hips and you could smell his cologne.

“Mind if I check the premise” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’re hiding something from me...” You shake your head, widening your door, as your house is now empty. The last stranglers leaving through the back door.

Lee steps inside. Empty red cups carelessly thrown on the rug and table. Busted beer cars on the side. Even accessories from people’s outfits are on the floor. He shakes his head as he kicks the can.

“Quite some party you had, darlin” You cross your legs from the way his new nickname for you, rolls off his tongue.

“Now, where is he?” You furrow your eyebrows, watching Lee’s movements as he enters the kitchen. He places his sheriff hat on the counter. You follow behind him.

“Who?”

“Your boyfriend.”

You start to clean up the cans off the floor. Embarrassed by the mess from the party. “In my dreams” you simply state, laughing nervously as you dump the cans into a garbage bag.

Lee walks behind you, trapping you between the kitchen counter. He lifts your chin up, his blue eyes boring into yours. Goosebumps shooting up on your skin.

“Now, don’t lie to me” his voice becomes lower and rougher. “Someone has to be takin’ good care of this cunt. Maybe Arvin Russell... he’s about your age” You gasp at his words, your body becoming tense as you fingers wrap around the marbel counter.

Lee spreads your thighs in an instant, his slight hard on throbbing against you.

“I leave you with too many warnings. I think this time, you return the favor” he smirks slyly, his thumb stroking your cheek and then your lips. You open your mouth slightly and Lee pushes his thumb inside. Your tongue swirling around him as his eyebrows jump up in suprise and a smirk grows on your face.

You weren’t expecting this for the night, but you craved Bodecker for the longest.

Always imagined how he tasted, how good he was in bed. Lee was right. He gave you multiple warnings throughout your college years. Your friends stating the Sheriff had a weird secret obsession with you.

“He’s a sad lonely fuck, Y/N! His wife left him and now he probably jerks off into Pepsi Cups to the thought of you!” You shook your head and covered your ears. “Guys stop! You don’t know what you’re talking about” Your friends scoffed at your foolishness.

Lee palms himself lightly as you suck on his thumb. Before you knew it, you were popping off his thumb and ready to suck something bigger. You bit your lip in hesitation before sinking down on the hardwood floor. The outline of his cock pushing against his trousers.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this for the longest. I see the way you look at me. Come on, take out my cock, darlin. Play with it.” He breaths in deeply as his hands find their way through your hair.

You fumble with his zipper before pulling him out, your eyes widening at the size. Holy shit... Lee’s eyes darken, grabbing his cock and dragging it against your lips before he uses his cock to slap your cheek. You moan in ecstasy as His pre-cum smears on your lips. You lick your lips before gently sucking on his tip.

Lee groans roughly before pushing himself in your mouth. You whimper lightly as his hand grips your hair pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.

It felt good but so wrong. Your knees digging into your floor as you gave a blowjob to your Town’s sheriff. Nevertheless, you pumped the rest of his shaft but Lee wanted more. He starts finding a frantic rythm causing you to gag.

“Fuck—! You like my big cock.. better than these college boys! Yeah, it is!” He praised thrusting in and out of your mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Just like that, taking my cock like a good little whore” His cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, as tears ran down your eyes.

“I always knew you were good for something darlin’, gunna cum in that pretty mouth and you’re going to fuckin’ swallow it all” You whimpered at his words. Your mouth being used as his personal fuck toy.

He rolled his eyes back getting closer to his release before pulling out of you. Your appearance was messy. Mascara running down your face. Your saliva and his pre-cum connecting from your lips to his cock. You looked up at him panting softly, your thighs rubbing against yourself wishing they could get their own release.

“Stick your tongue out, gunna paint your mouth and face” he spat, as he pumped himself fast you opened your mouth fully.

“Fuck— I’m cumming!” His release falling onto your tongue and face. You swallowed him all, even dragging your fingers across your cheeks and sucking on any last remnants of his cum.

You stood up quickly, your nails raking over his body. You wanted more. Kiss him. Have him touch you.

Anything.

Lee stroked your cheek lazily, looking at you with lustful eyes.

“My turn?” You dared to ask, tilting your head as you gave him innocent eyes. You leaned in to kiss him but he pushed you back by your hips.

“What—?”

“This is your punishment, darlin” he put his half softening cock back into his boxers, lifting up his trousers and zipping himself up. He grabbed his sherrif hat from the counter and placed it on his head. You whined lightly at his actions following him like a little puppy.

“That’s not fair-! You can’t just—“ you huffed dramatically. Your hormones spiking up with each move.

“Shit, don’t be so dramatic” he slapped your ass roughly before casually heading to your living room. You gasped stopping in your tracks. His cocky attitude peeking through.

“Now I don’t wanna hear another complaint, or Sheriff Bodecker will have to come back again and teach you another lesson.”

“Oh— And Happy Halloween.” He winked at you before striding out your house like nothing had ever happened.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader smut #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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We always have been ↬ fem!p.p

A/N: AHHH I love genderbent Peter skjkjhjka and I’ve only seen @justme--emily write for her so far so I wrote one of my own 😤

Summary: It was not every day you crash into your ex boyfriend in a Stark Gala, was it? Your ex boyfriend you dumped right after your senior prom? It was probably her Parker luck striking, never a good sign, she learned that from experience.

Warning: um cursing lol.

Pairing: female!Peter Parker x Harry Osborn

WC: 2k

When Mister Stark had asked her to attend one of those glorious charity galas, Penny had been elated, internally (and externally) jumping at the thought of wearing fancy gowns and walking past pretentious rich bureaucrats and business people.

She was practically lost in paradise when Miss Potts had accompanied her to shop for her dress, a beautiful blue and red full length gown, hugging her in her curves with a chinese collar neck and embroidered bust (very on brand of her).

“Is your dress comfortable? Oh god I think I should have altered it myself, it’s not too tight right?” May fretted, fixing her hairdo and last minute make up she learnt from makeup hacks videos. Groaning, Penny nudged May by her shoulders, sitting her down on her twin bed, holding her aunt’s cheeks.

“May, the dress is comfortable! Miss Potts made sure that it was altered to my size okay? Now calm down, it’s just one night.” She smiled, folding her hands under her chest. Her dress was truly comfortable, and she looked undeniably good, she checked (she was a nerd, yes, but she wasn’t blind. Especially now that she had 20/20 long vision due to her spider powers.)

“You know how I feel about you going to fancy parties, baby.” May sighed, making her wince, “the last time you went to prom ended in a disaster. Both of them”

“I know May, but on the bright side, it gained me an actual paid internship. And Mister Stark and Miss Potts are going to be present the whole time!” She reassured, squeezing her aunt’s shoulders. In all honesty, she understood her anxiety, shuddering as she remembered her prom fighting Liz’s dad, and then breaking up with Harry, “besides, I have my spidery powers remember? I’m a big girl May, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can sweetheart, god look at you all grown up, Ben would be so proud of how much you’ve grown, my little woman.” May sniffed, getting up to caress her head. She shook her head at her aunt’s emotional state, smiling as she bowed her head at the nickname. It was something Ben used to call her- little woman.

“Ben would be proud of you too May.” Penny said, willing her eyes to not water at the sudden rush of sentiment she felt at the mention of her deceased uncle.

“Now, shoo before I change my mind and keep you all to myself!” May laughed, fixing the non existent crease near her shoulders.

“Okay okay! I’m going May, jeez it’s like you and Mister Stark are holding a shared custody of me.” Penny snickered, scrambling to wear her uncomfortable heels, the ones that matched her dress.

“Maybe I am, but I get to be the primary guardian!”

Laughing, she gave her aunt a kiss to her cheek, doing a preliminary check of her cell phone and emergency bracelet, blowing her a kiss before walking into the car that was standing outside their apartment.

The car ride was silent, her stomach bubbling with nervousness and excitement. She was practically vibrating in her seat, glad that Tony had sent another driver instead of Happy- he would have teased her incessantly for being so nervous. She had grown close to Happy, the man growing fond of her as well, but he could be an embarrassing dad at times.

The gala was everything she had imagined, brightly lit in an overpriced hall, adorning overpriced decorations with people in overpriced clothes.

“Hey Mister Stark! Thank you so much for inviting me!” She grinned, skipping towards her fath- mentor.

“Hey Pen, wow don’t you look beautiful. A little too beautiful, beware of those good for nothing boys you hear me?” Tony smiled, hugging her, a protective hand on her shoulder.

“Oh don’t mind Tony, hun, he’s only joking.” Pepper said, giving her a kiss on her cheek and doing a once over, just like May had.

“I’m serious Pep, if those boys even tried anything, you call me okay? I’ll take care of them.”

“Mister Stark, you can’t just threaten teenagers.” Penny giggled, looking at Pepper with a smirk.

“Barely a teenager kiddo, why did you grow up so fast?” He smiled, a fond look in his eyes.

“I’m nineteen Mister Stark, I think I can take care of those boys themselves.”

“Hell yeah you can, that’s my girl.”

Easy for her to say, because not long after that, Mister Stark and Pepper had abandoned her to talk to some prominent dealer about some… deals concerning Stark Industries, she didn't ask.

By the end of an hour, she was already bouncing on her heels, bored out of her mind. Even the Avengers could entertain her only so much, going back to their important work. And

Penny was an awkward girl, always finding herself in situations she was unwilling to participate in, so socialising was out of question.

She remembered the one time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over Mister Stark’s touch sensitive keyboard, stuttering the whole time. He hadn’t even been mad, reassuring her that he had done that enough times before, hence the liquid resistant keypads.

And then there was that one time the school nurse had called Tony when she was experiencing period induced fever. That was embarrassing, if not a little heartwarming to know that he cared about her enough to confront Pepper about menstrual problems. She was his daughter in everything but blood, he reminded her that every day, though not verbally.

There was also this one time she had been caught kissing MJ, but none of those were going to top what she was facing right now.

Literally.

“Penny! Penny Parker?” Harry’s chirpy voice rang in her ears, his footsteps sounding increasingly closer as she tried to hide her face behind her (non alcoholic) drink, frantically walking towards the vague figure of Mister Stark as fast as she could with her overly expensive stilettos.

It was not every day you crash into your ex boyfriend in a Stark Gala, was it? Your ex boyfriend you dumped right after your senior prom? It was probably her Parker luck striking, never a good sign, she learned that from experience.

Finally standing near Mister Stark, she tried to stand next to him, ignoring the weird look he was giving her. Penny was petite, always has been small for her age, so she was glad Mister Stark could cover her with his side. Apparently he got her cue, as he shifted slightly to hide her from whomever’s view.

“What’s wrong Pen? Some pesky boy chasing you? Accidentally met your ex?” He joked, giving the old businessman in front of him a handshake and smirking at her with amusement.

“Something like that.” She shrugged casually, snickering at Tony’s wide eyes.

“Penny! Hey it’s me, Harry.” He said, nearly standing behind her. He was either incredibly stupid or incredibly brave, weaving his way through the crowd to stand right in front of her. He probably hadn’t noticed her clinging to Tony, which is why he came forward, a big goofy grin playing on his handsome face, sending her heart into a frenzy, his blue eyes shining under the gleaming lights.

“Uh, h-hey Harry.” She grimaced, elongating his name with a chuckle. Shuffling forward, she ignored Tony’s raised eyebrows, opening her mouth to speak, but all she could look at was Harry Fucking Osborn standing in front of her, “Um, small world?”

Her words sounded distant to her, heart heart a lump in her throat. She felt underprepared for these situations. Sure, they had broken off on a semi- good note, but it didn’t make whatever this was any less awkward.

“Small world indeed.” He said, much softer than before, a solemn expression taking over his face, “It’s not every day you get to meet Penelope Parker in a Stark Gala. Heard of your internship by the way, I knew you were smart enough to get it.”

“Oh, thanks about that. I guess you’re an unwilling guest here? Haven’t seen Mr. Osborn around.” She smiled shyly, shuffling on her feet.

“Yeah, kind of, I mean you know how he is.” He shrugged.

“How long have you two known each other?” Tony interrupts the two, watching in amusement as both his pseudo daughter and Norman’s son blush under his gaze, as if just noticing his presence.

“Uhm, Hi Mister Stark! B-big fan, hi oh my god Penny I’m standing in front of Tony Stark.” Harry stuttered, shaking Tony’s hand for a little too long.

Staring at him with confusion, he shook Harry's hand back, silently asking Penny the lingering question.

“He’s a bit of a fanboy.” She answered.

Harry was still looking at Stark with his wonderstruck expression.

“Well it’s always good to meet my fans, but you didn't answer my question, kid. How do you two know each other?” Tony said, smiling as politely as he could while his hand was still stuck in Harry’s grip.

Realising that, he instantly let go, standing awkwardly as him and Penny said at the same time-

“I’m her ex boyfriend-”

“He’s my best friend.”

His eyes widen, realising what he had just said.

“You guys dated? And when were you going to tell me about that Pen?” Tony asked, baffled at the thought of Penny dating a guy, and Osborn’s son of all people.

“Well, you see, I was going to tell you soon, but then we broke up. You know? We haven’t talked since.” Penny said, the last sentence directed towards Harry. She was looking at him now, gritting her teeth.

“Well did you expect me to call you after you dumped me? During prom nonetheless? I was ashamed, Pen, I couldn’t do it.” Harry said, looking apologetic. It made her heart clench, inherent guilt building up in her tummy. It was her fault, technically.

“Yeah but, Harry you were my best friend before my boyfriend, and I missed you okay? You could’ve at least called.” She defended. Tony was good at reading the room, so sensing a banter building, he quietly left the area, not wanting to witness the misunderstanding.

“I really missed you too Penny, I- I didn’t think I was good enough for you, gosh I really fucking love you.” He said, immediately stiffening.

Even back when they were dating, they had never said the L word to each other, not even when they were best friends, and now? Well he had just made the air more thicker than before.

“You- you what?” She asked, voice small as her heart jumped. She moved closer to him, holding her hands out, reaching to touch his shoulders. Her hands set on his silky tuxedo, she stroked her hands in a slow motion, dropping them immediately when she realised she was touching him.

“I really fucking love you Penny, even if you don’t want to get together, can we still be friends? Go back to our movie nights and lego sessions?” He asked, furrowing his brows as if to keep himself from crying.

No words left her mouth, her breath hitched when he moved forward, chest stuttering. With a sudden confidence she didn’t know she had, she leapt forward, capturing his lips in hers. Their lips moved with a sync, his familiar ocean scented deo invading her nostrils, his soft skin against her. The world around her melded in a technicolour blob, the only thing she could focus was his heartbeat echoing in her ears.

“I really fucking love you too by the way.” She said, pulling away from the kiss. She vaguely spotted Miss Potts in her periphery, shaking her head with a smile as she held back Mister Stark.

“So, are we friends then?”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“We are more than friends, you dumbass. We always have been.”

I’m a thirsty bitch, pwease give me feedback? 🥺🥺

#peter parker x harry osborn #harry osborn x peter parker x reader #harry osborn #female peter parker #female peter parker x harry osborn #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #tony stark #spiderman #spider woman #spideygirl writes

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ghost0loxer · 3 years ago

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Imagine, a gender fluid teenager like myself has a favourite/feel-good film and that film is “Just One of the Guys,”from the mid 80s.

Picture this: theatre class, we watch “She’s The Man”, a dreamworks film from the 2000s. And yet, the social justice issues within the film are glaringly obvious to today’s society. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a funny film in a group setting - but then there are scenes that are just uncomfortable. Now, we discussed these themes in class, but I just can’t help but think about the film that came before it. Yes, StM (she’s the mans) is a modern day adaption of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” but I was thinking about the modern day adaption before StM, “Just One of the Guys” from the mid 80s.

I love this film. For multiple reasons, which I hope to discuss.

Number one, our main character. Terry Griffith is stubborn. If she thinks something is right, she won’t let anyone say no or get in her way. Now in some cases, this is great. It’s definitely a shift in the usual romantic comedy female lead (especially for the 80s). But it’s one of her biggest flaws. In the beginning, Terry doesn’t win a contest for a part-time job at the Sun Tribune. She believes her article was amazing, but she speaks with her English teacher and he gives it to her straight. “You don’t have what it takes to be a reporter.” Her article is boring; it’s about the nutritional value of the lunch menu in the school cafeteria, of course it’s boring. But the words her teacher tells her has her convinced it’s because she’s a woman. Thus, she leaves school for two weeks and transfers as a buy to another school who are holding the same competition. Once she gives her article, she is told almost the same thing, but this time, she’s given proper feedback to improve it. Of course, there was some irony with this scene between Terry and the teacher. “Just because you’re guy, doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive or light.” Thing is, she doesn’t give up, she strives to fix it and finds a new angle. I love her determination, I love the way she doesn’t let others push her around. Furthermore, her transition to a man. In StM, Viola as a guy is made to be cringey and comedic, you watch and think, there’s no way a guy would do that. But Terry, having grown up with a younger brother and is actually smart, manages to nail the role. Sure, she has slip-ups, but she stays afloat and she’s not being over the top. She’s chill and convincing, yet you as the audience can tell she’s trying to appear masculine. Her lines are witty and she’s sharp. Someone has something to say, she’ll be able to backtrack and answer with a joke or sarcasm quickly. I like smart characters.

Another point, the way women are written in this film. A lot of women in this film are treated like shit, but it’s probably a realistic depiction of the 80s. Everyone is talking about dating and sex, it seems to be the only topic the women in this film speak about, unless they are Terry. Terry seems to be the only character in this film whose main goal is not romance or sex. She strives to be a reporter, she wants to prove herself, and she rejects the advances upon her frequently. Whether it’s the boys asking her on dates in halls, or her own boyfriend attempting to seduce her when her parents aren’t home, she doesn’t put them above herself, yet she still lets them down easily, unless they become more pushy (case in point, her boyfriend, Kevin, in the beginning). She can stand up for herself, but she’s not the only one. Her best friend, Denise is one of the many women looking for love, nevertheless, she holds standards. I will admit, I didn’t like Denise’s acting in the beginning; she’s not a great character, but even she manages to reject men’s advances constantly. She’s not afraid to say it bluntly and she expresses her true emotions when certain guys try to ask her out. She tells it to them straight, and I respect her for that (despite her lack of empathy for some). Terry’s brother is constantly hitting on Denise, but she stands her ground. She doesn’t hit him or curse him out, she spins words around him and always lead back to the key word “no.”

This is my third, and maybe final point, (because I’m not great at writing but I’m starting to get tired) the way they handle sexual orientation. It seems if you’re going to make a film about a cross-dressing woman who falls in love with a man, you have to discuss sexuality and this film is not afraid to. That was my biggest beef with StM, when Viola confessed her love to Duke, the made it blatantly clear that it was “weird” and “unusual”; the editing and music cuts. It was done for comedic purposes, but in that moment, it just made me cringe. Even when the principal marched onto the field during the big match to expose Sebastian as “the woman he was all along,” he used a big megaphone and said to the whole crowd this man is in fact a girl. If it were to happen in the real world, and this character was a trans male, that would be traumatizing and so so insensitive. I couldn’t help thinking the way they handled the reveal in StM was poor and shitty.

But with JOotG (just one of the guys)? It’s done respectfully. Throughout the film, Buddy, Terry’s younger, sex-obsessed brother (I have thoughts on this character), often refers to Terry as a transvestite or sexually confused. They make references about her dating other women and jokes. It’s not treated like taboo, but just something people normally talk about, and as a questioning kid when I first watched the film, I really needed that. Although it was used for jokes, the fact that it wasn’t treated like a silent topic made me think more of it and discover who I was; it was media like this that made me accept myself.

Even with the reveal. Kevin, Terry’s boyfriend (or ex boyfriend by the end), stomps up to Terry after she’s wrestled with the school bully and was dumped into the waves at prom. Rick, who’s been Terry’s friend (and is the male lead) throughout her time at his high school, immediately questions who Kevin is and he responds with a harsh and sure “Terry’s boyfriend.” Of course, that doesn’t expose Terry as female, but makes Rick assume she’s a homosexual. But instead of calling her weird or replying negatively, he answers Kevin’s question calmly and says he’s just a friend. There is no prejudice, no disgust, Rick is shocked, but that’s expected. Furthermore, this reveal not only does not alienate homosexuality, it puts the center of focus on the main characters rather than have the whole audience/prom witness this exchange. Sure, the rest of the school is watching but the camera never pans over to them, and even then, Terry drags Rick away from the crowds to a secluded area to explain more.

Even once they’re secluded, Rick doesn’t yell at her or is homophobic. He just says “I understand, you’re gay.” As we know, Terry is not in fact gay and she reveals this to him in a similar fashion as StM, at least it’s not flashing a whole crowd. But the thing that hits me, is the fact that it’s not used as a joke or for comedy. Throughout the film, they’ve mentioned homosexuality and being transgender, but it was used as a light-hearted joke (nothing insulting or derogatory). In this moment, it’s not a joke, and it’s the bare minimum for a emotional scene like this, but it always hits me.

Of course, Rick gets justifiably mad that he’s been deceived and he storms off. Terry’s flaw catches up to her here, as she kisses him in front of the prom guests, stubborn to make him realize how much she cares. ( I didn’t agree with this action to be frank, I cringed ). The crowd gasps and it’s the usual reaction to a homosexual kiss and Rick just pulls back, says “It’s alright everyone, he’s got tits,” and leaves with Deborah.

In true romantic comedy fashion, life moves on. Terry gets the job at the Sun-Tribune after writing her article about posing as a guy and everyone who was longing for love in the beginning has found it, except Terry. The ending, however, is Rick coming back for her after a couple (days? Weeks? Idk all I know is it’s summer by the time he comes back, how much space between prom and summer?) and they kiss, go on a date and all is good.

Now after writing this long ass post, I’ve come to realize the main reason I like this film. Sure, Terry is a good character (not morally sometimes, but she’s interesting to watch), the way women are presented also is good, but my main source of affection for this film (in comparison to StM) is the way they handle the switching of genders. I’m gender fluid, I don’t always like being a woman or a man, I switch almost daily and half the time can’t decide if I want to grow out my hair or cut it. Seeing Terry, originally a woman, manage to convince people she was a guy made me wish I could do it too. It made me realize, I don’t always like being a woman. I want to be a guy sometimes, and I want that to be accepted. It was media like this, like Ouran High School Host Club, like Bare: A Pop Opera, that made me understand my gender and sexuality. (Even media that didn’t have any relation to LGBTQ+ helped).

When I first heard of “She’s the Man”, I had hoped it would be like these pieces of media. And it wasn’t. It was an alright film, but made me feel disappointed and somewhat let down. And that’s why I just prefer Just One of the Guys. Maybe it wouldn’t float in today’s political climate, maybe I’m wrong for seeing these points as reasons it’s one of my favorites, but its still better than StM and is one of my favourite films.

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jlalafics · 4 years ago

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“Operator”-an Everlark Ficlet

For @mrspeetamellark, who wanted “Peeta’s dirty filthy sex talk”. Enjoy!

Katniss couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Delly had convinced her that this would broaden her horizons.

Apparently, that’s what she needed after a dumping such as hers.

Her year-long relationship with Cato had ended with a bitter fight and him telling her that she was bore in the bedroom. Then, he promptly informed her that he was moving out of their apartment to shack up with Clove, a little beast of a woman who had clawed her way up into Cato’s penis.

That was fine. The relationship had been going downhill months ago.

However, this was kind of a new low for her.

She went to the mirror in the corner of her bedroom, looking at her reflection and wondering if the black nightie was necessary.

Then, pouring a glass of wine from the bottle on her bedside table, Katniss pulled out a card with the scantily clad man on it and dialed the number.

It rang a twice.

She told herself she would hang up on the third, when someone suddenly picked up the line.

“Hello?” came a smooth, deep voice.

“Hi,” she croaked out nervously. “This is stupid.”

The man on the phone chuckled. “I hope not. It’s how I make a living.”

“Oh hell—I’m sorry!” Katniss slap her palm to her forehead. “I’ve never done this before, but my friend suggested it as a way to help me discover ‘my sexual goddess’—whatever the fuck that means.”

“Sounds like you’ve been going through something,” the man replied. “Want to tell me about it?”

“I’ve been living with my ex for a year and he just dumped me for a girl who will let him put it anywhere he wants.”

“Ouch. Sounds like a real charmer.”

“You bet,” she responded wryly. “I’m not too sad about it. I’m more insulted that he thought I was boring in bed. I mean, I would’ve let him put it anywhere, but some foreplay would’ve been nice. Also, being completely silent while I’m pulling out the big guns didn’t help.”

“Some guys expect women to just automatically go for anything,” the man said. “But I find that, in healthy sexual relationships, there has to be an equal amount of give and take.”

“Exactly!” Katniss took a sip from her glass and sat back against the pillows of her bed. “You seem like a decent person. Why are you working on a phone sex line?”

“Because I enjoy it,” he told her simply. “Also, this is just an evening job.”

“So, it’s like a stripper at night and paralegal by day kind of thing,” she replied.

The man chuckled. “Kind of. I have a pretty standard office job.”

“Me, too.” Katniss took another sip, her nerves beginning to relax. “So, how do we do this?”

“Let’s start with your name,” he told her.

“Katniss.”

“Katniss,” he repeated.

His voice tightened at the last bit of her name and she straightened at the change of tone.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s just a very different name,” the man said. “But very pretty. I think I’m going to like saying it into your ear as you come.”

Her nipples immediately tightened at his words. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” He laughed roughly. “What pretty little thing are you wearing for me?”

“I knew you were going to ask that, at some point.” Katniss fingered the strap of her nightie. “I’m wearing a black nightie with lace along the top.”

“Sounds lovely,” the man replied. “Tell me; do you feel uncomfortable taking instructions?”

“Depends.” She smiled into receiver. “What are you going to tell me to do?”

“Give me a name,” he told her. “A name that means something to you. A name that turns you on. But I don’t want you to say it until you come.”

“Alright,” she agreed.

There was only one name that Katniss wanted to say.

He, however, was unattainable.

“Close your eyes.” His voice was low, and the timbre instantly electrified her…down there. “I can tell that you’re analyzing every single part of this call…what I must be thinking about you…what I look like—am I right?”

Katniss giggled. “Exactly.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I closed them.”

“I think that you’re a brave woman who’s taking control of her sexual life.” The man breathed against the receiver and Katniss shivered imagining his warm breath against her ear. “I’m blond, average height, with blue eyes. Imagine me in your mind.”

Katniss took a deep breath, the image of a man forming in her head. She saw him, undoing her favorite red tie, removing his black loafers, before lying next to her.

“I’m playing with the strap of your gown, Katniss…what were you doing before I came home?”

“Drinking wine…imagining what we would be doing once you got home,” she stuttered out. “I’m not good at this.”

“You were doing beautifully,” he assured her. “The tone of your voice…low…grounded…I bet you growl when you’re turned on…and I'd love to make you growl…”

Katniss felt the gush as her core pulsed at his words. She had foregone underwear and could see her arousal gleaming on her inner thighs.

“While you were waiting for me, did you touch yourself?”

Her fingers traced along the opening of her gown. “Yes…”

“Oh fuck—” He groaned into the receiver and the sound traveled straight to her cunt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Just thinking about coming home to you made me hard—” There was a grunt on her speaker, and she gasped at the image of him, cock straining through the zipper of his pants. “I had to close the door to my office and stroke myself to the thought of you…”

Katniss mewled into the phone, her hand traveling down between her legs as the other massaged her breast.

“God…”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rumbled on the line. “I’m kneeling in front of you, open your cunt for me—”

“What?”

“Take those pretty little fingers of yours and use them to spread your labia, Katniss. I want to see that lovely hole…the one that I’m going to stick my fingers…then my tongue…and finally my cock—”

Behind her eyes, Katniss imagined this mystery man kneeling before her and using her index and middle finger, spread her outer lips apart to his hungry eyes.

“Mmmm…more…” She groaned into the phone. “I want more…please…”

“I got you—” Katniss could hear shifting and wondered if she was actually turning this stranger on. “You’re so wet for me, Katniss. I bet you taste delicious...go on…taste yourself.”

Losing herself in his voice, she lifted her hand to her mouth and stuck her fingers in her mouth.

“I can hear you sucking on your fingers.” He sounded desperate. “What do you taste like?”

She moved her fingers from her lips. “Light…but musky…”

The man moaned into the receiver. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” she growled. “I need you inside me.”

Her fingers went back to drenched core, moving along her inner lips, and dancing along her entrance.

“Undo my belt,” he commanded. “I can’t wait anymore, Katniss. I want you to pull out my cock. I want you to rub your cunt against my pants so every time I wear them, I can remember my dick ramming into that soaked hole of yours—fuck!”

Katniss took her fingers, plunging them straight into her core. “UH!” She lost herself in the motion, her hips jerking as she fucked herself—or in her mind, he fucked her—into oblivion. “I’m going to come…”

“Me too, baby,” he moaned. “Touch your clit, make yourself come for me, Katniss…”

Her hand went to her pearl, circling the peaked nerve, and she felt the crest of her climax in sight.

“Don’t forget…” he demanded. “Say my name…say my name when you come—”

Her whole body arched, tensing, before she crashed, and her hips bucked as the white-hot pleasure blinded her.

“FUCK—PEETA!”

She could hear his ragged breaths as her hips landed back on her mattress.

“Oh God…that was amazing.”

“You are amazing,” he breathed, almost tenderly.

“Thank you,” she whispered into the phone. “I thought that maybe my ex was right—that I was a horrible lay. But it wasn’t me. He just never inspired me…or made me want…you did.”

“Katniss?”

Her eyes opened slowly. “Yes?”

“It’s me—” He took a deep breath. “Peeta.”

She snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Today is your 25th birthday.” Katniss shot up at his words. “Your office gave you a cake—chocolate with strawberries on top and almonds sprinkled on the sides, along with a bottle of wine.” Her eyes went to the open bottle of pinot. “My office is right across from yours—and I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.”

“Peeta…” Her eyes filled. “Two years?”

“Two years,” he confirmed. “Delly told me that you and Cato broke up. I had to take a chance even if it was this.”

“Do you actually work as a phone sex operator?”

“No,” he replied. “Delly made that flier.”

“Damn her and her graphic skills,” she muttered.

“Do you hate me? For lying to you?” Peeta asked carefully. “If you ended up not calling, I was going to ask you out on Monday, but I understand if you never want to speak to me—”

“Peeta.” He stopped. “Would you really do all the things you said over the phone?”

“Fuck yes.”

Katniss laid back against her pillows. She didn’t want to wait till Monday to see him.

So, she told him her address.

FIN.

#Everlark #Everlark Fanfiction #Rated E #request #unedited

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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driver’s license

cause you said forever, now I drive alone passed your street [au where suna is a doctor specialized in memory removal and his last patient of the day is his ex]

pairing: suna rintarou + fem!reader genre: pain, angst, doctor!suna + patient!reader tags//warning: medical procedure of mind erasing, slight suicide ideation, alcohol abuse note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. the songs made me brawled i had to write something about it and i just so happened to finish haikyuu

“it’s odd,” he looked up from the computer screen, osamu approached him pointing to the screen, the last name listed in the appointment schedule under dr suna rintarou. please don’t say it please don’t say anything, he begged silently in his head. “she kinda has her name. haven’t heard her name in ages,” osamu shrugged, grabbing his next patient’s files, “want to get lunch later?” the doctor popped in another stick of gum, leaving before suna could even said a word.

funny that osamu said that. that is his girlfriend. he moved the cursor and clicked at the name. the birthplace, the date, her eye colour, the address and her number; it matches everything he ever memorized of her. except they are no longer together. it has been a month since their breakup.

she’s an architect. not by choice but she likes art. she’s talented and had once held an art show during school’s open day where they met. she didn’t draw him until they started dating, but she had known some of his close friends who was the subject of her drawings. her parents disproved of her ambitious and to compromise, she agreed to take architectural instead. she stopped drawing completely and suna was the only person in japan that has the largest collection of her paintings stuffed in boxes and behind shelves.

suna rintarou has been a doctor in inarizaki institute for 5 years now. inarizaki institute was different from others. it was the only medical institution that had successfully developed a procedure to remove unwanted memories. he’s one of the qualified doctors for said procedure. he had done the procedure multiple times now, even on his former high school friends and families but never his own girlfriend.

is it him she’s removing from her memories?

he didn’t remember how they broke up. maybe it’s because he was too busy. maybe it’s because she had fallen out of love with him. maybe they just couldn’t stand being in each other’s spaces, but it happened so quickly. she moved out from their apartment, returned when he left to clear out her stuff and he just threw himself back to work.

he did remember how they met. she was the miya brothers’ neighbor. one night when he came to visit them during semester break years ago, they were in their parents’ car with a girl. suna felt like he had recognized but couldn’t think of where or when. “oi, suna,” the window rolled down and asamu called him over, “come in!” despite being weirded out, he entered the back door of the car. “we are teaching our friend how to drive; can you believe it? she’s in our university and can’t drive to save a life.”

“shut the fuck up, atsumu or i’ll run you over,” she muttered angrily as she moved the driving gear.

suna saw the stick going down to reverse instead down further and he immediately reached for her hand. the girl startled at the stranger’s sudden touch. “what the fuck are you d-doing?” she choked up.

“you’re going to reverse into the wall,” he muttered bluntly, pouting his mouth to the gear. grabbing the stick through her hand, he pulled the gear into drive before letting her hand go. the light from the post shined in and he could see red flush on her face as she nodded, “oh okay, yeah d,” she muttered to herself. she started driving. she wasn’t exactly bad; she just needed a lot of practice.

so he came over every day of his semester break and accompanied them as she practiced her driving.

“i can drive you home?” she offered on the last night of his break before he returned to school.

“you don’t have too.”

“i insisted,” to which suna agreed and she glanced back at the miya brothers, “get the fuck out.” despite their disgruntlement and the it’s my mum’s car argument, she managed to kick them out. it was just two of them together. “so, i know we went to same high school and university. how come we have never crossed path before?” she questioned as she took her first turn. she memorized the roads to his home. suna shrugged as he fidgeted with the corner of the jacket’s zipper, “i played volleyball in high school.”

she chuckled, “i’ve never watched any sport matches in high school, sorry. anyway, i’m a last year architectural student by the way. are you taking the same course as osamu?” she glanced at him with a smile. his heart skipped a beat. “y-yeah. i’m in my 5th year of medical.”

“why not volleyball player?”

“i got bored.”

she let a soft exhale and shrugged, “fair enough. i took architectural to please my mother so i’m in no position to give any advice.” she slowed down in front of his house before pulling into a full stop. she pulled into parking and pulled the hand brake. she smiled and fist pumped herself, “did you see that? perfect stop!” suna didn’t expect what was going to happen next. he watched out of control as his arm reached out for her face and pulling her close. what he remembered being in control was asking her boldly whether he could kiss her.

her eyes sparkled and she smiled so widely, “yes.”

so, he did.

she moved into his apartment at the end of his graduation. she didn’t get any job for the first few months while he entered inarizaki institute as medical officer. she took commissions online and waited tables while going to a couple of interviews. he saw a decline in her motivation. when suna returned one night, he found her behind the sofa, drunk out of her mind. what spooked him wasn’t the bottles of whiskey on the floor but the stainless-steel paint scrapper she stabbed the canvas with. she could’ve hurt herself. but, putting her into therapy and pulling strings with some of her friends, she recovered, and he got her an interview. suna watched as she dreadfully shoved her portfolios and files into her bag.

“you’ll be alright,” he reassured, bringing her a cup of coffee. she sighed and pushed her bangs back, “i don’t know, rin. i just don’t feel like getting another rejection after another and then i’ll just spiral into a-” he stopped her rambling with a kiss. he tasted like coffee; she tasted like their toothpaste. every time she tried to pull away, he pulled her back into the kiss and she could feel him laughing against her lips. “this is going to turn into something else,” she whispered between the kiss and he nodded. he was half aroused. she drank the coffee and kissed him one last time. he felt her fingers slipped from his grip. she stood by the door and waved back.

“see you?” she beamed.

“always.”

suna snapped out of his own memory when an alarm blared out. he looked up past the nurses’ counter and saw a patient being pushed out of room B by a couple of nurses. he knew what goes on in that room; he helped in perfecting the procedure. osamu followed soon. he tugged the blue gloves off and shoved them into the yellow bin. “you would not believe who I met in the waiting room?” by the look of his face, osamu already got the feeling that suna already knew. osamu flipped his file and pulled out a pen. he signed the bottom of the pages and dumping it in the completed pile. “did she tell you?” suna asked.

“about?” the other doctor asked.

“the memories she’s erasing. did she tell you?”

osamu shook his head and pocketed his hand in the white coat. “she asked about you. whether you’re around. i said yeah, he’s on call and she just smiled.” suna stood up and grabbed the file. he felt conflicted. osamu stopped the man before he could enter the room. “look man, I’m sorry about whatever happen between you guys and I’m in no position to judge at all.”

suna shrugged and smiled, “it’s fine. we were just ruining each other.” the other man nodded understandingly before excusing himself. suna wanted to move but his feet felt heavy. he was glued down. room B was just a few feet away, but he couldn’t move. this is it. the end of them.

he forced himself into the room. standing in front of the panels and monitor, separating him and her was a one-way mirror. she sat on the seat, talking to the nurses in charge. his heart hurts. she had bangs now framing her face. she’s slight thinner and no longer wore the charm bracelet he gave during their first anniversary. the nurse placed a heart-beat monitor on her thumb and attached a couple more of sensors to her brain, forehead, and neck. his monitor lightened up and spitted out the information. this is it. “doctor, she’s requesting of removal of memory from 2009 up to last month,” the nurse’s words went in his ears and out. it’s of him.

all his own memories flashed through his mind.

the memories of every kisses, hugs, the late nights and the earliest of days, the coffees, the spilled paints. memories of every tear he ever wiped and for ever meals she had ever cooked. memories of all the paints of him that she had gifted to him and every night she drove down his streets. for every missed calls and unread texts. the way she touched him and the way she made him felt. he felt suffocated.

how could he ever love someone else?

“everything is accordingly. you may press the start, doctor.”

he looked at the flashing button and back to her. she was looking right at him. she might not see him, but she is looking straight at him and she looked so beautiful. a small smile appeared on her lips as her fingers fidgeted nervously. he felt tears prickling his eyes. his fingers brushed against the button and he slowly pressed it.

it took them 7 years to build this much of memories together and it took him 3 minutes to erase it clean from her mind.

she was drowsy and she had tears running down her face. the nurses rushed in after the red light disappeared and green light beamed. the alarm rang. another memory successfully. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” he heard her from the opened door. shutting off the machine, he immediately rushed out for the door, feared that he might bumped into her and lost it. he hid his shaking hands in his pocket and gritted his teeth.

“doctor?”

he stopped. the world stopped spinning and he felt lightheaded. the way she called for him didn’t change, the tone and the pronunciation were the same. it was always melodious yet painful. he turned around to see her being wheelchaired out of the room by the nurse. her eyes were slightly red, and her nose were puffy. the nurse passed her a cup of water. she smiled politely, thanking her and took the cup in her hand. she took a sip, coughing at the coldness of the water down her dried throat. it’s the side effect of the procedure.

“have we met before?” she asked, innocently.

suna shook his head and smiled weakly, “no, we haven’t.” he turned to the nurse and nodded. before the nurse could ushered her away, she called him out again.

with a smile on her face, she waved goodbye, “see you, doctor?”

“always.”

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aggressive-positivity-network · 4 years ago

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Your demo in a relationship headcanons were simply aaaaaaahhhh!*chef kiss* could we maybe have some for everyone's favorite aussie stringbean?

I absolutely love Sniper...he’s one of those characters I can just fall back on. I also just like Australian accents, especially when he speaks in a low, intimidating voice. Gets me every time. Makes me either blush or happy stim whenever I hear it.

First Date:

You find Sniper on a dating app after a particularly bad break-up.

His profile picture is of him shirtless, holding a huge gun next to him. However, instead of looking sexily into the camera, he’s looking off camera with a bewildered look on his face.

His bio says, “My friends put me up to this. Don’t expect too much. If you go on one date with me maybe they’ll shut up. Who bloody knows?”

You get curious, and you decide to start a chat with him.

“Your friends put you up to this huh? 😏”

“yeah. what of it?”

“What, are you some lonely wolf type or what?”

“you could say that.”

He was texting back almost immediately. Even if he wasn’t a lovey-dovey person, he was certainly interested.

“How would you like to get those friends off your back?”

“i’m free wednesday.”

You make plans, which, despite only seeing this as a one-night stand, you gradually get more and more excited for.

You meet Sniper at a nicer restaurant, wearing a new black dress that you hadn’t worn yet.

When you finally see him at the lobby, you realize that the picture didn’t do him justice, even thought he now had a beige suit on.

His lankiness showed a bit more, but his arms were very strong despite his frame. He was wearing sunglasses, which added an air of cool refinement.

At first you thought he was British because of his texts, but when he spoke, you knew right away he was Australian. You are far from disappointed.

You are still waiting for your table when all of a sudden, Sniper takes out a huge knife. Before you can react, he quickly slices something out of your vision and then brings it before your eyes. You had forgotten to take the tag off your dress.

“I’m flattered. I didn’t think you’d get all shinied up for me.”

You breathe out shakily and rub your neck. Sniper’s eyes furrow.

“I didn’ nick ya, did I?”

“N-no...just s-scared me...”

You thought maybe you had met up with a psycho, and all your suspicions were not put to rest yet, but the close encounter seemed to awaken something in you.

The date continues as normal. Both of you are pretty awkward at first, especially since the knife incident. But before the main meal is brought to your table, you’ve started up a conversation.

Sniper told you he was in the military, but his base is very lax with dress code and schedule.

You start telling him about your job as a graphic designer when all of a sudden a scream interrupts you mid-sentence.

There’s a guy holding a gun about eight tables from you, pointing it at the many patrons. He doesn’t seem drunk, but just enraged.

“WHAT’S A GUY GOTTA DO TO GET SOME DAMN FRIES?!”

The manager tries to talk to him, but ends up getting shot, most likely dead.

The yelling continues for about fifteen minutes. You are very uncomfortable, not to mention terrified, but Sniper seems oddly nonchalant.

Suddenly, Sniper yells, “OI! THEY’RE BRINGIN’ OUT YOUR FRIES! RIGHT THERE, MATE!”

The guy follows Sniper’s finger, and all of a sudden there’s a gunshot. But it wasn’t from the madman’s gun...it was from Sniper’s.

The guy falls over on top of the bleeding manager, writhing in agony.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Sniper grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the restaurant.

“Dishes it out but can’t take it, eh luv? C’mon, we’ll go to my place. It’s real nice.”

You get into his van, which smells like a mixture of old leather, beef jerky, and...something else. However, your terror quickly trumps your logic.

“First Time”:

Despite your fiasco of a first date, you still decide to stay at Sniper’s until it’s all blown over.

His apartment is covered wall to wall with guns, memorabilia, and sticky notes, usually with names and dates written on them.

On the far wall was a cork board filled to the brim with pictures, yarn, and Xs made in thick red Sharpie.

“If I woulda known it would go this far, I woulda tidied up the place. Sorry about that, luv.”

You brush it off, and you both sit on an old leather couch with bits of stuffing sticking out of it.

You take this as a cue to get around to what this whole date had been about: some sweet, sweet rebound. It seems awkward now that you had gone through so much - besides, you hadn’t expected to connect with Sniper the way you have...

But you still manage to spit it out.

“Er...yeah. That’s what people usually do, right? Yeah? I dunno. I’ve been off the playin’ field awhile.”

Sniper puts his hands around your neck and let’s you begin to kiss him. But it was clear after a while he wasn’t into it, so you pull away and ask if he wanted to wait another time.

“Aw, no, shiela. Look at me, lyin’ ‘ere like a dead fish...I just...I’ll try ‘arder, luv, I promise.”

You pull away completely. This had trauma written all over it, and you weren’t about to force someone into it...you were better than your ex.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

You asked him what was wrong, and why he was being so passive about what was happening to him. Why didn’t he say anything? Do anything?

Sniper sighed, pulling his hat way down in front of his face.

“I like girls, don’t get me wrong. It isn’t that. But I never felt...that way about ‘em. Or anybody else, honestly. I tried it once in college...I just ended up feelin’ sick. Tried it with another girl, then another, then another. I even tried with my guy roommate. But I always ended up feelin’ like I was gonna puke. Sometimes I did. It just never felt right. It wasn’t magical, it was bloody disgusting.”

“But every girl I’ve ever been with expected it, and to keep ‘em, I ‘ad to do what they wanted. Sometimes I’d just lie there, tryin’ not to vomit, trying to at least move a little, act like I was into it. They said they’d change my mind, that this time would be different. At the end of the day, it never was, and I lost ‘em. And now I’m gonna lose you too, ‘n I’m gonna halfta tell the guys...they’ll never let this go...”

Back At The Base... :

Spy called the entire team into the security room to watch the entire date go down. He had placed a bug on Sniper’s suit while helping him adjust it, and now everyone was here to watch the show.

Everybody cheered when the guy was shot, though Spy made a mental note to call Miss Pauling in the morning.

The whole team, Scout especially, was excited to see some action when Sniper brought you to his apartment. Well, everyone except Medic. He stood their with his eyebrows creased. He knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Aw, c’mon Snipes, what’s the hold up?! She is so inta you!”

There wasn’t any sound, so no one exactly knew why Sniper paused for so long.

Finally, you two came back together again, but after about thirty minutes of just kissing, the other mercs got bored really fast.

Scout was especially disappointed.

“Man, this was whole thing was a bust!”

Spy shrugged. “Not quite a waste of time. Look at her. She’s smitten. I never thought I would say this, but gentlemen - we have found Sniper a suitable suitor!”

Medic, eyes wide, kept his Sniper’s medical history too himself - not for HIPAA, but for the drama of it all. He wanted to see how this would play out.

Love At First Shot:

On a casual date at his place, Sniper catches you admiring one of his weapons.

“That’s one’s a beaut, ain’ it? That’s one ‘a my oldest guns. She’s outta service, the old girl, but she don’t look a shot over thirty.”

He picks it up and cocks it, nodding approvingly.

“Got this offa real bloody fruit seller. The muzzle ‘ad stains all over it, rust in some places...the bloke obviously had no idea how to take care of it.”

You suddenly feel a pang in your chest.

“Oi, luv, not a fan ‘a guns?”

“No...I...it just made me remember something.”

Sniper puts down his weapon, sits on the sofa, and pats his leg.

“‘Ere. Tell me about it.”

You hesitate for a moment before shyly sitting on his knee. You’re on the smaller side, but you were still afraid you might hurt him.

“Aw, it’s alright. Put your full weight on. These babies can ‘old an Aussie an’ an AK-47.”

You giggle, letting yourself get a little more comfortable.

“Now, luv...what’s on your mind? What’s that pretty lil’ head a’ yours thinkin’?”

You sigh.

“My boyfriend...or, my ex-boyfriend...we broke up for a reason. Or, well, I dumped him. We had been dating for almost three years, and I didn’t see it coming.”

“Crazy train crashed inta the station, huh?”

“He almost did. He...he had hit me before. I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want him to get in trouble. But one night...it got really, really bad. He wasn’t even drunk. He was still in his work uniform. I stayed with a friend, and I told him it was over with a text - I was just so scared he’d find me. He knew my friends. He knew my address. And so I just wanted to find someone to protect me. It was more than just rebound...I just didn’t want to be alone. I wanted one person in my life he didn’t know so they could protect me.”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you bit them back. You didn’t feel like sobbing in front of your new boyfriend. Sniper, though, started laying down, taking you with him.

Your head was now under his chin, and you were laying all along his body. The sudden show of affection caught you off guard. You started to cry, burying your face in his chest.

Sniper wrapped his arms around you, supporting your entire weight easily.

Neither of you spoke for a good fifteen minutes, except for Sniper saying an occasional, “Aw, sweetheart...”

Finally, you calmed down, feeling safe in your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Y’know, luv...”

Sniper hesitated.

“I...could teach ya how to shoot. If it’ll make ya feel safe.”

You sniffle and look up.

“I know ya probably want some big, strong man to protect ya, an’ I will. God, if anybody even touches a bloody ‘air on your ‘ead, I’ll kill ‘em. But I wan’ you to go to the movies, or the store, or just ‘ave a nice walk an’ not be lookin’ over your shoulder. I wan’ ya to enjoy your life, luv.”

“I...I can’t shoot a gun...”

“Why not?”

“I can’t...aim or shoot...I don’t think I’ve even held a gun before...”

“Well, we can fix that! ‘Ere...”

Sniper leans over and picks up his old gun again, laying it in your hands. It’s a bit heavier than you expected.

You run your hands over the muzzle and barrel, not even daring to touch the trigger.

Sniper puts his hands over yours and guides them over the gun, giving you more confidence about handling the weapon.

“A gun is like...like a dog. You train it right, an’ you train yourself, you’ll be fine. You’re no kid, so you know ‘ow dangerous these can be. But fear doesn’t shoot the bullet. Fear doesn’ aim for ya.”

Every time you went to his apartment, he would do this. Sometimes you two would be talking, and he would nonchalantly hand you the gun, which, after a while, you took without thought.

Now it was time to take you to the range.

He gave you that old gun to use as practice, but promised a newer, more compact gun when you had gotten the hang of shooting.

Hands on your shoulders, hands over yours, he taught you how to target a person’s more sensitive areas.

Over the next few months, you grew better and better at hitting your mark. You weren’t perfect, but you could definitely defend yourself.

One night, Sniper went to go get you both Chinese food, and you were hanging out at your apartment.

You heard a knock on your window. You ignore it, thinking a bird had flown into it by accident. However, as the knocking grew louder and more insistent, you lift your head, startled.

It was your ex-boyfriend.

He was in a suit, but his face wasn’t nearly as neat. His eyes were red and wide, and his hair was messy.

He had walked up the fire escape to your balcony, and was leaning against the rail, relaxed.

You stayed inside, but you knew that the door was unlocked - he could come in any time he wanted. And he knew this.

He spoke, and you could hear him through the glass.

“Still single. Just like I thought.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

“I came back because I was worried. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you...I thought maybe something had happened. You were so depressed when you left. I couldn’t help but think that maybe...well, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here, and I am more than willing to be with you again. I think we both have cooled off, right? We’ve had some time apart, and now we’ve realized we’re madly in love with each other and can’t be apart for another minute...”

“I have a new boyfriend!”

You blurted it out so suddenly you even surprised yourself. But your ex was unmoved.

“Oh, right. Sure. How much are you paying him, this boyfriend of yours? Do you have to pay extra for sex, or do you have a pity discount?”

“He...he’ll come back...and...”

You looked beside you. Your gun was laying on the floor beside you. Sniper had just taken you to the range, and you hadn’t had enough time to put it away.

You remembered what he said...

“I wan’ ya to enjoy your life, luv.”

You put your hand around the gun, grasping it tightly.

You swallow.

“Come back and what?” your ex jeered. “What’s your new boyfriend going to do? Beat me up?”

You are still trying to make your decision when you hear the glass door open.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, angel. I want to see your beautiful face.”

You whip around, the gun in your hand. Your ex immediately recoils, his hands flinging up.

“Woah woah woah...!”

“Please. Leave.”

Your voice is hoarse, but you try to sound as firm as possible.

“Even if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I would never get back with you. Ever. You...you made me feel so helpless, scared, alone...I can’t feel that way forever. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I want you to leave and never come back. Please. Just leave me alone.”

Your ex smirks, albeit shakily. “You can’t shoot that. You’ve never touched a gun in your life.”

“My boyfriend wanted me to be safe. He wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to be able to deal with creeps like you.”

You get up, gun still in hand, and your ex backs away.

“He did more than you ever did.”

“What, so you’re just going to shoot me? End up on the six o’clock news?”

“No. I won’t. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want you to leave. For good.”

“I bet that thing isn’t even loaded.”

You show him a half-full magazine and point to the fire escape.

“Like you know how to -!”

You quickly turn to a picture of a seaside landscape, shakily aim, and manage to shoot it, shattering the frame to pieces.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex practically runs out, yelling that he was calling the police.

Sniper comes back a few minutes later, and when he asks you what the hell happened, you start telling him between trembling breaths what had occurred.

Sniper turned bright red and tipped his hat down.

“That bloody wanker...fruit sellin’...”

He starts to walk towards the fire escape, but you stop him.

“I scared him off, please don’t...he said he was going to call the police...”

Sniper took a few deep breaths, calming down.

“We’ve got th’ best lawyers in the country. I’d like to see ‘im try.”

The police was never called - you think it was probably a pride thing, since you had overpowered him so easily - but you weren’t sure you had seen the last of him.

But with your own experience and Sniper’s, you had some piece of mind.

However, you were soon going to find out that Sniper had more power on his side than you thought...

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Long time, no headcanon! Well, good headcanons, anyway. I rushed my last post, so I tried to go all out with this one. I might write a second part when headcanons are open again, but I think I prefer leaving some things up to the imagination, hm?

Anyway, more headcanons on the way! Same bat time, same bat channel! The next one is about siblings, though I may post shorter headcanons before that, since it’s such a fun idea to write.

#tf2 #tf2 fandom #tf2 ask blog #tf2 headcanon #tf2 headcanons #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper

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atsukashii · 4 years ago

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❝chance encounter❞ // k. takami

SYNOPSIS: ➛ bickering with Japans number 2 hero about ice cream flavours in a supermarket wasn’t how you expected to spend your Friday night

» CHARACTER PAIRING: keigo takami/hawks x reader

» WORD COUNT: 2.9K

» GENRE: normal?

» WARNINGS: swearing & fluff and just crack really

« masterlist || ao3 »

You had been craving mint chocolate ice cream literally all day. But then again, craving anything with exceedingly high levels of sugar and crap-loads of chocolate wasn’t anything new recently. In times like these, owning your own bakery was both the best decision you’ve ever made, and a huge mistake. Considering you had been up since three am baking away in the kitchen of your cafe and had snacked on basically one of every sweet thing that came out of the oven and anything you had in the display cabinet, if you kept this up you’d have to get a gym membership. But right now, you wanted mint chocolate ice cream. You look down at your stomach and for a moment, the thought of eating healthily crosses your mind. The thought is, however, instantly pushed out by the idea of you, on your couch, in your pj’s, with a pint of mint chocolate ice-cream, watching TV and de-stressing about the absolutely crappy day you had. That sounds way better.

Walking straight down the candy aisle of the supermarket, you don't even bother glancing at your basket as you toss in chocolates, chips, soft drinks, and any unhealthy food you can physically get your hands on. Out of the corner of your eye, you see an old lady coming towards you with a trolley, who looks up from her list, and eyes your basket with disdain.

Cut me some slack, you want to snap at her, I’m heartbroken and pissed off!

You ignore the dirty look she gives you, and snatch a bottle of Coke off the shelf. You were very much aware that you currently looked like you had been digging through garbage all day. Your clothes - even though you wore an apron - no doubt have flour on them, your hair looks like a rat made its home on your head, and your eyes dry and itchy from crying. You knew you looked like a mess, you have just surpassed the threshold of actually caring about your appearance. Like your ex didn’t care about showing up at your shop with his new thing after dumping me only two weeks ago…

The second your friend and co-owner of the cafe saw him in the store, they kicked him out, wielding the broom like a weapon. You had wished that they smacked him in the face with it, but fearing assault charges - they didn’t. He didn’t leave however, until after he had flaunted his new relationship in your face. You had thankfully moved on past the whole, ‘why’ stage of the breakup, and came to the conclusion it was purely because he was a trash human being. However, to say that it didn’t hurt seeing him holding another girl’s hand and acting like he used to do with you, with someone else - well that would be a lie. It had been two weeks after all, and considering you had been together for two years - it felt as if those 24 months had meant nothing to him.

So now, you wanted to drown your pain in chocolates, and mint chocolate ice cream and no one was going to stand in your way.

You walk over to the freezer section of the store with confidence in your step, suddenly excited to get home and start bingeing the romance section on Netflix. That enthusiasm quickly dies as you reach for the handle of the freezer, your eyes locking onto the empty row where your favorite ice cream flavor always sat. You’re joking… You blinked at the glass as if trying to force the food into being before you.

There. Is. None. Left.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now,” you groan. Of all days for there to be a shortage, it had to be today. You look down at your basket of Oreos, pocky’s, soft drink, chips, and everything else you had craved the second you saw it on the shelves. I’d trade it all for ice cream though… Resting your head on the cold glass of the freezer, you let out a groan of frustration. This was just the topping to an already crappy day. It was ironic when people say not to cry over spilled milk - and here you were wanting to cry over ice cream.

“Tough day?” A voice startles you away from the fridge. Following the sound, your head snaps to your left where your eyes immediately meet a golden pair that have your lungs spluttering and frantically, trying to figure out how the heck to breathe. Okay, he’s attractive. Like really attractive. His golden eyes are practically glowing at you with amusement, his hair looking like liquid gold - and super soft. You kinda want to touch it. In washed-out black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket stopping the cold from the open freezers, he looks too attractive to be real. But then your eyes lock onto the red wings, peeking from behind his shoulders and you know who he is in an instant. The question though, was why the heck the number two pro hero Hawks was even currently talking to you right now. Realizing you hadn’t answered him yet, and instead, were just checking him out instead for god knows how long, you clear your throat and reply.

“Tough week.” You correct, pulling yourself together before looking down at your basket again, hoping it doesn’t look as pathetic as the rest of you. “And to top it off, there’s none of my favourite ice cream left.” Letting out a groan, you shift on your feet. You don’t know why you just said that maybe you didn’t want the attractive blonde hero to go just yet.

With an over-dramatic wince, Hawks leans his shoulder against the glass, as chilled out as the food inside the freezer. “Ouch, I know that feeling. That’s true betrayal,” he says, his eyes playful. It brings a small smile to your lips, and he takes that as an opportunity to stick out his hand to you. “Keigo Takami,” Hawks introduces himself as if you didn’t know who he was. Maybe he doesn’t think you would know… With a friendly smile and butterflies flying frantically inside your stomach, you shake his hand.

“Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to meet you,” you reply, trying not to think about how big his hand is compared to your own. God, was there flour on your hands right now? You prayed you had managed to wash it all off fully and that you didn’t suddenly look as run-down as you thought you did. Quickly -but not too fast to make him think you didn’t want to touch him- you drop the handshake and wipe your hands as inconspicuously as you can, on your jeans.

“Beautiful name,” he glances at the empty ice-cream shelf. “But a girl with questionable choices in ice cream flavours.” You gape at Keigo in utter shock. Oh, he did not just say that.

“You did not just say that.” You repeat out loud.

“I’m afraid so.” He answers, one hand in his pocket the other holding his basket, and a care-free smile covering his lips. “Who likes mint choc anyways?” For a moment you sputter for a response at this blatant ridicule against the best ice-cream flavour to ever exist. You will happily fight anyone on that, including the number two pro hero in Japan.

“Intelligent people, that’s who.” You argue back. “I bet you’re the kind of person whose favourite is vanilla.” His golden eyebrows shoot up at your words.

“What’s wrong with good old fashioned vanilla Y/n?” Your name slips off his tongue like pure honey and it would normally send shivers down your spine. No, you will not look past this obvious disrespect against your ice cream preferences, not even for hot guys. No, you will not.

“It’s the most boring flavour to ever exist.”

“And mint choc isn’t?” He asks like it's a loaded question. Shaking your head at both his uneducated taste buds and this whole conversation, it begins to dawn on you that you’re smiling. When was the last time you smiled a lot recently? You question yourself, trying to wind back through your hazy memories of the past two weeks - and coming up with nothing.

“Mint chocolate is the best. You should tell your taste buds that what the ice-cream they think they enjoy is crappy ice-cream.” and Hawks is grinning at you, it’s a smile that is contagious, and has your own growing bigger with every passing word.

“I’ll be sure to let them know.” God this whole conversation was one of the weirdest you had ever had in your life. And the fact that you had it with a pro hero, and Hawks for that matter...that just made it thirty times more strange. Looking back to the freezer, you decide you still want ice cream and settle for strawberry and cream, which earns a look from hawks as you put it in your basket.

“Shut up,” you defend, fake glaring at the blonde. Holding his hands up feigning innocence, Keigo shrugs at you.

“I didn’t say anything sweet-cheeks.” Your cheeks in question flush hotly at the term, and you quickly fiddle with the handle of your basket, giving you something to do so you don’t stand there looking like a complete idiot at his blatant flirting.

“But if you’re going to question my taste buds, then yours must be just as bad. Because last time I checked, Wagon Wheels were still way better than Oreo's.” His eyes meet yours, delight swirling inside his liquid golden irises and you can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out your lips, shaking your head slightly.

“Okay, you’re definitely crazy.”

“Only a little bit,” Keigo smirks before his smile falls at the contents of your basket. You square your shoulders, knowing that there’s a chance that he might give you shit for its contents like that old lady from before. But the words that do come from his mouth surprise you.

“Was that the last KitKat?” Immediately, you look at the red packaging of the chocolate block inside your basket, and then back to the pro hero who is now gazing at it like it's made of diamonds. Hawks look’s like you imagine you had when you’d grabbed it off the shelf, seeing that it was the last one and deciding that it had to be some sort of sign that things were looking up for you. That was, of course, before you had seen the travesty of the empty mint chocolate shelf of the supermarket freezer.

“I’ll trade you.” Keigo suddenly says, making you eye the man. “I’ll trade you the KitKat for this,” he finishes, reaching into his basket and… pulls out a fucking tub of choc mint ice cream. Are you kidding me??

“You’re joking.” Staring at him, at the sheepish smile across his face, you shake your head.

“Afraid not.” He tilts his head at you. “That is unless you don’t want it…” going to lower the tub back into his basket, a noise comes out of your throat that has him smirking again. Embarrassment flooding your features, you shift slightly and glare at the hero.

“I thought you didn’t like that flavour?” You point out, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

“Oh no I do - it's one of my favourites. I just needed a reason to keep on talking to you,” Keigo admits unashamedly as you feel your cheeks warm again. If I was ever questioning if he was hitting on me…

“Oh,” is all you can manage to get out before your brain begins to catch up with the world again. “Well, in that case, I’ll trade.” Agreeing, you pass him the chocolate block and he gives you the tub of ice cream, your hand brushes him and you try not to act like a crazy person about how attracted to him you are.

“Thank you,” you try to say but it comes out as a slight whisper. His mouth morphs into a cocky smile, which just makes you flush even more.

“No, thank you y/n” he says, shaking the Kit-kat for emphasis in his hand. “They’re the best chocolate to ever exist.”

“Finally we agree on something,” You laugh, finally turning you back on the freezer and begin to walk backward, away from the hero. When he notices you moving from him, with every step away from that you make, he takes one forward, following you through the store.

“No, we agreed on the ice-cream too,” he beams.

“That’s right because really, you were just being an ass and hiding that fact from me.” You sass back, spinning around so you can see where you’re going.

“In order to keep talking to you, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.” He says, hurrying forward until you are walking side by side down a different aisle, moving slowly towards the checkout. Your footsteps are both slow and leisurely as if neither of you wants to reach the check out just yet. “But it worked, didn’t it? So I’d say it was worth your glare.” You turn that ‘glare’ back on him and raise an eyebrow at his antics.

“You could have said something else you know.”

“Such as?” He asks, genuinely curious. You weren’t an intimidating person, so you weren’t sure as to why a guy such as Hawks would be wary of approaching you. Especially when the reality is that those roles are definitely reversed. Was your resting bitch face that bad?

“You could have said, ‘Hey, I think you’re cute. Can I have your number?” Rolling his eyes at your words, disbelievingly.

“You’re telling me that line would work on someone like you?” Unsure if that was a compliment or not, you stop in the middle of the aisle causing him to stop next to you. You look into his eyes, trying to judge where his mind is but he’s hard to read. The only thing you knew, was that his smile seemed genuine and very amused by you. That was good enough for you.

“Try me.” You test, confidence coming up from who knows where. With raised eyebrows and calling your bluff, Hawks smirks at you.

“Hey y/n, I know we just met but I think you’re really cute. Can I have your number?” He teases.

“Sure.” Keigo blinks at you for a moment, then two - as if he can’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. First, it comes out slowly, then all at once, the corners of his mouth pull up into a dazzling smile, and a deep laugh rumbles from his chest. It’s the smile though, and the happiness that seeps from him that has your head feeling dizzy. A small smile cracks across your face as you begin to rattle off your number. Keigo scrambles for his phone and quickly types it in, not missing a beat for a second. One he slips it back into his back pocket, you move your basket to your other arm and walk away from the hero. Only looking over your shoulder when you’re a few feet away.

“It was nice to meet you Hawks.” Keigo runs a hand through his blonde hair, a delighted chuckle slipping past his lips that has you grinning. He had so underestimated you.

“You’re going to keep me on my toes aren’t you?”

“Oh, you bet bird boy.” You say, turning away from him and walking to the checkout. Today might not be that bad after all, you think as the older lady scans your items and bags them. It’s only then that you realize again that the whole time you had been talking to Keigo, your crappy day had been forgotten and you had actually laughed. The entire thing, he did because he noticed you frazzled and looking down. Your respect for the hero grew, and it took everything in you to not turn around to where you knew he was now standing a few people behind you in the line. Instead, you left the store, the smile not moving from your face. You don’t even make it a few feet from the glass automatic doors of the supermarket before your phone pings, vibrating in your jacket pocket. Reaching inside you look at the new text, immediately knowing who it’s from.

From Unknown: Want to go get dinner with me sometime this week? - the KitKat fiend.

You giggle at the way he ends it, and quickly tap out a response.

As long as it’s not seafood I’m there. You reply, before you turn around, looking through the glass windows and finding his golden hair quickly. In the midst of a conversation with the store clerk, he suddenly reaches for his pocket and grabs his phone with furrowed brows. Suddenly, a beautiful, bright smile that even has the shop lady hesitating with her scanning just to witness it, stretches across his face. Keigo quickly fiddles with his phone before putting it away and turning his attention to the blushing woman behind the counter. Looks like he has that effect on everyone. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

To bird-boy: It's a date.

Who would have thought a small chance encounter with the number two hero where you bicker over ice cream would change your life in such a monumental way.

#hawks fluff #keigo takami #takami keigo #bnha takami keigo #mha hawks #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami fluff #takami keigho fluff #lolsplaysbingo

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nanoland · 3 years ago

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new chapter (lucifer fic)

(earlier parts are here; whole thing is here)

Ponder on the Narrow House, part 3

Mazikeen + Eve + Michael, gen fic (for now), warning for gun violence

Along the California coastline, the cruise ship Illustrious Voyager bore four thousand three hundred and ten passengers, one thousand two hundred and ninety-six crewmembers, and two guide dogs.

Five thousand six hundred and eight souls, in total.

At around 4pm, without anyone noticing, that number became five thousand six hundred and nine.

Hands clasped behind her back, Eve strolled down the promenade, admiring the vessel’s size and beauty. This fresh new millennium’s wealth astonished her. Sickened, sometimes. Entranced, sometimes. But always astonished.

Back in the garden, they’d slept on and under rocks. When it rained, they got wet. When large animals came by, they hid. No weapons. No shelter. No blankets. The only resource they’d had in abundance was food. Good grief – so much food. God had been so proud of all the different fruits and nuts and mushrooms he’d made available to them, and Adam had been so grateful. Eve supposed she had been, too.

It hadn’t stopped her from one day approaching her husband and the plump rabbits resting in his lap – two of several dozen pets – and asking if he didn’t think the cold nights would be much more endurable if they each had a warm pair of fur slippers.

Then she’d met Lucifer. Fallen in love. Bitten the apple. Learned how powerful he and his Father truly were. That was when the real questions, the sticky, prickly questions, had come bubbling up.

If Lucifer has such a vast family, with so many siblings, why can’t I have even one? she’d asked the sky. Why is Adam all I get?

And later: If You can simply bring people into existence, why must I scream and bleed and shit myself in order to have children? Am I doing it wrong? Is there another way? If there isn’t, why not?

And later: Why is nothing fair?

And, most recently, after meeting Mazikeen: Why isn’t everything at least equally unfair? Why do humans get a world of options while Maze and her family are expected to serve angels from birth to death? Why isn’t Maze allowed into Heaven, even after an eternity of loyalty and hard work?

“Sorry,” she said, flashing white teeth at a passing crewmember. “I’m trying to find a friend of mine. Can you tell me how to get to Room 835?”

Half an hour later, there was a splash and the ship’s population dropped to five thousand six hundred and seven.

Before binding his arms and legs, Eve had secured Andrew Bismarck’s lifejacket and gagged him. Furious and helpless, he bobbed alongside her as the ship moved on and Mazikeen rowed up in her inflatable raft, wearing a sunset-orange swimsuit.

“Should I be worried about those, babe?” she asked as she gripped Bismarck’s lifejacket and hauled him out of the water.

Eve smiled at the dolphin pod swimming in playful loops around her, and patted the nearest one’s nose. “No. They’re my friends.”

The inflatable wasn’t big enough for three people, so Eve held on to a friend’s dorsal fin and let him drag her back to The Choronzon.

Michael stood on the deck, looking bored. As they climbed aboard, their prisoner slung over Mazikeen’s shoulder, he drawled, “Seriously? This sad specimen’s worth two million dollars?”

“Actually, his net worth is eight hundred million,” said Mazikeen, dumping him down. “Two million is just what his ex-wife is willing and able to pay.”

Wringing out her hair, Eve added, “She took half his money in the divorce but she gave almost all of it to a chimpanzee shelter. I really like her!”

His lip curled. “How delightfully sordid. Isn’t this all a little beneath you, Ms Mazikeen? I mean, you’re a big deal in Hell. High Commander of Lucifer’s legions, head advisor to the king himself. Aren’t you worried taking jobs like this diminishes you?”

Busy handcuffing Bismarck to the railing, Mazikeen said, “Eve, honey? Do me a favour?”

“Boop!” Eve chirped, having already snuck up behind Michael, and pushed him overboard.

“I know it’s your whole gimmick,” Mazikeen called down as he splashed and spluttered, his face red with princely indignation. “And I know you don’t have a lot else going for you. But the next time you try that on me, I will stop being nice. Kapish?”

“Kapish,” he muttered.

The Choronzon had barely travelled a mile before Eve spotted Bismarck’s henchmen coming after them.

“Someone gimme details!” shouted Mazikeen, busy putting a bulletproof vest on over her bikini and opening up the box she’d told Dan contained a fishing rod, not a halberd.

Eve peered through her binoculars. “Two speedboats. Twelve guys on jet skis. Guns everywhere.”

“Heh. Awesome. Mickey – move that tight ass to the front and make like a nice juicy target.”

“Wait, what about-…” Michael began, trailing off as Mazikeen dove gracefully into the sea.

Bouncing from foot to foot, Eve shot him a grin. “Don’t look so glum, sourpuss. This is the fun part.”

She’d never spoken to Michael in Heaven, despite the millennia they’d both resided only two miles apart, her in a lakeside cottage on the outskirts of the Silver City, him in the crystal palace in its centre.

Granted, she’d not exactly had a warm and fuzzy relationship with any of Lucifer’s siblings. They all knew what had happened in the garden. Some had been nice – Amenadiel had visited often, even though he’d never had much to say and they’d spent their time together skipping stones across the lake’s surface. But the others had kept her at a distance. She was a bad influence.

Michael, however, was the only angel she’d not ever said one word to.

She’d seen him, now and then, in the early days, when she was the only human in Heaven and, as such, grudgingly invited to divine family get-togethers. On those occasions, she’d spent too much time feeling awkward and out-of-place to pay attention to the sullen figure lurking in whatever shadows were available. The one time she’d glanced his way, it had been to marvel at the stories of people getting the twins mixed up; beyond the raw basics of bone structure, Michael couldn’t have looked less like her old lover.

Bullets sprayed across the hull. Humming, Eve stepped daintily into Michael’s shadow, seconds before they started bouncing off his shoulders and chest.

“It is beneath her,” he muttered.

She made an ambiguous noise. “How d’you figure?”

There came a shout and a splash from the nearest jet ski. The bullets stopped.

“C’mon. She’s Mazikeen. Everyone in the Silver City knows about Mazikeen. Ordinarily, we couldn’t give two dry shits about Lucifer’s minions, but her? She’s a minor celebrity. The power behind Hell’s throne. Christ, it’s no secret my beloved twin couldn’t govern his way out of a paper bag.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling fondly. “He’s kind of bad at everything. Except music. He’s a great musician.”

More shouting. More shooting. More bullets bouncing off Michael’s torso. Mazikeen rode by, one hand gripping her newly-acquired jet ski’s throttle lever, the other clutching her bloodstained halberd. Watching her circle the enemy, Eve was reminded of a sheep dog.

Michael went on: “And then there’s the fact that for a while, everyone thought Lucifer was going to marry her. It was all anyone could talk about. Jophiel was taking bets on when the proposal would happen. She’d have been High Commander and the Queen of Hell. Instead? All of a sudden, Lucifer takes an indefinite vacay to the mortal realm, drags her with him, and next thing anyone knows, she’s working behind a bar.”

The remaining jet skis and their terrified, wounded riders had been neatly rounded up, which meant it was time for Eve to open her purse.

“Um – how long have those been in there?” asked Michael, watching her take out three grenades.

“You want one?” she offered. “Don’t forget to take the pin out before you throw it. I did that my first time.”

One thing to be said for millions of dull, dull years spent sitting next to God’s Greatest Warrior, skipping stones across a lake; your aim got good.

The first blast was a warning, not close enough to actually kill any of Bismarck’s men, though the resultant waves did knock several into the water. They tried to retreat, turning their vehicles around, only to remember Mazikeen, corralling them single-handed and now armed with machine guns she’d confiscated from those already bested.

When they saw the second and third grenade incoming, they gave up and abandoned the jet skis, jumping into the sea and swimming for their lives.

“Fuck!” Michael yelped, blocking his ears at the concomitant explosions.

Gazing past the debris and smoke, Eve saw Mazikeen head for the nearest of the two speedboats. Its occupants, preoccupied with aiming a rocket launcher at The Choronzon, saw her coming far too late.

“I get your point,” said Eve, as her girlfriend and her halberd made short work of the crew. “But that’s a really… how can I put this? It’s a really angelic way of looking at things. Maze doesn’t consider anything ‘beneath her’.”

“Wow. Sick burn. You’re basically admitting she has no pride.”

“Oh, she’s got pride. Tons of pride. Her pride’s just dependant on how well she does a job, not on the type of job she has. She wasn’t happy working at Lux, but that wasn’t because she thought bartending was ‘beneath her’; it was because she prefers doing things she’s good at. Customer service isn’t really one of her strengths.”

The second speedboat was abandoned by its crew mere seconds before Mazikeen rammed the first speedboat into it, cackling victoriously.

“Actually,” Eve said, moving from Michael’s shadow to where Mazikeen had earlier set a crate of peach soda – her favourite – out on the deck, “now that you mention it, I guess I’m the one with no pride. Haven’t really ever had anything to be proud of. Your Dad never gave me the chance. I was never meant to do things. I was just meant to be.”

Michael snorted. “Lucky you. Trust me; he may have softened in his later years, but back in the day he never, ever stopped riding our asses. You think Lucy really rebelled because he had better plans for how the universe should be run? Because he was an innovator? Nope. Lazy dick just hated being told to do his chores.”

By the time Mazikeen swam back to them, saltwater had washed off the blood and her ponytail had come loose.

“Oh, hey,” said Eve, gripping her hand and pulling her up. “A mermaid.”

After pressing a rough kiss to her cheek and taking a swig of peach soda, Mazikeen asked, “You okay? He did his job?”

Eve patted the angel’s shoulder – the one that wouldn’t hurt. “He was terrific! Awesome addition to the team.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Michael mumbled.

Ignoring him, Mazikeen snatched up a towel to dry her hair. “Glad to hear it. Alright! Let’s get Bismarck back to shore, get paid, and find a place to have dinner so we can toast Team Hellrazor’s first successful mission.”

“R-A-Z-O-R,” Eve informed Michael. “To make it cooler.”

#lucifer #mazikeen #eve #michael demiurgos #demons #lucifer morningstar #amenadiel #michael #fanfic #my fic

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91percentpynch · 4 years ago

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lonely heart - kevaaron au pt 4

oh look it‘s me, coming out of my dark hole to make you suffer with a super sad chapter with a nasty cliffhanger:) so get your tissues ready and enjoy!! okay first of all sorry that i didn‘t update this in a g e s and that it‘s rather short and for the cliffhanger, but i‘ll try to update it more regularly now:)

check this out for the other parts:)

trigger warnings: drug abuse, mention of suicide, mention of mental health issues, very sad aaron, mention of blood

“You were too good for me”, Aaron whispered into the void. “You were way too fucking good for me. You made me a better man. And I fucked up”

Aaron got up as he felt the tears burning in his eyes. He knew he wouldn‘t be able to sleep alone tonight. Like every single goddamn night since he left Kevin. Like every single goddamn night since he made the biggest mistake of his life.

„Taylor?“, the blonde haired boy murmered, „You up?“

„Babe, you know I‘m up. My girlfriend lives three states away, we talk every single day at the same time as you call your man. Not that I would be able to sleep when you call him, cause a) i love Day and b) you‘re always sad and high and end up in my room anygays, so did he take the phone darling?“

Taylor was Aaron‘s roommate and the closest thing he had to a best friend. She had been there for him every single day, cuddled him, held him while he cried and dried his tears afterwards. And Aaron did the same when she misssed her girlfriend too much.

„You do realize he is not my man anymore, I fucked that up. Big time. He did actually take the phone just to tell me to fuck off and stop calling“

„You could always go over there and say it in his pretty face. Didn’t say you can’t come over did he?Pro point: Might lead to making out“, Taylor said while taking him in her arms. „Plus another pro point: you‘d get sober again. And you‘re less moody. No offense but a Kevin-less Aaron is hardly managable, like you‘re either a whiny little bitch or you‘ll give me the death glare of the cenutry. Legit worse than Andrew‘s and I called him a cute little baby boo once when I was drunk and he almost stabbed me right there with a look on his face like I just murdered Neil in front of him“

„Tay, I take that as a compliment. And we both know Kevin’s a bit of a dumbass so he did not exactly tell me Not To Come over just stopp calling. Anyways I don‘t even know where he lives. And stop talking about me getting high, you do the same shit“

„Yeah but I know my limits and I have not the same history as you. And for the i DoN‘t EvEn KnOwS wHeRe He LiVeS, phone number. Now“

„O- okay“, Aaron said and told her Kevin‘s phone number while Taylor calmingly stroked his back.

„Neat, got him“, Taylor said after a while. „He‘s with the scary big dude and his adorable little boyfriend I think? I have their address right here, I think we‘re gonna visit them tomorrow cause it‘s like 4 am right now and we don‘t wanna rob him his beauty sleep plus we don‘t want to wake the scary big dude. And I‘m pretty sure the adorable small golden retriver boy could and would stab us“

„Did you just stalk my ex and located his phone at 4 am like fucking Garcias in Criminal Minds?“, Aaron said confused.

„Anything for you big guy. And as I said I miss Day‘s pretty face, preferably in your pretty face so you shut the fuck up about how stressed and depressed and lonely you are.“, Taylor chuckled as Aaron looked at her shocked.

„Well I miss Casey, preferable in your face so YOU shut up“, Aaron was never as good in witty remarks as his brother. Especially high Aaron.

„Babe I think it‘s time for you to go to bed, you‘re not fun when you‘re sad, high and tired. Come here, let me cuddle you, while you whiney little bitch sleep“

Aaron slowly went over to Taylor and into her loving arms, laying down, trying to fall asleep.

After a long while aaron drifted into sleep, just to be greeted by familiar smaragd eyes. In his dream Kevin and he never broke up. Kevin was on top of him, his hands gently discovered Aaron‘s body, touching him as if he was sacred, something to worship. Kevin‘s lips were at Aaron‘s ear whispering sweet nothingness. Aaron‘s hips moved against Kevin‘s loving touch. „Stress release“ Kevin called these holy moments in dawn. „Highlight of my day“ Aaron called them.

The dream was as beautiful as it was cruel. It was as if his body, his mind were as much refusing as able to believe that Kevin was gone. It was his own fault, Aaron knew it. But the ever present voice of his mother, disapproving and disgusting, in his head was just too much for him to handle. He thought - foolish as Aaron was - that the pain of living without Kevin would be better, less cruel, less painful. But he never knew real love and therefore never experienced its lost. Until that faitful day. Until Kevin took his bags and left.

Aaron was used to pain. The hot one after an extraordinarily vicious hit. The cold one when his mother died. The numbing one when the hunger was growing more and more unbareable. But nothing was even slightly as hard to handle as the loss of Kevin in his life.

Kevin was the first good thing Aaron had. He gave him a will to stay, to try, to give this stupid sport everything he got. And Exy turned into more mundane things like getting his eating routine under control or getting a more or less acceptable sleeping schedule. The dark days were still there, for both of them, and they would probably never leave them completely alone, but they got less. And when they did happen they would hold each other together.

Ever since he fucked up things with Kevin, Aaron had more and more dark days. The voice of his mother telling him he‘s a failure, the bored stare of his brother and Aaron convincing himself Andrew wouldn‘t even bet an eye if he died, the voice telling him the world would be a better place without him growing louder and lourder every passing day.

Logically he could say that the death of a single person wouldn‘t change much for the over all world population, expect maybe it‘s some kind of insane mademan dicator or someone important, but still. It made sense. All he did after all was fucking up, being a failure, never good enough, never perfect.

His lonely heart only screamed Kevin‘s name and he knew if Kevin didn‘t take him back, his life wouldn‘t make much sense anymore. Well he would definetly not tell Kevin that. He would not manipulate Kevin into loving him, because that wouldn‘t be much better than not having him at all.

Aaron woke up the next day around noon. He didn‘t really feel like getting up, like getting up was simply too much. But Aaron knew he had to. He didn‘t want to worry Taylor more than he already did. And it would end today. One way or the other.

So he got up, put on the first pair of black jeans he could find and the first sweater his hands could find. Ironically it was one of the sweaters Kevin gave him, on the third of december last year. It was one of Aaron‘s favourites as well.

„Ready for the big Day, small guy?“, Taylor said winking at him.

„Not really? What the fuck am I supposed to do there anyways?“, Aaron replied on his way to the coffee maker.

„Talk to him? Deliver one of those borderline cringe big speeches. Get im flowers. Break into his bedroom and say ‚Draw me like one of your french girls‘, naked of course“, Taylor laughed at the face Aaron made, listening to her suggestions.

„I think I like the big speech. I mean I‘m shit with words, but I‘m sure you want to help your boy getting ‚his man‘ back, right? Also what kind of flowers would you give someone you dumped cause the voice of your dead mother told you it was wrong and disgusting, which you never told him for obvious reasons?“

„Honey, you‘re so fucked up sometimes, I love you but you should go to a therapist or something. Also I‘d say sunflowers or roses? I don‘t speak flowers man, I‘m the tech nerd. Not the romantic one, the nerd. But we‘re gonna make a snazzy speech and you‘re gonna get your man back“

After their typical breakfast - if Aaron didn‘t forget to eat again - they sat down together on the living room floor, paper and pen ready, trying to write the world changing speech.

„Why is this so fucking hard? Why can I only tell him how much I love and miss him when I‘m high off my ass“, Aaron complained.

„What about you don‘t think about him that much. Just tell me what you love about him and then we write that down?“, Taylor suggested.

Aaron took a deep breathe and closed his eyes. „I loved him because he was the first one who saw me. Aaron Minyard. And not just the other Minyard, the lesser twin, the shadow of Andrew. He looked at me and somehow chose me. Even if he could have had everyone else. He chose me, even though I‘m not special. Kevin chose the failure when he could have had the first prize. He looked at me and saw something worth loving, worth keeping around. Hardly anyone could tell Andrew and me apart. But it took him less than a day to do so. Kevin is strong, so so strong and somehow chose the most fragile thing he could find, took it and made it worth soemthing. Kevin made me feel something. Not numbness. Not pain. Something warm and beautiful and living. He gave me a reason to stay alive. Kevin made my life bearable, he made my life beautiful. We were both broken and we would probably still be broken if we were together but we softened each other‘s edges. Kevin believed in me when no one else would. He knew how I felt, knew what I needed and when I needed it. Kev gave me love and safety and I kicked it with my feet. This man is like a god who fell for whatever reasons for a homeless man. And I know I don‘t deserve him but I also know I cannot live without him. And I know that I must tell him that before it‘s too late. If it‘s not too late already“

Taylor wipped a tear out of her eyes. „That‘s it. You tell him that and we‘ll get him back“, she said. „Can I hug you?“

„Sure you loser“

„Ah there is my boy“

They spent the rest of the afternoon writing down the speech, making edits here and there. In the end Aaron collected the pages and went to his room to change. He replaced Kevin‘s sweater with a simple black jumper, put on his Docs, got his keys and left.

Aaro did feel a little uncomfortable, stalking Kevin like that. But he knew this was his chance to fix things. This was his chance to get Kevin back, to make his life worth living again. Which to be fair was a bit selfish, but you are allowed to be a little selfish sometimes, aren‘t you?

Jean and Jeremy‘s apartment complex was a 15 minute drive away from the flat Aaron shared with his three roommates. Theirs was fanzier, obviously. After all Jeremy was a professional Exy player and Jean was some kind of semi famous artist or fashion maker or whatever. They could give Kevin the world. They could give him what he desereved. All Aaron had to offer was an apology and his love. No money. Not yet anyway. Just anxiety, depression and stress.

But if Kevin was willing to take his love, to give Aaron one more chance, he promised himself Aaron would make it count. He will tell Kevin how much he loves Kevin every single god damn day. Aaron will get therapy and work on his issues. Sober up and this time for good. He will do anything to be worth of god‘s love. Just that god in his case was a twenty two year old boy with black hair, forming soft waves at the end and a smile that will make the sun jealous. Eyes made out of smaragd. Lips so sinful and kissable.

Aaron sat down in front of the door, waiting for his courage to come back to him. He could do this. He would get his man back.

Hours passed, or maybe it were only minutes or seconds after all before someone came closer. Ever so slowly Aaron lifted his head, just to look in the ever so familiar green eyes, big with shock.

„You said to stop calling. You never mentioned face to face conversations“, Aaron said, his voice hoarse.

Kevin stared at him as if he was a ghost, a reminder of his past life, something he rather wanted to forget.

„Look I know I fucked up. I know I‘m not good enough for you. I know you deserve the world and I cannot give it to you. And when you look me in the eyes and tell me you don‘t feel anything for me anymore, no love or hate or affection or whatever humans feel, I will turn away right now and go and never come back. Never bother you again. But if you allow me to apologize, if you however decide to gieve me one last chance, I prepared this whole ass speech for you“

Aaron was sure they could hear his heart beating against his chest, roaring, screaming to return home. To return to Kevin where it belonged.

Kevin‘s eyes wandered to the floor, his fingers automatically closed around his left wrist. A nervous habit. Just another little part that makes Aaron‘s heart ache.

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he lifted those unbelieveable beautiful eyes and met Aaron‘s golden ones. Kevin studied him and the world around them stopped.

Out of the corner of Aaron‘s eyes he could see Jean going still, his breathing too calm, too even. It‘s the same thing Andrew does when someone fucks with Josten. At least his death would be fast. Or slow. Whatever. Aaron didn‘t really care, without Kevin it wasn‘t worth anygthing anyway.

„Why“, Kevin said after what feels like forever, „Why would I forgive you? Why would I give you another chance? Why would you think you can come back here just to fuck me over again? Aaron I loved you, I really did. I always will. You were my first love and maybe, yeah maybe, my last one. But right now I can‘t. I just, I just can‘t. Please leave. Please leave me alone. For now. Maybe, one day we can talk about it. But right now I cannot handle the thought of you to leave me. To tell me all these beautiful lies, to cut me open and leave me to bleed out. I love you“, tears were running down Kevin‘s cheek. Tears Aaron one day, a long time ago, promised himself he would never let Kevin feel again. Pain. Sadness. Everything because of his failure, because of his weakness, because he‘s a fucking piece of shit.

„Thank you for giving me a reason to stay. Jusst remember that you were my light, my warmth, my happiness and I never stopped loving you. Never will. Please just be happy“, Aaron replied as he turned around to walk to his cars.

When he was sure he was out of ear shot, he let himself feel. Feel the pain. Feel the loneliness. Feel the numbness and the cold and the hatred. It was in that moment, that moment where he was alone and nothing more to lose, that he decided that it was enough. He would end it. End it tonight.

„Thank you“, he texted Taylor. „I‘m glad I didn‘t eat you in the womb“, he texted Andrew. „You were not so bad after all“, he sent to Neil. And lastly „Thank you for taking me under your wing“, to Nicky. They would understand. It would take them some time but in the end they would feel better. They would be happier without them. Because at the end of the day he caused them pain and wasn‘t really worth a thing.

So when he got in his car, tears running uncontrallably down his cheeks, he knew what he had to do.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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“Compliments from the gentleman in the corner” said the bartender as he placed the girliest of cocktails in front of me. A martini glass with a pinkish liquid, and a bright neon pink cherry on a stem in the middle. I looked up at Matt, who faced the right direction and saw his quizzical look turn into disgust. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s that fucking leather fag again. He’s still trying to score, even after what you told him” To say I rejected him was an understatement. Luckily freedom of speech trumps hate crime laws. Matt was just about to pour out the drink on the floor, when I stopped him.

“Hey, he’s not the one who has to clean it up.” Matt held the glass still for a few moments before setting it down next to our beers. “It’s harassment, that’s what it fucking is.” “Good luck convincing someone that handing out cocktails is harassing someone. In fact...” I said, picking out the cherry, dumping it in one empty beer glass, then pouring the liquid into another “...it is now acceptable free booze.” “Well, I’m not touching it.” “You are not pretty enough to have burly men buying you drinks.” “Thank fuck for that.”

It didn’t taste that special. Sweet raspberry with too low ABV to be interesting. But easily flushed down with another beer before we split. Matt had work in the morning, the plight of manual labor, but I had all weekend off. Despite our different trajectories after we graduated, we still enjoyed each other’s company. He was a dumbass, but made friends instantly with everyone, and I made heavy use of his truck.

It was such a surprise to wake up early Saturday morning. Sure, we didn’t drink heavily, but I was normally tapping my way through snoozes in my phone’s alarm. Now I woke up earlier than that, without even setting one. I could only pretend to be annoyed though, because I felt better than in weeks. Fully rested and full of energy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I got up and got dressed. I made a mental note to be more consistent with my gym times. I looked much leaner than I recalled, but then those things hava a tendency to sneak up on you until you realize something needs to be done. Then I went to the mirror.

The pink hair is the most striking, of course, but to me the eyes are what makes the most impact. I have trouble comprehending what I see. Reflected back I see a version of myself that has been altered in far too many ways to count. It isn’t the brown-eyed, black-haired, chiseled ex-lacrosse player I was used to see, but someone with much more boyish features. My jawline is still pretty much there, but my nose is very different from what it used to be, and my eyes are greyish-blue with a sort of surprised or naive expression. What the fuck happened?

I let my fingers run through my pink tinged hair. It felt silky smooth, like I was an obsessive user of conditioner. It must be the pink cocktail. That’s the only thing out of the ordinary I could think of. What about Matt? I rushed to the phone and picked him from the phone history. It felt like an eternity as signal after signal went by.

“It’s Matt” “Thank fuck Matt, have you...” I stopped myself. I didn’t sound anything like I would usually sound like. I sounded like a teenager again. “Jeremy, is that you?” “Yeah. Is everything... normal?” “I would say so, yes. You sound really weird.” “I think I got something. Talk to you later.”

So some disgusting leather homo tries to pick me up at a bar. I turn him down. He hands me a potion or something that turns me into what exactly? What is his end game? It’s not like I would have sex with him, or any guy, just because I look like I’m in a boy band.

I’m confident I’m not just suddenly realizing I’m slimmer, but that too is due to the potion. I decide to not just chill all day as planned, but to go to the gym and see what the damage is. I figure I can wear a beanie to avoid looking like a weirdo.

Cardio is going great. I feel the positive energy from waking up pulsing through the body, and I’m going faster and for longer than I normally do on the treadmill. It’s like I woke up fully charged for the first time in months. As I move over to weights it turns sour quickly. I’m so much lower in weight than I normally do that it isn’t funny. I can barely do a few reps on what I would typically do 10-15 reps on. I drop to a lower weight, but now I’m tired instead and can barely do a few on the lower weight. I move between exercises, and it’s the same again and again. What’s worse is I’m getting an erection, perhaps from all the straining. It has never happened before. I give up on the set and head towards the locker room. I decided against taking a shower, not only because of my boner, but I realize I would have to take off my beanie. Instead I jog back home, which is feeling surprisingly good, all things considered.

Once back home go straight to the shower, rip off my gym clothes and throw them in a heap. I step into the shower and almost turn on the water before remembering to take off the beanie. I throw it on top of the pile, and let the water start running on my damp skin. Damn it feels good. It’s like everything is more sensitive today. My hard-on, that never really went away during the jog, perks up. I take plenty of soap and spend a good thirty minutes having the best wank in weeks, and end up pumping out liquid as if I was a soap dispenser myself. I’m so deep in trouble.

I’m struck by post wank clarity. All of this, even though parts of it is really fucking good, is because of that frilly drink. I must find that creep and confront him as soon as possible. Unfortunately it’s not even lunch yet, and there isn’t even a guarantee he would be at the bar tonight, or ever again. My plan of chilling and doing nothing for the day turns into anxiously doing nothing. I waste some time on unfocused gaming with terrible results. I’m not hungry, but eat a bowl of yogurt while browsing stuff I can’t remember 30 seconds later. Everything is just unbearable, so I put on my damp gym clothes again and leave for a run.

I’ve never been a big fan of running before. If this is another change forced upon me I’m actually kind of OK with it. It feels amazing to just ignore everything that is happening and just run at random. I don’t know for how long, but as I’m getting close to home again I start to sprint. I run as hard as I can, really giving it my all. It’s amazing. I’m soaked in sweat, panting deeply, and again have a throbbing erection. I don’t bother to reflect on any of it. I just pretend that everything is amazing, have an amazing shower with amazing soap and an amazing wank.

As I dry off myself my phone begins to ring. I know right away from the bathroom that it is Matt calling. Long ago I gave him the Nokia ringtone on my iPhone, which at some point was hilarious.

“Hi Matt” I shock myself with my voice. It has shifted even more since this morning, and now sounds like an obnoxious brat. “Hey, I just came off. Are you OK? You still sound different.” “I’m not really feeling like myself. It’s probably best if I stay in tonight.” “OK. I have some Netflix to catch up on. Get well. Target at ten tomorrow?” “Yeah, sure. Bye.”

I walk over to a mirror. I don’t look that different from this morning, do I? What if this wasn’t a change, but a process that has just begun? That I am slowly turning into someone else. Or something else. I look at the time on the phone. Still hours until the bar opened, so plenty of time to go crazy while thinking of this.

We had been at the bar much later yesterday, but I can’t risk missing him if he is early today, and I can’t stand sitting at home anyways. I dress simply, a white T-shirt and skinny jeans, and head over to the bar only half an hour after they opened. The bouncer takes forever to check my ID before letting me in. He is not here, but then so is no one else. Besides me and the staff there are only a handful of people. I tell the bartender that I’m looking for someone and might be here a while, order a diet coke, and grab a table by the wall from which I can see the entrance.

Three hours, two daiquiris and three diet cokes later I’m utterly bored. It’s only a quarter past eight, and so much more evening left, but I feel restless and tired at the same time. We didn’t arrive until well past nine, and the place doesn’t close until two. At what point do I give up?

Just as I’m thinking that I see him. The balding man in his forties, in black leather boots, black jeans and black leather jacket. I don’t like him. It looks so fake, the leather outfit he wears. Like he is pretending to be a gay tough guy from 1980. I quickly empty the last of my drink and start approaching him before he orders anything or grabs a seat. When his gaze catches me moving his way, his face turns smug and confident.

“Hi there, puppy. Looking for daddy” “Make it go back!” “Make what now?” “You did this to me, now undo it.” “I have no idea what you are talking about, puppy, or who you are” “You were hitting on me yesterday” “I hit on a lot of puppies, but I sure would have remembered you.” “You bought me a pink drink.” “You? YOU?! Well, I knew there was something to you. Have you changed your mind?” “What did you put in the drink?” His expression change completely. “I don’t know what you’re raving about. I never touched it. Is this a date rape accusation, because if it is you’ll have to talk to my lawyer. There is video recording in here after all.” “It’s... No, it’s not.” “If you excuse me, I think I’ve had enough of you.”

What did I expect? That he kicked his boot heels together and transformed me back? Did I really not have a better plan? If this really was his doing, he probably would have been prepared for this confrontation. Ready to take advantage of me. But he looked as surprised with my transformation as I was.

I walk back home, feeling dejected, disappointed and lost. What would I do next? Is there anything I can do? Another wank for sure, because I start to get that feeling and my skinny jeans aren’t doing me any favors. With some difficulty I do my best to get out of them as quickly as possible once inside the door. I go straight to my bed, lie down and start jacking off. I’m not even thinking about something in particular. Despite only having had two drinks I’m feeling a bit tipsy, in a good way. Like my body is glowing, and lying on my bed, wearing only a T-shirt and socks, jacking off, is the most amazing thing I could do with my life. It takes like forever until I shoot my load all over the front of my T-shirt, and once I’ve done that I continue to stroke myself until I drift off into sleep.

The Nokia ring tone coming from my front door wakes me up. I’m not tired, but somewhat confused as you are when woken in the wrong part of the sleep cycle, so I’m jumping out of bed almost involuntary. There is an uncomfortable tug as my body shifts and pulls the T-shirt glued by dried cum away from my torso. In the hallway lies a pair of skinny jeans playing the Nokia ringtone. In a pocket somewhere Matt is calling. I feel my way to the phone and answer.

“Hi Matt” My voice hasn’t changed much. I still sound like an arrogant teenager on an online game voice chat. “Hey dude. I’ll be perhaps ten minutes late. See you in half an hour.” “Yeah. No, wait!”

He has already hanged up. As I turn and look into the hallway mirror I’m stunned. The change from yesterday is even greater than from the day before. My hair has turned cotton candy pink and all my facial features have softened even more. I look at least five years younger, and my eyes have turned into proper blue. No one who knew me would recognize me anymore. I wouldn’t. My ID is worthless, and no fake ID would ever get me into a bar. What the fuck is going on. Am I shorter? I think I might actually be shorter than yesterday.

Normally on Sundays Matt and I go grocery shopping at Target in his pickup. I don’t want him to see me like this, but I need someone to help me figure out what is going on. I look at the phone again. I’ve already wasted four minutes. I need to shower and get dressed before he arrives. I rush into the bathroom, undress and get into the shower.

It’s like time stops when I turn on the water. The warm water makes my entire body tingle. My skin looks perfect and glistens wet in the bathroom light. I can’t see a single spot or blemish, though I know I had plenty. Not a single hair, though I most definitely had that before, except for the small, tight bush of cotton candy pink pubes. The sensation is so fucking incredibly amazingly sensual I start rubbing my dick. Not a proper jerk off, just small circles of my palm against my dick. I know I’ve lost even more mass since yesterday, but it looks like I’ve lost body fat too, because you can see a faint washboard. At least there is still some muscle left. As amazing as this feels, I can’t really be upset about any of the changes. Not here and now. I’m aware I’m moaning. I sound like Cindy in pol.sci. first time I fucked her.

The doorbell brings clarity. Matt is here already? I turn off the water and jump out of the shower. While I’m frantically drying myself I look for something to wear. Strewn on the floor are funky gym clothes and a cum-stiff T-shirt. I grab the beach bag from under the sink and put on my swim trunks. The bell again. I rush over to the door and open it.

At the moment I see Matt on the other side I realize it could have been someone else. What a shock that would have been for of us. Now it was just a shock for Matt.

“Holy Shit!” “Yeah. I know...”

The contrast is extra painful seeing Matt in his chill Sunday outfit. Relaxed jeans, navy sweatshirt on his wide upper body, hiding his muscles, but at the same time signaling that they are definitely there. He’s a head taller than me. We used to be the same height, the same build, the same outfit. Holy shit indeed. I stand there with ruffled pink hair, naked except for swim trunks that barely hides a raging hard-on. He looks bewildered.

“Matt, you must help me.”

He doesn’t answer, but I can see his bulge grow in his jeans. For the first time since I can’t remember how long I feel vulnerable. I’m literally exposed, one piece of clothing away from naked. He is standing in front of the closed door, the only way out. If he chooses to do something, there is nothing I can do to stop him. He is so much taller than me now, stronger, wider. I know the muscles below that sweatshirt of his. We’ve worked out together, so I’ve seen his chest both doing exercises and later naked in the shower. My arm is moving up his abs to his pecs, under the T-shirt, below his sweatshirt. He is frozen in place as I rub myself against his groin.

“Dude, are you alright?” Matt asks me, and I realize what I’m doing. I take a step back. “I can’t help it. Ever since that fucking pink cocktail I’ve been...” I don’t know what to say. What isn’t obvious about my situation is unexplainable. I see Matt struggle with something, before blurting out. “Would you mind continue what you were doing?”

Tentatively I stick my hand under his shirt again and rub against his body. “But... Do you mind doing it?” he asks. I don’t, I realize. But do I mind that I don’t mind? This must be part of the transformation that is happening. But Matt isn’t any random person. “Not with you, I don’t.” “Thank fuck for that.” He says and looks relieved. “Why?” “I... Sooo last Friday I might have put something in your beer that might have something to do with this...” “YOU FUCKING WHAT?” I don’t know what shocks me most, Matt’s betrayal or that he was able to pull off something like this at all. “It sounded like a good prank. A few drops and you would act all... different.” “Why the fuck would you want that?” His eyes starts tearing up and his voice is almost a whisper. “Because I like you. A lot.”

I’m still standing with my hand against his chest and have no clue what to do next. Fucking dumbass Matt admitted to ruin my life, outed himself as gay and professed his love for me in like 5 seconds. At least I think that’s what just happened. I slowly shift into a hug, and he hugs me back. I’m angry, I feel pity, but most of all I’m still horny. Damn all this.

Suddenly Matt breaks free. “I’ll drink it too!” “What? No! Look at me.” “It’s only fair.”

I’m quickly weighing my options, and come to a decision.

“No. You did this, so I decide what is fair. You do whatever I tell you to do. You show up when I tell you to. And we’ll have sex in whatever way I tell you to.” “Wah... We’ll...” “You heard me. I’ve been so fucking horny all weekend from those ‘few drops’ I don’t care what I fuck anymore. I want you naked in my bed within 30 seconds” “It was more of a dash than drops.” “25 seconds”

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