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The Ex
Hyunjin x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of injury
Genre: exes to lovers, fluffffff
Summary: Your ex, Hyunjin, calls you at midnight, injured and freaked out. The fact that you're still in love with him may be a problem. Or not.
Your break-up with Hyunjin had been a literal storm. Tear-soaked, heartbreaking, and both of you still so much in love that it hurt beyond words could explain. You didn't understand how it came to it, actually. Watching him walk away was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, and that's an image you can't get off your mind. No matter how hard you try.
You tried to delete his number, unfollow him literally everywhere, and move on with your life. But it was easier said than done. That's why when his number flashes on your phone screen, you freeze.
You almost ignore it. Almost. But something inside you won't let you, and here you are, answering his call.
âHyunjin?â
Thereâs a weird silence on his side. You haven't heard his voice since you broke up a couple of months ago, and the anticipation is killing you.
You're starting to think that he made a mistake, when you hear his breath on the other line - heavy and desperate.
âY/N,â Hyunjinâs voice is shaky, and you sit upright, your heart in your throat.
âHyunjin? Whatâs going on?â you ask, ready to run. âAre you ok?â
âIâm at - at the hospital,â he chokes out.
âWhat? What happened?!â you ask, fear starting to grip you.
âI fellâŠI was going down some stairs, trying to carry all my art supplies - donât ask, itâs a long story. But I tripped and fell down the stairs, and my foot, itâs swelling up. It hurts like hell, Y/N, Iâm so scared-â His voice breaks, and he takes in a shaky breath. âSomeone dropped me here, and I donât - I donât even know anyone in this city.â
Your heart sinks, imagining him sitting there, hurt and scared andâŠalone. You know you should feel nothing for him. Maybe a bit of concern, but nothing else. He's your ex.
But no, that isnât how your heart works. This is Hyunjin, it says, the guy you spent way too many sleepless nights with, the guy you had to claw out of your chest when you broke up.
âHello? Y/N?â Hyunjin sounds like a lost little child, his little sobs gripping at your poor heart.
âHyunjin, take a breath. Oh my God. Stop crying, baby, Iâm on my way, okay? I-â You freeze, closing your eyes, cursing yourself for the slip.
You called him baby?!
A beat of silence. You can hear Hyunjin sniffling on the other side, and you panic.
âOh, uh, I'm sorry, I didnât mean-â you stutter, before quickly saying, âI'll see you soon.â
You hang up before he can reply, embarrassment coursing through you. You sit on your couch cringing and feeling terrible. Taking a deep breath, you reach for your phone again. You need backup and thereâs only one person who can handle Hyunjin like you do.
So, with shaking fingers, you dial Changbin's number, as you make your way to your bedroom. Changbin picks up after about two rings, and says, âHey babe, you good?â
âI'm not sure, Bin. Hyunjin called meâŠheâs hurt. Heâs at the hospital, and heâs-â You fall silent as you hear Changbin sigh.
You can tell heâs running his hand through his hair the way he always does when heâs dealing with one of your âHyunjinâ emergencies.
âDonât worry about it. Iâll go,â he says, but you both know youâre not going to let him go alone.
âYeah, no. Iâm coming with you. I canât just sit here while heâs hurt,â you argue, already pulling on a jumper over your t-shirt.
âYouâre crazy for doing this, you know that?â Changbin says.
âYeah, what's new?â you mutter, pulling your jeans on, and then your shoes.
âAlright,â Changbin sighs, but you could hear the smile in his voice. âLetâs go pick up our delicate flower.â
He's over at yours in record time, and gives you an unimpressed look.
âBinnie, not now!â You say as you both get into his car.
The drive is only about an hour, but it feels like hours. You try not to think of the last time you made this journey. It ended up with you coming back alone and so broken. Now, you sit in silence, Changbin can feel you unraveling.
He shoots you a look and asks, âYou okay?â
You let out a hollow laugh.
âI mean, my ex, with whom Iâm still kind of in love with, is in the hospital. So, I guess Iâm as fine as I can be.â
âKind of? Who are you kidding?â Changbin raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
âOk, shut up.â you mumble, cheeks burning and you look away, hoping he'll leave it alone.
But he just laughs, putting his hand on yours.
âI get it, ok? Youâre a good person for doing this, Y/N.â he says softly, and you feel a tear prickle at the corner of your eye.
You blink it back, trying your best to hold it together.
âHe must have moved on, right?â you say, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket.
âIf you're talking about Hwang Hyunjin, I can assure you that heâs still head over heels for you, even if he wonât admit it.â
You manage a small smile at that and say, âYou think?â
âNo, I know,â Changbin says, smiling, âHe wouldnât have called you if he wasn't. Youâre still the only person who can get through to him.â
âIâm so lucky to have you, you know that?â You say, squeezing his hand.
âYou are,â he agrees, flashing you a cocky smirk. âAnd youâre welcome. Now, letâs go remind Hyunjin that heâs not a fragile old man on his deathbed.â
By the time you finally get to the hospital, your nerves are buzzing. You walk in with Changbin by your side, his hand a steady presence at your back.
And there he is, slumped in a chair with his injured foot propped up, wearing a miserable, pouty expression, and it's so adorable, it crushes you almost immediately.
When his eyes land on you, they light up and he's reaching out to you.
âYou came!â His voice cracks, and you hate that it makes your heart flutter.
He takes your hand in his and presses his cheek to it, and holds onto you like heâs afraid youâll slip away. âYou actually came?â
Youâre still mad at yourself for caring this much, but you don't regret anything. Not after seeing him like this.
âYeah, you idiot. Of course I did.â you say gently, sitting near him.
He looks away, probably trying to hide his tears, and mutters, âI thought youâd never want to see me again.â
Youâre about to reply when Changbin clears his throat.
âHello to you too Hyunjin. Oh, how am I? I'm good!â He says dryly, making you laugh.
Hyunjin narrows his eyes at Changbin, rolling them even though heâs still clutching your hand.
âI knew she'll call you, I just-â Hyunjin tries, but Changbin snorts in response.
âYou're sneaky little-â Changbin begins but a nurse comes over and says that Hyunjinâs doctor has taken a look at his x-rays and wants to talk to him.
Changbin helps him into the wheelchair and you all move into the examination room where the doctor tells him that it's a sprain, and he'll have to rest his foot for sometime.
Once outside, Changbin tells him, âNo more carrying your entire art studio down the stairs.â
âHey, I didn't have anyone to help me!â Hyunjin says.
âI wonder who's fault it is!â Changbin shoots back, and Hyunjin pouts, crossing his arms against his chest, as you bite back a laugh.
You all sit at the waiting area, wondering what to do next. As you look at Hyunjin, all the messy feelings youâve buried rush to the surface. You know itâs stupid, probably really reckless, but you can't help it. You love this man so damn much.
Hyunjin sniffles, studying the bandage on his foot before looking at you.
âAre you ok?â You ask, seeing how tired he looked.
âWhen I fell, I was so scaredâŠI thought I would dieâŠlike my entire life flashed before my eyes. It was horrible,â he says. âAnd, all I felt was regret. I⊠I was an idiot. I should have fought for us.â
His words are definitely pulling at your heartstrings. Your eyes meet Changbin's, sitting on Hyunjinâs other side. He raises his eyebrows, knowing exactly where this is going. Before you can say anything, Hyunjin is leaning into you, his fingers intertwined with yours.
âI wonât survive a single day without you,â he whispers. âI mean, look at me. You left me, and here I am - falling down stairs, breaking bones-â
âIt's a sprain, Hyunjin,â You remind him with a smile.
âBut it feels broken. I feel brokenâŠwithout youâŠâ
âJinnie-â You start, not knowing what exactly to say to him.
Your heart twists painfully. You don't know if this is a good idea, but that doesn't stop you from wanting him.
âBefore you two start making out in front of me, Iâm gonna go get some coffee,â Changbin's voice cuts in.
Hyunjin grins, cupping your cheek with his hand. He ignores Changbin completely, and says, âIf you'll have me, I promise to never let you go. I promise I'll be good.â
And before you can stop yourself, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. He's pulling you closer, kissing you deeper, but you put a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back. You are still at the hospital, and people are starting to notice.
When Changbin returns, you both carefully put Hyunjin in the backseat. He grabs hold of your hand as you're about to shut the door, and wants you to sit with him.
He clings onto you the entire drive home, sneaking kisses - so many kisses. And also persuades you to spend the night at Changbin's, so you end up cuddling him to sleep.
And you sleep peacefully for the first time since your break up.
#stray kids#skz#skz stay#hyunjin#hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin x you#hyunjin x y/n#hyunjin fluff#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader#skz x reader
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A message you may need to hear.
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Masterlist.
Manifestation is easy. 444.
Manifesting is so easy. It really is. I have seen others struggle tremendously with manifesting what they have wanted for so long. Others will follow others in hopes they can get what they want, forgetting that what works for someone else may not work for you. Some people blame things (themselves or others) for not being able to manifest. People join communities in hopes it will help. People believe you have to heal your shadow self, your trauma, and so forth to manifest. But thatâs not necessary.
You do not need to heal to manifest. You do not have to do anything to manifest. It may seem impossible right now, but it is simple. Why make things a challenge for you? Why go through all of these steps and methods? Because your dreams seem impossible? Did people tell you it was impossible? Did your fears and doubts say so? Did society push you to believe itâs impossible? Truly.
Manifesting happens all the time. Everything we do, we manifest. If you work hard for something, like studying for an exam, you will manifest a good grade through your hard work. Manifesting has a bad reputation, and people have become triggered easily because of it. But you must remember that manifest is just a word. Itâs just there. So are you. You are just there.
What I mean is that you can manifest anything by doing the things that work for you. What has worked for you before? For me. I will not do anything but stay consistent with my subliminals. Thatâs it. I donât do affirmations throughout the day, I donât change my thoughts, I donât use methods or techniques. Why should I if it doesnât work for me? So instead of engrossing yourself with what works FOR OTHERS. Focus on what works best for you.
If you donât know what works best for you, then take a break from the concept of manifestation and breathe. Learn to adapt to the world as it is and before you found manifestation. And then welcome life as it is.
We cannot always control everything. Always controlling everything will make you go mad. Do you want to become the joker? Go mad because he lost his family, or perhaps that seems ideal? I think a lot of people who are not secure with themselves and their ideals will lose themselves in the process of this. And that is the problem.
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When people say, âI donât have to do anything, I can manifest anything.â Or, âI manifest easily without lifting a finger.â In a way, itâs the truth. You do not have to do anything to manifest what you want. You can even say what you want and it will happen.
For example, I can say, âI wish to be happier.â And now it will happen. Why? Because it is bound to happen. Saying our wishes shows vulnerability, and showing vulnerability to yourself makes it easier to get what we desire. Itâs not about quantum physics, the universe, any religion and their higher beings, etc., itâs about you. Manifesting is just you. It really is. You can manifest anything because you are always manifesting. Again. We always manifest without doing anything.
I say this because you need to hear it. You have the power to manifest anything you want, BUT you have to do it the way that works BEST for you. When you stop stressing yourself out about this, ask yourself what works best for you or has in the past.
I know that sometimes our curiosity can ruin us and make us spiral into the world of âwhat manifestation really is,â but you have to remind yourself that this is not curiosity. It is you sabotaging yourself. If you know you can manifest easily, why learn how to âactuallyâ do it? It doesnât make sense.
Genuine question: what makes it fun to sabotage yourself? When you get stuck in a community, you assume they are there to help, but then fail to realize they are making you obsessive about something so easy. Itâs so easy. Itâs just easy. Easy. Easy. Easy. That is what they keep saying, so why is it so hard for you?
Because. You. Are. Not. Doing. It. Your. Way.
The best way to manifest is.. doing. It. Your. Way. Thatâs it.
Channeled song.
Bohemian Rhapsody (Song by Queen)
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#found a letter i wrote to my â18 year old selfâ when i was 10#god 10 year old me was so full of life#so ready to do things#she was obsessed with getting her way and working for it#now someone tells me to do hard work and i just. stop breathing#and ive fulfilled little me's wish of getting into BHU and still being friends with my childhood friends#but the last line. the last fucking line.#âits ok if you dont do any of that as long as you are happy and mumma and papa love you and are proud of youâ#WHAT IF I CRIED#happy? mumma proud of me? what are those but little whims#mere fantasies that can never be fulfilled#10 year old shanti wished for something and did everything in her power to achieve it#she knew she wasnt talented and said âok then hardwork it isâ#19 year old shanti is tired. exhausted. done.#i know im not talented and i'll only get my way through hardwork. and i dont. fucking. want to.#is it even worth it?#im not even as happy as i thought id be#i want to be 10#i want to run around with scraped knees#to drink glucon-D and laugh with my friends about fart jokes#i want to reverse time#i want my mother to look at me with love#i want her to stroke my hair and feed me my favourite meal and tell me its ok if im mediocre#10 year old me had her fucking shit together and didnt know it#âi love you older me. you're amazingâ#thank you younger me. i hope you. atleast. are proud of me.#shanti ki ashanti suno
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#ay ay ay. i dont wanna do my job so bad. it makes me so unhappy also i fucked up a thing by letting someone take part of a culture when i#shouldnt have. it happened so many months ago that i fucking forgot abt it and then the person emailed me abt when we received the stain and#i thought it was someone from another project so i cc'd my boss who was like. wait. what the fuck is this? and now its like oops sorry but#like wtf am i supposed to do abt it now? she askrd me to take some when i was rushing out of someone else's lab and i was like what? sure.#whatever i dont give a fuck i feel like im dying every second i stand in this room. i didnt even think to ask to share it which is what i#should have done. oops. cant do anything abt it now other than feel abt abt causing drama between labs. ugh.#i just wanna cut all ties with my old work. theres no joy there. only pain and anger. which makes it hard to work with it but the sooner i#do. the sooner i dont have to fucking deal with it anymore. ugh. also i really need to find a therapist but my insurance changes in like 18#days so i might as well wait for the semester to start. ugh. like i can feel the pull of my bad habits trying to drag me down and i dont kno#how to stop them. like its weird. i noticed while my parents were here. they can just do things and enjoy stuff. and everytime i do#something i feel like im holding my breath the entrie time waiting for it to be over and for what? its not like i had other stuff to do#i just needed to kno when things were gonna end and i dont deal well with flexible situations. which makes it hard to do things. so its#like do i succumb to my control freak lil bubble of not doing anything and being miserable or do things outside my comfort zone and be#miserable? one of those things is way easier. plus i dont even kno anyone here so its like wtf do i do?#try to make friends with my sometimes roommate maybe. i just need to corner her and be like hey i need to establish a dialog with u so i can#tell u that if i seem like a weird hermit im not trying to b standoffish i just dont kno how to do human interaction well. can we b friends?#id like to b friends but if i dont talk now then ill get stuck not talking ever. which is whats happened with past roommates... god my 1st#roommate must have thought i was so fucking weird. ugh. point is. these bad habits must stop. and i really need to get work done so i can#never think abt that shit ever again. at least now that ive moved i can run up the side of a mountain when im frustrated#unrelated
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Eddie owns a record store, gets to talk about music everyday. Life is good. Great, actually.
He's consolidating the Christian rock section on a quiet Wednesday morning when it happens. A man with swoopy dark hair, tight dark blue jeans, and a plum Member's Only jacket walks in, and doesn't take his Ray Bans off even once he's solidly inside.
Eddie is awestruck. This dude is gorgeous. Heart stopping. He watches him browse in quiet astonishment, unable to say anything until he blurts, "Can I help you find something?"
The man smiles--Eddie's heart stops--and he says, "Nah, just browsing. Your sign caught my eye."
And he's still not quite with the program, the rich honey of the man's voice taking him totally by surprise. "Ah, oh, it did?" He manages after a few long beats. "Painted it myself."
"No shit? It's great."
"Thanks, man. I also think it's some of my finest work."
The guy laughs. "How can I know unless I see some of your other pieces?"
Eddie's face heats, but he's never been known for having good impulse control. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
Spots of pink bloom on the man's cheeks and the tips of his ears. "And here I was, thinking I was getting special treatment."
Eddie cocks his head, smiles big. "Well, the day's still young." It's so risky and stupid; no way this guy is queer, but he grins at Eddie, laughs a little too.
"That right? Well, tell me your latest recommendations."
"For you?" Eddie eyes him up and down. "Wham!"
The guy's laugh is warm and rich and Eddie wants to drown in it. "Big of you to say for a someone who's only listened to Enter Sandman for the last four months."
Eddie cackles, points a be-ringed finger. "It's a good song! A great record."
"Hey, I've got no problem with Metallica. I just don't think you should be casting aspersions on Wham!."
"Casting aspersions, do you have a word of the day calendar or some shit?"
"No! It's toilet paper."
Their snickers grow until they're both hysterical, needing to lean against a display to stay upright.
It's like he's living in a dream, hitting it off with a beautiful man who just happened to stumble into his store. They catch their breath and Eddie uses the time to grab a record off a nearby shelf.
"Here," he says. "Try this."
"Joni Mitchell?"
"Don't tell me, Wham! fan, that you're too cool for Joni."
"Nah, she's my best friend's favorite. How much do I owe you?"
"On the house," Eddie shrugs.
"Shit, that's generous. Thanks, man. Now, about your art--" He glances at the shiny watch on his wrist. "Fuck, is it really 3:15? Goddamnit, I gotta get going."
And Eddie wants to call him back, doesn't want this dream encounter to end, but he's dashing to the door--
And just like that, the man is gone, the only evidence it ever happened the lingering chime of the bell over the door.
The bell clatters again, and his head wrenches up hard enough it hurts his neck.
"Was that Steve Harrington?" the customer shrieks.
"No," he scoffs. Except. Except. The hair and the clothes and sunglasses and the face and his lips--
"No!?" He feels the way his eyes have gone wide with panic. He didn't just flirt with Steve Harrington. Of course not. Not ever. He would've recognized--
He runs to the racks of magazines in front of the register, grabbing the latest issue of People. The cover features a glossy, polished photo of the man who just left the store. The one who had the highest grossing movie of the summer alongside his co-star, Julia Roberts. The one who, according to the article within, is in Chicago right now shooting a new movie. The one who Eddie flirted with. The one who flirted back.
He groans and covers his face with his hands. At least he'll never see Steve Harrington again.
---
Harrington comes back.
The second time, he's wearing a jewel blue polo and fitted slacks, Ray Bans nowhere to be seen.
"Got anymore recommendations?" Steve asks.
"What?" Eddie's still trying to accept that Harrington came back.
"I finished Joni. It was good. Recommend something else for me."
Fully with the program, he reaches to the rack behind him, handing the vinyl to Steve without ever taking his eyes off him.
"Seriously?" Steve deadpans.
"Tell me you don't deserve it after last time."
Steve studies the cover of Metallica, a complicated look on his face. "Fine, but you have to listen to the album George Michael released last year."
He mimics getting shot in the heart. "After my magnanimous first suggestion, you dare to punish me with Freedom?"
"Think of it more as an opportunity."
"To regret every decision I've ever made?"
"To expand your musical horizons."
Eddie rolls his eyes. "Fiiiine. It's a deal."
Steve beams. "Good! Ring me up."
And Eddie, he'd comp it again, but Steve gives him this look that tells him not to try it.
As they pass the magazine racks, Eddie points at one featuring Steve on the cover. "That thing you wore to the Vanity Fair party last month was hideous."
Steve snorts, then laughs. "Thanks. My stylist decided to go for something--"
"--terrible?--"
"Avant garde."
"Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?"
Steve pays, throws Eddie one last smile, "next time?"
Eddie nods, already certain this time is the last one.
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He keeps coming back.
Eddie tries not to read into it.
Steve is straight, famously has a girlfriend. former horror movie child star turned cinema wunderkind, Nancy Wheeler. They're always on the covers of the tabloids, in ever more improbable stories about affairs and secret babies and french countryside weddings.
But he keeps coming back. And eventually, they grab dinner. And that dinner becomes lunches, movies, clubs, concerts. Eddie's in paparazzi photos, and there's no speculation about their relationship. Steve has a girlfriend.
But sometimes. Sometimes Steve will rest his hand on Eddie's nape, his lower back, let it linger. He'll trace a finger down the tattoos on Eddie's forearms or the patches of his battle vest. He'll lean too close when they talk, unafraid to press their bodies together. And he catches Steve's eyes on his mouth more than once, his pupils wide.
Over the next few weeks, Steve's gaze on Eddie's mouth gets hotter, his looks longer, and it's killing him. All he wants to do, all he ever wants to do, is close the distance between them, appease the gnawing beast of desire in his chest.
But Steve has a girlfriend.
They don't talk about her, not even when he knows all about Steve's best friend, Robin, and the gang of kids who adopted him, or Joyce and Hopper, his surrogate parents. Never Nancy.
He tries not to read into it.
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They're supposed to meet for dinner. Steve scored reservations at a trendy new restaurant, but Eddie's late. Astronomically, horrifically late. It's pouring rain, it takes fifteen minutes to get a cab, traffic is a nightmare.
Out of patience and time, he decides to run the last few blocks to the restaurant. By the time he reaches the building, he's soaked to the bone, spluttering harsh breaths through mouthfuls of rain.
Steve is walking in the opposite direction, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat.
"Steve?" He calls.
He turns and this is the first time Eddie's seen him angry. "You're late," Steve's eyes rake over him, and his face softens in an instant. He takes Eddie's wrist, leads him into an alley where the buildings are close enough to block some of the rain.
"What happened?"
"Traffic."
Steve's gaze go all soft and gentle, and Eddie's knees buckle a little. "You look like a drowned rat."
"Yeah, well." Eddie scoffs. "We can't all be beautiful movie stars."
"You're more beautiful than I could ever be, even soaking wet."
He shakes his head, ignoring the cascade of butterflies; Steve shouldn't say things like that. His vigorous movement sends wet strands of hair slapping him in the face.
Steve reaches out, softly brushes it back.
Eddie stops breathing.
Steve closes the distance between them.
What a thing, to be kissed by Steve Harrington. What a terrible, glorious thing.
He breaks it fast, face red, can't catch his breath. "Nancy," is all he can say.
"Nancy?"
"You have a girlfriend."
Steve's face scrunches. "She's not my girlfriend."
Eddie's mouth drops. "Yes, she is." They went to the Oscars together.
"Eddie." Steve takes a few steps back. "Eddie. I'm gay."
He laughs, an ugly honking thing. "C'mon. What could she possibly get out of that?"
Steve's eyes widen, eyebrows reaching his hairline, mouth pursed in a bitchy line. It takes Eddie a minute but, "Ohhhhh. So, it's all--?"
"It was the best way."
"But you're--?"
"I thought you clocked me immediately! Wham!???"
"That was because of the jacket!"
"Have you ever met a straight man who dresses like I do and likes George Michael??"
"That describes five dudes I see a day!"
"And you thought they were straight??"
Eddie stares into the middle distance, replaying some of those interactions, and--"Huh. Okay. I get hit on at work waaay more than I realized."
"For fuck's sake, Eddie!" He's shaking his head, but Eddie sees the way the corners of his mouth shake with suppressed laughter.
"I'm sorry! You have a very public straight relationship!"
Steve giggles, pulls Eddie close. "Is this okay?"
"So okay."
"You do like me back?"
"Are you kidding! Thought I was going insane, how much I want you."
"And now?"
"Come back to my place?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
And Eddie, he's seen Steve playing at love dozens of times, but this--right here, in a soggy, smelly alley where they're both soaking wet--it's more perfect than any movie.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#romcom#meet cute#mutual pining#misunderstandings#banter#actor steve harrington#regular guy eddie munson#nancy and steve have a pr relationship#fake dating#nancy and steve beard for each other#steve thinks eddie knows he's gay#eddie does NOT#hijinks#didn't know how to work this in but it's ronance
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i want to ride yuuji so bad and then start crying cause heâs so thick and big and then have his strong arms wrap around me and then he starts thrusting up and weâre both drooling and moaning that would be a dream
18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: good girl, good girl, GOOD GIRL!
heâs cooing at you while caressing your cheeks and wiping your tears away, and itâs all so goddamn sweet that it outright hurts; in a good way, though.
always in a good way when itâs with him.
especially because he does it so effortlessly? being kind is like second nature to someone like yuuji and itâs hard not to melt into a puddle of gooey emotions and spill even more tears when heâs looking up at you with hearts in his warm honey-coloured eyes and thereâs this prominently lovestruck look on his face that makes him look even dumber than he already is.
but heâs also cute, awfully so. his hair is an absolute mess, his lips are in the colour of dark pink from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed, and his skin burns so hot that heâs sweating like crazy underneath the thick hoodie that heâs still got on. youâve been in such a rush to get him inside you that youâre both still completely dressed, aside from the bits of clothing that have been tugged down and pushed to the side in order to make the entire thing easier for you, of course.
however, having all these layers on is simply excruciating. the heat makes him pant and causes his chest to heave in a faster rhythm than normal; and all those breaths make it somewhat hard to get all the praise that he feels for you out of his system.
but yuuji is no quitter. so he swallows the runny saliva that keeps on gathering in his mouth between sentences and threatens to spill past the corner of his lips. itâs audible and it makes his adamâs apple bob in his throat, and yet he still manages to thank you in hushed, trembling whispers and broken grunts and moans.
he thanks you for being such a good girlfriend; for being so willing to give it a chance when it comes to riding him and taking him in all the way, despite the fact that itâs only been a couple of days since heâs taken your virginity and your most sensitive parts are still sore and tender from all the gentle pounding â but pounding nevertheless â he had done after getting his first taste.
you feel heat sear your face as you listen to the jumble of gratitude heâs putting before you and look at him from underneath your lashes, trying to not pay mind how tears still cling to them as stubbornly as ever.
this entire thing has not gone the way youâve imagined it to go at all and itâs frustrating as hell. and how couldnât it be? i mean, youâve known how big he is, have known how it feels to have him inside you, but jesus fucking christ, this position is nowhere as easy as missionary had been â and even then youâd struggled a great deal.
because now, youâre the one who has to do all the work while he sits there, looking pretty, sometimes eyeing how your arousal glistens on his pubic hair, even though your clit hasnât come anywhere near to kissing the spot from how much of a hard time youâre having when it comes to sitting on his dick entirely.
if only you could justâ
âhey,â he says the word with such care as he cups your cheek that it sends butterflies twirling in your belly. his hand is just so big, it urges you to pet yourself against it like a little kitty. âyou okay?â yet another look thatâs brimming with concern is thrown your way. âwe donât have to do this if itâs too much, you know⊠just tell me.â
âdid you really mean all that?â you mumble the exact moment his hands reach for your hips, clearly aiming to manhandle you into a position that youâd be able to endure a bit better.
âmean what?â he asks, glancing downwards just for a second as your hands stop his own. his cock twitches in response â heâs always been such a sucker for hand holding and this time is no exception. when your fingers intertwine, his heart sings in answer.
âthat iâm a good girl?â the eye contact that you initiate in return is determined instead of anxious all of a sudden and it makes his pupils visibly dilate right in front of you.
it seems like youâre no quitter either.
ââcourse i did,â yuuji replies in a heartbeat, cherishing how you squeeze around him whenever he gives you his approval, his praise. âyouâre such a good girl, my good girl, the goodest girl to ever walk the good girl planet... they should make you mayor of goodie town.â
you giggle at that and his smile quivers with pleasure from how it makes your pussy tighten even more. heâs doing everything he can not to grab you, press you against his chest and just follow instinct and start slamming away.
maybe next time⊠maybe youâll be ready for it next time.
âyouâre so silly,â you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, though this time on the forehead. his skin tastes salty, and while it may be wrong, knowing that youâre not the only one thatâs having a hard time right now makes you feel just a little bit calmer.
unbeknownst to you, the fact that youâre more relaxed allows you to take yet another inch of him inside you. your muscles slacken and his fat cockhead drags against your walls as a result, slipping and pushing in, in, in. the ring of cloudy white slick forms just a little below the lower half of his cock now, stretching you further and making your tummy feel hot and tingly.
itâs definitely progress.
and it makes poor yuuji moan straight into your mouth.
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âHey,â Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin.Â
âHmm.â you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder.Â
âYou know youâre beautiful, right?âÂ
âSatoruâŠâ you do your half-awkward laugh, half-breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin.Â
âYou are. You truly are,â he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know heâs being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims that he wants to fully see you as best as he can.Â
Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you canât help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesnât he know that heâs the beautiful one? That heâs the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last?Â
âWe all know youâre the beautiful one, Satoru,â you respond, looking over his shoulder. When youâre met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child.Â
He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. âWhy do you always do that? Why donât you ever believe me?âÂ
You keep your eyes closed. âYou know why, SatoruâŠâ You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers.Â
âIâm yours forever, you know? Thereâs no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. Youâre stuck with me, baby.â
âSo youâve said.â You hate when youâre not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you donât tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.
He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again.Â
âIâll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.âÂ
You sigh, âWill you now?â
You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You canât ever let him go.Â
âI will, every single day.â You donât mention that he already does. âYouâre so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.â
You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face. Â
âAlright, Sa- Oh!â Youâre cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. âSatoru!âÂ
He winks at you, patting your ass. âI know a few other ways I can show you that I think youâre beautiful.âÂ
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would you ever write about hotch pining after r because he thinks sheâs interested in someone else but then she confesses to him that sheâs only ever had eyes for him đ„č
Youâre shocked Hotch will let them look at him, honestly. When was the last time you saw Hotch receive medical attention? He doesnât seem happy about it, suit jacket folded in his lap, his shirt cut in three places, most noticeably the left sleeve.Â
âHis arm is definitely broken,â Spencer tells you.Â
âDo you think heâll let me give him some comfort?â you ask, the two of you with your arms crossed against the side of the second ambulance, where Morgan undergoes a similarly reluctant checkup for his bloody temple.Â
âNo. You can always try, though. Heâll appreciate the effort.âÂ
You ready yourself with a deep breath and begin the short walk. It feels long then suddenly over at the same time. The only thing between you and Hotch now is a shoeâs width and the EMT securing his temporary sling.Â
âTheyâre making me an emergency appointment,â he tells you.Â
You fight the urge to rub the toe of your shoe into the ground. âAre you in pain?âÂ
âNo. They gave me tramadol.âÂ
Hotch pushed you hard out of the way of a brawl and took blows meant for you in turn. He never lets you get hurt in the field. At first youâd assumed him to be the overprotective boss, and careful of women in the team, but youâve caught on now that his motivation wells from somewhere deeper.Â
Hotch loves you. He wonât tell you. You have no idea why.Â
The EMT says sheâll return and takes her leave. You nod to the patch of metal flooring beside him, legs too tired to keep standing, and Hotch moves over to leave a gap between you suitable for turning into. You sit down with a sigh. Face to face, this close, you can see the different colours of his iris and the scar under his eyebrow clear as day.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âAre you?â he asks with nothing more than a single short nod.Â
âIâm worried about you,â you confess. âI wish you wouldnât do that. I can take care of myself, okay? I donât like you getting hurt in my place.âÂ
âIâm your Unit Chief.âÂ
âIf it were Morgan, you wouldnât have pushed him out of the way. If it were Emily. And we both know I can hold my own.â
He doesnât look away from your face. âI know.âÂ
Youâre finding it hard to want to scold him. You love him, too. You appreciate what it takes for him to take a fight that was meant for you, and the sentiment behind it. Youâd quite like for him to protect you, just not at work. He could glare down potential suitors or argue with people who are rude to you at the grocery store. He doesnât need to do your job for you.Â
You raise your hand tentatively to his face, ignoring his confusion as you rake the hair that falls against his forehead back up. âItâs getting a little long for you.âÂ
âIâve been busy.âÂ
âMe too. I keep meaning to do so much stuff but we get home and I get to my apartment and I just sleep for days.âÂ
âI wish I did something that sensible.âÂ
You curl your fingers over his shoulder. Without his suit jacket, you can feel the solidness of his muscle and soft tissue clearly. You rub your thumb in a half circle.Â
âWhy donât you sleep much? I wish you would.âÂ
His eyes flare momentarily. His only tell, a flicker of movement you canât miss. Heâs surprised by something, your question, maybe your tone. âI do sleep.âÂ
âNot enough.âÂ
âNo, I guess not.âÂ
You press your cheek to his arm. Canât help yourself. Heâs this strong, stern guy, so used to trying to save everyone that he barely looks after himself, and it makes you sad to think heâd love you and not want to tell you, because why wouldnât he? Something in him must stop him from acting on it, but that something isnât in you, not anymore. âCanât believe you got your arm broken for me,â you murmur, lips to his shirt. You let out a breath, feel the warmth of it pass onto his skin and his following shudder.Â
âIt wasnât purposeful.âÂ
âNo? Thatâs good.âÂ
âI would do it again,â he says. âI thought youâd be with Morgan.âÂ
âMorganâs a big boy.âÂ
âAs opposed to me.âÂ
âI want to be here with you. Iâm worried about you.â You press your face further into his arm, scared to say it even though you know itâs returned. âI care about you so much, ânâ you never let me show it.â
âThatâs not true,â âhis voice climbs higherâ âI thought⊠You and Derek are close.âÂ
âHeâs my friend, Hotch. Itâs not like that.âÂ
Hesitant, tender all the same, Hotchâs uninjured arm slinks around your side to hold you, to bring you closer to his side where youâre hiding. Youâre much too old for this, and still you have to confess.Â
âI donât like him,â you say.Â
âAs opposed to me.âÂ
You laugh at his repetition. Too embarrassed to say anything more on the subject but wanting to cement it in his head, you raise your head and your hand at the same time, knuckle to his jawline, nudging him to one side. You lean up and kiss his cheek.Â
âPlease donât push me out of the way again,â you say.Â
Hotch smiles at you, a proper, soft-eyed smile. âI wonât.âÂ
Itâs an obvious lie.Â
âMaybe when we go home we can nap together,â you suggest, heart slamming considering the innocence of what youâve suggested.Â
His fingers cradle your side. âYou want to?â he asks carefully.Â
âYou can finally get some rest.âÂ
He closes his eyes, resting his face against yours.Â
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Hi!! I love your work, if your ok with it can you do Sub! Rafe?? He basically just lets the reader top him but he starts getting all subby on her and cries bc of how good it feels.
masterlist ko-fi ao3
requests are open
word count: 2.1k.
warnings: smut, sub Rafe, p in v, blow job, unprotected sex, tying up, multiple orgasms, creampie
a/n: let's fucking gooo. I have been WAITING for someone to ask me to write this because I love, love, love subby Rafe. so thank you for the request and hope you'll like this oneđ
âJust let me try it one time, please.â You looked up at your boyfriend and gave him the best puppy eyes, knowing that no matter how much he refused, he could never tell you no. âYouâll like it, and if you don't, you can just say a word and Iâll stop.âÂ
âI wonât like it.â Rafe grumbled, rubbing his forehead in frustration. You were asking him to let you be on top, to control everything, and especially him, for the first time. He was scared to let someone do that to him, but at the same time, the smallest part of him craved it crazily. âBut we can try.â
You squeaked in happiness, then reached up to hold the back of Rafeâs neck to bring him into the heated kiss. The atmosphere in the room quickly shifted when you started moaning into each other's mouths, with hands gripping whatever body part they could find.Â
You slowly bucked Rafe closer to the bed, then pushed him back on the plush blanket. He grumbled again, but still obediently moved up and was laid back on the pillow, clearly waiting for you.Â
With a teasing smile on your face, you took his leather belt off the floor and straddled him. âGimme your hands.â You lowered your body, giving Rafe a quick peck on the lips, and started fixating his hands to the metal headboard.Â
The position that you were in gave Rafe an amazing look at your tits, which were spilling out of your bra behind your silk robe. He licked his lips, at that moment not even caring about anything else; his eyes were too focused on your body right in front of his face.Â
You pulled back, making sure that his hands were secure and he couldnât free himself without your notice, then took a second to admire your boyfriend. Rafe was now all yours, laying under you without a shirt on and only in your favorite gray sweatpants. Your eyes trailed down his body, gawking at his shoulders, biceps, chest and abs. Just looking at it made you go into a spiral.Â
âNow⊠Iâm going to do everything that you always do with me, and if youâre being good, youâll get a reward.â You tilted your head to the side playfully, your nails scratching his toned skin from his neck down to the belly button, feeling the way muscles twitched under your fingers.Â
Rafe wasnât fully listening to you, to be honest. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, the image of you sitting on top of him, your robe high on your thighs and almost exposing your boobs, was making him painfully hard.Â
âTake it off. I need to see you.â He demanded as usual, already feeling agitated with the way he couldnât take control of everything like he used to.Â
âYouâre not giving orders right now. Ask nicely and Iâll think about it.â Rafe's hands moved unconsciously as he tried to touch you, but the belt stopped him. You smirked, leaning lower until your lips were right above his chest. You kissed his heated skin while looking him in the eyes, moving lower and lower until you reached the hem of his sweatpants.Â
âBaby, please.â He breathed out desperately.Â
Not giving in, you trailed your nail right above his pants, making his hips twitch upwards in search of more contact.Â
âYou said you wouldn't like it, hm?â You arched an eyebrow, pointing to the very obvious bulge. Rafe huffed and his face was slightly flashed. He was too stubborn to admit it, but seeing the actual reaction of his body was everything you needed to know. âAsk me politely, Rafe.âÂ
âTouch me.â He breathed out, closing his eyes, and once again tested the beltâs hold on his hands. âPlease. I need it.âÂ
âMhm, so you can be nice?â Sliding your fingers under the waistband, you finally pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock, painfully hard and with a leaking tip, bounced against his lower abdomen and you couldnât help but wrap your hand around it.Â
Rafe moaned at your touch, throwing his head back against the pillow and then biting on the flesh of his stretched-out bicep. The next thing he felt was your soft tongue licking him from the bottom up, focusing and swirling around his swollen head.Â
âFuck! Shitâdon't tease me like this, baby.â With parted lips and hooded eyes, he looked down at you, and the image alone of you standing on your hands and knees with his cock in your mouth could send him into space. Maintaining eye contact, you used your tongue exactly like you knew he liked until Rafe couldnât hold back anymore and you heard that pretty whining noise. âIâm closeââ
As soon as you heard these words, you pulled away, leaving him on the edge and desperate for more. âOh, Iâm sorry, but youâre not getting it that easily.â You finally untangled the silk belt of your robe, letting it freely slide down your arms. Rafe drooled at the sight in front of him, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.Â
Never in his life had he wanted something so desperately, like he wanted to touch you right now. It was the sweetest torture to see your perfect body right in front of his hungry eyes but not being able to feel it.Â
âI need to touch you. Please, let me do it.â He mumbled, his pupils dilated and his eyes were much darker than before. Rafe pulled his hands again, making metal cling against metal, but you just shook your head.Â
âYou can only watch; no touching, baby.â You observed the way his eyes got shut tightly, head pushed against the pillow and he huffed, mumbling something incoherent. Youâve never seen Rafe act like this, being so open and emotional, so vulnerable infront of you. The way he needed you made you squeeze your thighs on either side of his body as another wave of arousal washed over you. âIâll make you feel good.âÂ
Finally unclipping your bra, you maneuvered to pull your panties down your legs, then returned back on top of Rafe. His cock was placed right next to your pussy, just barely touching your sensitive folds.Â
Your hand wrapped around him again, pumping his cock a few times, before slightly moving up and sliding the mushroom head against your pussy lips.Â
âOh fuckââ Rafe moaned, looking down there with hooded eyes. He was leaking with precum and your movements only made it mix with your wetness and glister on his length. Your mouth slightly opened, moaning too, when his cock finally got caught in your entrance and with one smooth motion, he slipped inside.Â
It was euphoric.Â
âOh my god, Rafe! You feel so good inside.â You pressed your hands on Rafeâs abs, testing your ability to move on him without any help. He filled you perfectly, stretching you to the brim and hitting all the right places, making you throw your head back in delight. You moved up, leaving only the tip, and then pushed down with a loud slap of the skin.Â
âNo-no-no, holy shiiit.â It happened before you could register it, but with a few circular motions of your hips, Rafeâs cock twitched inside of you and you felt a familiar, warm feeling inside of you. With your mouth open in shock, you looked down, seeing the evidence of Rafeâs orgasm on your thighs as his cum started sliding down around his cock. Then you looked back at him seeing even more flushed cheeks and glossy eyes. âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm so sorry, I couldnât stop myselfââÂ
During the whole time that you were dating, Rafe had never finished before you, always dragging a few orgasms out of you, not to mention that it had never happened that fast. Always so determined to make you feel good, he could hold back for hours, just enjoying teasing you. But thinking that you could pent him up to the point when he couldnât control his body, made you want to do to him the dirtiest things.Â
âHey, hey, itâs okay.â You soothed him, leaning forward to reach his face and distracting him with a kiss. Your pussy spasmed around his softened cock, making you both moan in each other's mouths. âI need you to give me another one, baby.â You straightened back, teasingly moving your ass in a circle and observing Rafeâs reaction.Â
He whinedâhe literally whined at the overstimulation, trying to move his cock away while at the same time craving more. The headboard squeaked under his strong pulls, barely able to restrain Rafeâs desires. He wanted you. He wanted you so fucking badly. To just put his hands on your body, roll you on your back and fuck the living shit out of you. He wanted to make that aching feeling in the pit of his stomach go away, because even though he just came, he needed more and it was killing him.Â
âFuck yourself on me. Use me.âÂ
âMmm, youâre so sweet when youâre begging me, Rafey.â You teased, now feeling his fully erect cock giving you so much-needed fullness again. With your hands on his chest, you started bouncing up and down, swirling your hips to drag more moans and groans out of Rafe. âYouâre feeling me up exactly the way I need it. Always so good for me, baby. Such a good boy.â
âY-yeah, Iâm good for you, and I need to feel you cumming around me.â You nodded eagerly, quickening your pace. His brows kneaded in concentration and eyes got laser-focused on the place where you two were connected. Seeing his cum, mixed with your wetness, dripping down his shaft and smirging all over yours and his things was more than Rafe could handle. ââs too muchââÂ
âIâm gonna cum. Cum with me, baby. I need to feel how you fill me up again. Can you be good and do that for me?â Your hand reached to Rafeâs face, gripping his jaw until you felt him nod back to you. His eyes suddenly became more reddish, showing off your favorite blues in contrast with tears on his waterline. His lips parted again as he seemingly got closer to his second orgasm.Â
You clenched around his cock, slightly moving forward to align your clit with his pelvis to create perfect friction. Your bounces got sloppier and less accurate as the blood-rushing noise in your ears became more and more noticeable.Â
You both came almost at the same time, moaning each otherâs names in bliss. He shot rope after rope of hot semen up your quivering pussy, encouraging you to keep moving and squeezing him. Your cunt was milking every last drop, as you felt extremely greedy to get everything that you could.Â
Looking up, you saw Rafe with tightly shut eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks. He was panting, trying to catch a breath and clenching his fists against the restraints. You fell forward on his sweaty chest, reaching up to unbuckle the belt.Â
The second Rafeâs hands were free, he put them on your body, touching, gropping and claiming you again, despite the pain of being in an uncomfortable position for too long. He finally sprawled them on your back, not letting you move even for an inch.Â
After spending at least ten minutes in that exact position, with his balls deep in you, and in complete silence, you both couldnât believe what just happened. When the fog finally cleared out of his brain, Rafe slightly pushed you to lay face-to-face on your sides.Â
âWhat the fuck have you done to me, baby?â He whispered against your skin. âYou made me cum like a fucking teenager who had his first sex.â
âI just showed you that you donât have to always be in charge of everything. I can take care of you too.â You pushed Rafeâs sweaty bangs away, throwing your leg over his hip so it would be more comfortable for him to stay in the warmth of your body. He trembled in your hands, hiding his face in your hair and breathing in your scent.
You knew that he felt vulnerable and exposed at that moment, so you didnât say anything further, just giving Rafe some comfort with your touch and presence.Â
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Continuing from This Drabble about you and your BF Katsuki answering sex questions about each other<3
Black Female Reader x Katsuki Bakugo , mentions of panty stealer bakugo, slight smut???
âOkay uh, how do you rate your partners kisses 1-10.â
â9â
â9?! Muthafucka I taught you how to kissâ-â
âYou always push back first like you canât handle it, it pisses me off.â
âI like breathing.â
âSo.â
Rolling your eyes, âI was ganna say 12/10, but since youâre being a bitchââ
âSo, 12/10 got it. Next.â
âDoes your partner have any dirty secrets?âŠoooh.â-â
âMâgoing to bed.â Bakugo immediately gets up to take off his tank top seeing as he was going to sleep in your dorm tonight, but as the shirt clung to his semi flexing biceps you grab him, âNo, y/n.â
âOh câmon boy are the secrets THAT bad?! Iâll tell you mine at leastâ-fuck.â He considers for a moment. Curiosity weighing heavier than his will to sleep at the moment, âYou ass.â
âWhat did you call meââ
âI thinkâŠâ You place two fingers on his soft lips, âOne secret is thatâŠâŠâŠ.one time, when you were out on work study you left your black tank top in my roomâŠ.andâŠ.i missed youâŠ.and i was ovulating so iâŠ.put on your tank top and âŠ.playedâŠwith myself.â
The air was thick, itâs as if Bakugo took it as he grew closer to you while speaking, there wasnât much to make him speechless but dammit thatâs a new one.
Fuck. Thatâs actually more sexier than he wants to admit right now. He crossed his legs, hoping a tent wonât form in his grey sweats and noticed your eyes wandering at every part of your room but his eyes.
âIâŠmoaned your name too.â
âYouâŠyou damnâŠ.pervert fuckâ-â His voice almost broke into a groan, looking away also embarrassed you knew he didnât mean it in a malicious way from how he looked back at you, Adamâs Apple bobbing up and down, âStop acting fucking weird. You did it. Who cares. As long as it was MY name you moaned.â
âOf course dumbass. I only want youâŠâ
Bakugo felt his ears burning, already annoyed he was flustered once he groaned, âI took your panties once.â
âWhat?â
âWhy the hell would you wear that lacy frilly shit during class in that short ass skirt? Itâs like you want those idiots to see you.â
âThat CANNOT be the reasonââ
âIT IS. If youâre ganna wear âem wear them IN OUR dorms you dumbass.â
ââŠwell.â
âWell what.â He pouts.â
âWell where the fuck are they I like wearing them after I get waxed.â
Bakugo hesitates, not wanting to actually answer mainly because he doesnât just have ONE pair of panties. But a few. âIâll show you later.â
âTch.â You mock his sounds, âEver use âem to masturbate?â
âShut the fuck up.â
You giggle, you can only imagine what his perverted ass has done with them. And the last time you seen them was in your hamper so you assumed they got lost somewhere in the laundry. Honestly itâs kindaâŠ.interesting heâs telling you this.
âDoes your partner have any noâs during?â
âIâm not calling you a bitch.â
âAw.â You sarcastically sigh, âWhy.â
âWhy the hell would I call you out your nameââ
âYou called me your slut yesterday.â
ââŠSlip of the tongue.â He crosses his arms like a child, making you giggle. âSorry.â
âNo need to apologize it was hot.â You say adjusting yourself closer to him, you could actually feel the heat from his body rise as you kept speaking, âItâs fine. Degrading isnât something Iâd need from you anyway.â
âI donât get that kink, who the hell likes to be disrespected by someone theyâŠare yâknow with.â
You shrug, you understand why certain people have kinks, but itâs hard to put in words for someone like Katsuki. Heâs a very simple man when it comes to relationships. Almost traditional and old fashion which is what charmed you the most about him. He never even called you a bitch before in any sense nor has he ever told you anything that would genuinely hurt your feelings, âSome people are just into that.â You concluded, your boyfriend looks at you with an unresolved look, but accepts it anyway. Weirdos.
âI wouldnât hit you either. Like in the face or anything. Only on the assâ
âGood because my face is too pretty for that.â Katsuki smirks at you, youâre absolutely right youâre too pretty for him to hit.
âNobody else.â
âHm?â
ââŠNobody else is allowed to join us.â
Squinting for a moment his statement clicks , âOH! No threesomes and stuff. Oh yeah of course not. If I see you with any other girl Iâll kill you and her.â
Katsuki swallowed his laughter, masking it with a clearing of his throat, your eyes not tearing from his making sure he knew you were serious. You donât scare him typically, but he knew the moments when you genuinely had an aura about you that screamed âFucking try to play with me.â And this was one of those moments. âYou look at me like I didnât just fucking say ââ
âI know.â Your voice cracked a little trying to cover up the jealous tone you were about to spew out. Just the thought of Katsuki touching another girl had you upset.
Little did you know it was the same for him with you.
âAnything else?â
âI wonât do race or age play.â
âWhat the hellâŠ?â-â
âWell I am black so obviously no and then you have age play which is just a cute way of saying you like childrenâ-â
âWHAT?â
You pause to cover up his loud mouth with your small hands, âSSSHH! Before we get in trouble again!âŠanyway moving on!â
Not wanting to argue, he takes your laptop and smacks your hand away, âWhat is something you DONT like that your partner does during sex.â
âTake my laptop away from me.â
He strikes you and look, he doesnât say anything verbally but he says âquit fucking aroundâ with his eyes, admitting defeat that he wonât give you back your laptop you sit back and think for a moment.
âEhâŠOh! I donât like that you wonât let me ride you.â
Damn it.
He had a feeling youâd say that too. Bakugo scratches the back of his neck roughly while letting out a groan. Throwing his head back a little he side eyes you, âWhy do you wanna be on top so bad. Iâm the man I shouldââ
âItâs not even about dominating you or anything you can still fuck me from below, âSuki. Youâll still have all the power.â
Bakugo has seen porn videos where the guy fucks up into the girl. Even some where the man is straight up holding the girl up and pumps her full. Itâs so erotic he couldnât even finish the video, but even though he enjoys vanilla sex, he is quite certain riding him isnât too far off from what he likes.
Besides he loves having your tits bounce in his face and feeling your nipples practically bounce into his mouth makes up of great reason.
ââŠFine. But when IâM ready.â
âYaaaayy mkayâŠ.now what is something YOU donât like about me.â
âYouâre ganna be pissed.â
Your smiles immediately transforms into a straighten line, âUh oh.â
âI donât âŠlike when you cum too fast.â
It was a bit embarrassing yet confusing to hear. Clearly that means heâs doing a good job so why â
âBecause I want to keep fucking you.â Bakugo speaks up as if he read your inner thoughts, all you could do was blink a few times at him, and he continued more, âEven though I donât cum until after you do which isnât that long, sometimes I wanna keep going. Iâve timed it, the moment I start fucking you sex only last about 6-8 minutes.â
âThatâs average. Some people are 2-3 minutes.â You spoke with an unimpressed and deadpanned voice mostly because this sounded ludicrous to you and Bakugo seen it in your expression causing him to sigh in annoyance. âShouldnât your ego be filled knowing you make me cum fast?â
âYeah, but â-fuck sue me for wanting more. And donât say some shit like Iâm a nympho or some shit because thatâs fucking disgusting and those freaks are usually only in a relationship to fuckâ-â
âOKAY OKAY CALM DOWN, BOY!â His voice kept getting louder and louder and you refused to have another write up because you have him in your dorm past curfewâŠagain. âI get it though.â
âYou want to be overstimulated.â
What? Bakugo scrunched yo his eyebrows. He never heard that term before used when talking about sex.
âOverstimulated means âŠwell⊠showing you is actually better than telling you.â
In an instant Bakugoâs furrowed eyebrows soften, his gaze transitioned from confused to darker and subtly lustful. You felt the vibe of the room change so quickly you practically had to clear your throat to make him focus again.
âSo the next questionâŠâ
âNah, show me.â He firmly shuts your computer and places it on your nightstand. Arms still crossed, âShow me what that word means or should I look up a video and figure it out myself.â
ââŠ.yâcan.â
It wasnât ideal for your evening to end like this with him, but itâs just you and your slightly horny boyfriend watching porn videos.
Whatâs the worse that can happen?
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OBSESSED: TOJI
A/N: Youâre booked. Busy. Filled to the brim with board meetings. Then your car decides to stop functioning. Thereâs one mechanic shop open and somehow they seem to only hire Godâs sweetest eye candy. One of which keeps getting stuck in the back of your throat. UhâI meanâ
S/N: Toji Mother-Fucking (literally) Fushiguro. Idk why it took me so long to feature this green-eyed monster but I am foaming at the mouth for this AU, him, and his lil vampy co-worker. Toji girlies, canât WAIT to rush Toji Tau Sigma this fall đââïž
C/W: âŠ.heâs his own CW. Mature, 18+. MDNI.Â
Art credit: yashaliart_01 on insta
Music: for the love of God if you donât listen to Obsessed x Mariah Carey Iâm calling the coast guard. Reader wants to pretend Toji is not her newest vice so BAD. Ive never laughed so hard and been so painfully turned on writing a piece. SOMEONE tell me not to make this a series RN.
âCan I get a little help here?â
Toji grabs the rag nestled in the back pocket of his heavy work cargos. Charcoal ink stains the fabric.Â
Bugatti engines are such a bitch. And make a mess like one too.Â
âHello? Am I talking to a wall or..?â
And just like that, youâve earned yourself a few more seconds of silence.Â
The mechanicâs Evergreen gaze and satisfied smirk peer back at him in the mirror. Not even a second passes before you ensnare him in your fiery scrutiny.Â
Ahh, yes. Just his type.Â
You are mean.Â
With a sexy fucking silhouette. An angry merlot painted on those beautiful, pouted lips. A fresh manicure and keys to your Benz dig into hips that have definitely stopped traffic.Â
The mirror image isnât enough of a bite. Toji needs a real taste, so he turns around to lock eyes with his new favorite unsatisfied customer.Â
âMornin, doll.âÂ
âNice of you to grace me with your presence! I was starting to think no one worked here.âÂ
Melodramatic, the way you narrow your gaze to bring his name tag into focus. Itâs hot, though. All this sarcasm and irritation.Â
ââToji? Is it?â You hiss venom. Clearly thereâs a point youâre in a hurry to make.Â
But..
itâs 7:13 AM on a lovely Monday morning. Birds are singing. The Red Bull he just downed was particularly delicious. Life is good, right now.Â
Toji has all the time in the world.Â
Heâs in no rush. Especially when a stunning, uptight, bratty little thing â sorry, career woman â like you woke up and chose him to be your personal punching bag.Â
And heâs built to take hits. From fists much, much larger than yours, gorgeous. Â
âToji, it is. What can I do for you, darlin?âÂ
And he knew that sweet, innocent pet name would dump diesel fuel all over those pretty flames.Â
You ramble off your full name as if he is going to use it. By the time heâs through with you, you wonât have any use for it either.Â
His name, though. Youâll have plenty use for his name.Â
ââŠand when the stupid thing turns on this morning, the dash light wonât turn off.âÂ
Toji lands on earth just in time to clasp the car keys shoved into his chest. Youâre gawking at him. Expecting a fury of motion and urgency. Because your charming little fingers demand it.Â
So accustomed to time stopping and starting on your watch, arenât you?Â
âYouâre so pretty.â Toji responds with a shit eating grin.Â
Just for the huffing and puffing youâre currently displaying. Sputtering about how unprofessional he is. And how much work you have to get done.Â
Adorable.Â
Toji slips past your disdain and makes his way to the front door. Matte black G-Wagon with a champagne interior. The vision of you behind the wheel, scowling at traffic, in your tailored dress and stilettos makes his cock twitch.Â
âSheâs a beauty.â He calls from the driver seat.Â
âThatâs why I bought it. Can you please pick up the pace a little?â
Both arms are folded across your chest, eyes rolling at his wasted breath stating the obvious.Â
Youâre going to look phenomenal when he has those defiant arms pinned above your head. Heâll diminish those daggers in your eyes to tears. And make those puffy lips whimper for mercy.Â
Toji will have you begging him to pick up the pace in no time. Your snarky comment was just a test run.Â
The mechanic lets out a low chuckle, his eyes scan the dash for the source of your apparent distress.Â
The tire pressure gauge.Â
Really, gorgeous? This is why youâre screwed so tightly this morning?Â
It should take approximately 3 minutes to fix. But thereâs no way Toji is letting you slip away from his skilled fingers so easily. Not when you need to be unwound.
Unraveled bit by bit until youâre a warm, sweet, puddle of manners and gratitude.Â
âAlright, babydollââ
âMy name isââ
âIâll have my guys get to workin on it, sweetheart.âÂ
He can play this game all day. You scoff. Temporarily placated by his promise of a fix.Â
âItâs an all day job, though.â Tojiâs right hand man comes into view.Â
The only other guy in the shop (on the planet) to get as much play as he does without meaning to.Â
Women are insane about his stupid, empty-headed, love-drunk stare. And the purple rings around his eyes like the last time he got sleep was in his motherâs womb. Always giggling and asking about âthe hot one with the pigtailsâ and âthe pretty one with the tattoo on his nose.â
If he were a less confident man, Toji wouldâve called someone else over. But the kid gets his antics.Â
And today is going to be stuffed with them.Â
âChoso! Can you take this beauty to the back for repair?âÂ
Draculaâs first born is sporting his hair down today. Already a bit damp from work. He gives you a once over, then offers a smile that evaporates underwear off of women.Â
âHappy to. Which beauty am I taking to the back?â
âHa, quit your lover boy shit.â Toji teases, and you sneer at his hypocrisy.Â
âThe car, big guy. Have it ready by 5:00, yeah?â
â5:00 pm?â You do a thing with your hands eventually landing on your hips. And Tojiâs dick leaks like a virgin.Â
âWell, there must be a courtesy rental. My first meeting starts in an hour.â
âIâm so sorry, miss. We donât have that.âÂ
Kamo, you slick fuck.Â
Choso apologizes with his signature puppy-eyes and half open mouth. Even you, made of sharp words and soft curves. Goddess of Fire and Ice, you melt under his gaze.Â
Toji snickers to himself, while you stutter to a shockingly patient understanding.Â
Something about the boy looking half asleep and like he canât string letters together to spell his own name always does the trick. Leaving you wide open for the kill.Â
âTell you what, sweetheart.â Toji moves in with an assassinâs expertise.Â
âConsider me your courtesy rental.â
âIâm sorryâwhat?â You flicker between the two smiles, rightfully suspicious.Â
âIâll get you from point A to point B, safe and sound.â The mechanic offers again with a broad smile, dangling his own car keys in his hand.Â
Pensive eyes drop down to your watch. Board meetings start soon and he is offering a courtesy ride.Â
âFine.â Finally, a little submission.Â
âItâs a 10 minute drive. The high rise on the corner of Koen and Mitake street.âÂ
The financial district. No wonder why youâre so tightly wound.Â
âI know exactly, where we are going.â Toji beams. Beating your slender fingers to the passenger door. You barely mutter a âthanksâ before settling into the seat.Â
You in your heels. And suit jacket. And handbag that costs enough to feed a large family for 6 months. Nestled so perfectly into his passenger seat. Toji canât help but acknowledge how hard his dick is right now.Â
The career woman clearly doesnât approve of how fast he is hurling down corner streets. But you should understand, no? Places to be, and all that jazz?
âUh, Iâm sorry, where exactly are you taking me?â You perk up. Darting those beautiful warm eyes at the very short building in front of you.Â
Not the corner of Koen and Mitake street, but Tojiâs favorite coffee shop about 3 blocks over. The only place in the city that can get an Americano right - La Parisian.Â
Toji grins maniacally. Pulling his sports car into a front row spot.Â
âPoint A, darlin.â
âLook, I donât know what kind of game you are playing but I swearââ
âCâmonnn. Lighten up.â He turns to face your incredulous expression. You wear it well, by the way.
âPeople stand when you walk in a room.â He continues. âTheyâll still stand if youâre 5 minutes late and properly caffeinated.âÂ
Silence. Two huffs. A bitten lower lip. And one long, drawn out sigh.
âFine. 5 minutes, max. Then Iâve got to get going I haveââ
âMeetings baby, I know.â Toji finishes you off.Â
He steps out of the driverâs seat fast enough to be at your door before your fingers touch the handle.Â
The two of you walk in stride (in Tojiâs mind) to the cafe. Itâs adorable how you beeline towards the pastry display. Salivating over the various treats. Doing the thing women do, badgering the person manning the register about nutritional details.Â
As if your figure wouldnât make any living red-blooded human being fall to their knees.Â
âWhat can I get started for you?â The barista probes.Â
âIâll have a soy London Fog latte, please.â You flicker over to the dessert you think youâre leaving behind.Â
âAnd?â Toji probes. He taps the glass in front of the vanilla macaroon.
Another crack in the shield. You flash him a genuine smile for 0.04 seconds before turning back to the register.
ââŠand a vanilla macaroon, please.â Youâre cute when youâre sheepish.Â
âAnd Iâll have the largest iced Americano you can make, thanks.âÂ
Toji closes out the transaction and you two mosey over to a small table by a window. Your shoulders relax with the first sip of coffee.Â
A satisfied grin tugs on your chauffeurâs lips. He knew what you needed the second he laid eyes on you.Â
Much to your chagrin, and Tojiâs delight â conversation flows like a bottomless well between you. The second something warm and another thing sweet landed on your tongue â the shield crumbled down.Â
Youâre an account executive.Â
You work 80+ hour weeks.Â
Live in an uppity neighborhood with a Doberman named Rocky. You got him because you like walking around at night to clear your mind. Having a dog taller than you on its hind legs and probably twice your size has eased your anxiety about that.Â
You have a mean sweet tooth.Â
And youâre single. Have been for the last year or so.Â
âAnd not looking to change that anytime soon.â You reiterate, tossing him a look.Â
Toji holds his hands up in feigned defeat. âI wasnât planninâ on it, sweetheart.âÂ
Youâve warmed up to his pet names, albeit against your will. But youâre there. The both of you harmonize light-hearted laughter. Fitting together like missing puzzle pieces.
âYour eyes are so green.âÂ
A rather obvious observation of your own, after a few moments of comfortable silence.Â
As if your eyes donât bend time.Â
Toji catches his breath before responding.Â
âThey areâŠyour kids could have âem too, if you want.âÂ
You burst into another fit of giggles. Unknowingly driveling rogue pastry on your chin. Babbling on and on about how ridiculous he is. And how cheesy his pick up lines are.
Meanwhile, youâre sitting there all high powered and intelligent. With a smile that makes him want to be a better man than he is.Â
âŠand pastry all over your chin.Â
Yeah.Â
Heâs going to marry you one day.Â
Toji reaches over and swipes the macaroon off your chin. A sharp gasp tumbles from your lips, staring at his fingers. Which Toji slips into his mouth.Â
Heâs a betting man and would put money down on the fact that the dessert tastes exponentially better off of your skin.Â
âToji!!âÂ
âWhat else can I do for you?â Each word more smug than the last.Â
âYou couldâve told me I had food on my face!â Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you frown and Tojiâs cock throbs to life.Â
âWhy?â The mechanic shrugs. âI wanted to lick it off instead.âÂ
The choppy inhale is music to Tojiâs ears. You avoid him. Like the plague. Peeling your gaze away and planting it on the side window. Under the guise of people watching.Â
But Toji knows better.Â
He doesnât miss the way you struggle to swallow your last bite. Or your thighs coming together so aggressively beneath the small table, rip tides break the surface of his Americano.Â
âI felt that, baby.â Toji leans in. Shameless about the way he scans your face.Â
Your lips should be outlawed.
The bottom one is marginally fuller than the top, so it naturally hangs a bit open. Inviting the most vile thoughts from his cock. Tojiâs rational mind went to sleep the second you climbed into his passenger seat, princess.Â
âWhat?â You sputter, gulping down the rest of your U.K. cloudy cappuccino, or whatever.Â
âI donât know what youâre referring to.â Your voice is steady, but the fidgeting and cagey eye contact hold the truth.Â
Oh, really?Â
âYouâre squirming in your seat.â Toji counters, unblinking. Filling as much of your personal space as he can without tipping over.Â
âQuick to cross your legsââ
âToji!âÂ
Is your underwear as sticky as your face is flushed? Saliva pools in one direction, warm pre-cum pools in the other.Â
âYou are so out ofââ
âAll that talkinâ and you havenât denied it once, doll.â
Tojiâs palm digs into his crotch underneath the table. You are fucking his brain smooth with the raspberry blush along your nose and high cheeks. Sure, the sarcasm and ball-busting is hot, but this?Â
The Career Woman suddenly so flustered and shy?Â
Youâre already thawed out. All he needs to do is dive in.Â
Toji blinks back to reality when you rocket up from the table at warped speed. Your fingers clumsily fondle the zipper of your purse.Â
âExcuse me for a minute.â Youâre halfway to the restroom stalls by the end of your sentence.
The mechanic lasers down to the serpentine curve of your hips. Your plump, perky ass is just begging to be handled. Itâs a felony, the way your work dress hugs your body.Â
Is he really going to do this?
Heat slams into his groin. Wave after wave of lust slowly chipping at his teetering self-control.Â
You might slap him.Â
Call him a goddamn pervert.Â
âŠand just the thought of either of those things makes his dick beat against his zipper.Â
Fuck it.Â
Toji is slick, how he maneuvers his way over to the restrooms. Both single-use stalls occupied, he walks up to you muttering some kind of pep talk to yourself.Â
âGet your shit together.â You spit out.Â
Amused, Toji leans against the wall behind you. Curious about where this cute little speech is going to go.Â
âHeâs a rando you met at a mechanic shop. For fuck sake, are you that horny?â
âSounds like it, baby.â Toji takes the liberty to answer. You whip your head around and crawl out of your skin.Â
Eyes wider than a newborn kitten. Mouth gaping as if youâre trying to show off how much you can handle. Toji swallows a groan. He canât lose control. Not a chance. He has to savor his first taste of you like this. And every taste after that.Â
Because, the weather in Hell is a balmy 0 degrees Fahrenheit and you are his, now.Â
âIâuh, Iââ Your eyes dart over to the poor soul opening the bathroom door in slow motion.Â
You think youâve found an out, gorgeous?
Toji is faster and bigger than you are. Gripping the handle of the open door, ushering you into his new lair. Still choking on the shock of him catching your admission, you look to your left and right before diving into the empty bathroom.Â
âToji IâŠâÂ
Your back hits the wall and eyes settle on your hands. Shifty and nervous. Toji palms himself at the sight of you caged in like this.Â
Heâs disgusting, he knows that.Â
And normally, he would ask permission. Being a gentleman and all.Â
But thereâs something too alluring about the way youâre trembling right now. The obvious conflict written all over your face, and heaving chestâŠand tense thighsâŠ
His cock canât take another second.Â
And apparently neither can you.Â
Because the second his fingers cup the back of your neck and his breath grazes your mouth you crash into him. Slotting your puffy lips into his, taking him by surprise for a millisecond.Â
âOh, T-toji.â You whine into his mouth. Grasping at his shoulders that are far too wide, far too muscular for your dainty grip.
Fucking, christ.Â
Hearing his name like that.Â
The gorgeous, high-pitched, pathetic plea trails down his ears to his aching sex and jerks it. If his cargos were any lighter you wouldâve seen the pre-pubescent mess heâs making in his pants right now.Â
But they arenât. And you donât.Â
You mewl at how Toji nips at your bottom lip. Sinking it underneath his teeth until its swells to his liking. Melting beneath his large grasp, currently riding the dizzying lines of your hips and ass.Â
âYou taste fucking good, baby.â Toji mumbles into your warm cavern. Licking along the warm, soft ridges.Â
âAh-T..god.â You pull away and dive into his neck. Attempting to hide your utterly fucked out daze, but he wonât let you.Â
Toji palms your ass with a tenth of his strength. You yelp and jump into his arms. He takes advantage of the momentum and lifts you high on his waist. Temporarily forcing you to look down on him.
Glassy eyed. Kiss abused lips. Panting and heaving. Cupping his face like your hands were made to.Â
And something tight clenches in Tojiâs chest. It takes a moment for him to shake it off, but it existed.
Heâll revisit that later.
âYou look good up there, babydoll.â He pants, before setting you down on the sink ledge. He catches your chin in his hand before you turn away. Rooting you in place.Â
âIâŠToji.âÂ
Moaning his name like youâre begging for him to start and stop all at once.Â
Your eyes descend to his lips. Watching the smirk blossoming across his face. Distracted enough not to notice his free hand shove up your dress in one swift motion.Â
Your thighs recognize his authority and melt wide open for him. He kisses your tiny whimpers while nestling between them.Â
âMmmgh g-god please.âÂ
âThis why you were so bratty this mornin baby?âÂ
Tojiâs index and long fingers stroke your soaked, clothed core. Thin lace panties plastered to your warm sex. You wind your hips into his fingers. Batting your eyelashes up at him as if heâs going to give you what you want so easily.
He hovers his lips over yours. Pulling away each time you lunge forward for a kiss. Pouty and frustrated, you dig your nails into his neck and grind along his stationary fingers.Â
âT-Toji, pleaseâŠIâm so..ahh.â
âNeedy cunt just wanted some attention, mm?âÂ
His fingers slip past your opening, and you offer up a soprano moan that shatters to stardust.Â
Hedonistic noises fill the spaces between both of your punched out gasps. Youâre fucking tight. Gummy, slick walls clamp down around his knuckles when he curves up to pet your pleasure spot.Â
The steel pipe between his legs throbs against his thigh. Demanding friction. But one hand is cupping your chin and the other is so pussy drunk an army couldnât pry his fingers away.Â
âT..IâIâm oh fuck Iââ
Toji bites down on your bottom lip. And you clench around him. Gushing more of your sweet arousal into his palm. And he damn near laps it up with his greedy tongue.Â
âShhh baby,â he coos against your jaw.Â
âCanât have everyone hearing the Executive getting fucked open by some mechanicâs hands can you?âÂ
There is a delicious irony in you treating him like a punching bag no more than an hour ago and now bucking your hips on his fingers, chasing an ever elusive high.
Sandpaper lines Tojiâs throat.Â
He wants nothing more than to bounce you on his cock in this bathroom. Fill you up with his cum and send you to your meetings full of him.Â
But you havenât learned your lesson yet.
âWhat did I promise baby?â Toji strains in your ear. His hand migrates from your chin to your neck, while his fingers âpick up the pace a little.â
His pretty little powerhouse.Â
You babble a chorus of nothing. Unable to breathe, unable to think. Only drip. And leak. And squelch around his digits. Toji tightens the grip around your pulse point. Lulling your mouth open. Â
âTalk to me, princess. What did I promise you?â He probes again, stealing air from your lungs.Â
Thaây-you wouldâŠpâpoint A.â Barely audible syllables tumble out of you. Ascending in pitch. Your hips reflexively try to pull away from your threatened orgasm.
âKeep going, Iâm listenin.âÂ
âOh fuck T..Toji?! I-Im c-im gonnaââ
âI know, baby.â He smears wet kisses along your jawline. â I can hear how messy your precious little pussy is. But I didnât give you permission to stop. Keep going.â
Your walls spasm at his command. Followed by an angelic pitiful little whine. Youâre close. So close.Â
âP-P-point A toââ
âPoint B.âÂ
Toji finishes your sentence as you reach nirvana. Full body convulsions. He slots his arms around the small of your waist. And it fits like it was molded for him. Like you were sculpted for him.
And he, for you.
The mechanic burns his gaze into your skin. Riding each choppy wave of your ecstasy. Such tiny, sexy sounds. Staccato breaths fanning his lips, his chin, his neck when you try to hide from his scrutiny.Â
You are a goddamn dream.Â
And his future wife.
Toji guessed it when the macaroon balanced on your chin for a full 30 seconds before he swiped it away and you accused him of defamation of character.Â
But now?Â
Watching you saddle this stallion of an orgasm. Clawing at his back with all the desperation of a pretty little damsel in distress.Â
Distress at just his fingers, alone.Â
What intoxicating melody will he unlock when he laps up the honey straight from your core? How will you gasp and moan and squirm when he single-handedly re-shapes your cunt to accommodate his size?Â
He has no clue.Â
But Toji will spend forever figuring you out. And mastering you.
The back of your neck fits beautifully into his grasp as he coaxes you from hiding. Pupils blown out. Cheeks flushed and warm. Tendrils matted along your forehead. Before he can speak, you beat him to the punch.
Of course you do.Â
âIâve decided,â You pant. The baseline spice returning to your grin.Â
âThat you might just be obsessed with me, Toji.âÂ
Both of you share a hushed laugh. Exchanging cotton candy breaths. But then his lips accidentally brush yours and Toji canât help but dive in for a kiss. Fucking the warm cavern of your mouth with his tongue.Â
You pull away before heâs ready, with a look on your face that makes him feel like a God.Â
âI might be.â Toji whispers, partially against his will. His lips find the corner of your mouth. Careful to avoid falling victim to your pout again.
âLetâs get you to the other point B, baby.âÂ
The car ride to your office could make anyone queasy.Â
Constant banter back and forth. Full bodied laughs. You mindlessly stroking his forearm with those angelic fingers riling his cock up as if it just now discovered women.Â
You let out a small sigh, with slightly dropped shoulders when your office building comes into view. Toji doesnât know how to interpret it. But for him? Reality is coming too quickly.
âSo,â You start once the both of you are out of the car. Pretty face tilting up and Tojiâs dick strains against its confines.
âWhat do I owe you, Mr. Fushiguro?âÂ
The way you say his name.
It takes the will of God for Toji to bite back his original response.
âNothin, doll.â Heâs wearing the same, dumb, love-struck face Choso wears on a daily basis. Shockingly, Toji couldnât care less.Â
âThe tires just needed air. Choso will drop it off in an hour.âÂ
He would do it himself. But the urge to park in an empty lot and abuse the fuck out of his cock until a shred of clarity re-settles in his mind is a tad bit overwhelming, sweetheart.
Then your mouth drops in an incredulous âOhâ and all Toji can picture is ruining the back of your throat. How pretty you are going to be wretching around his girth. Gasping for air. Choking on his cum.Â
âToji. Fushiguro.â You like using his name, donât you?
âYou held me hostage for a whole morning for some airââ
Toji kisses the rest of your complaints off your tongue. And you whine. Slot open for him with no resistance. Because under all that irritation and sarcasm, buried within the Trojan Horse, lays your supple, delectable submission.Â
And he will take every opportunity to taste it.Â
âI had a great time on our first date, babydoll.â Toji rasps against your swollen lips.Â
The raging erection is threatening to embarrass him. Thereâs not enough restraint in the world to be around you any longer. Toji nestles your voice in his back pocket. The two of you watch each other with wordless, taken aback smiles as he takes slow steps toward his sports car.
Before the mechanic sinks into the driverâs seat, he makes a promise.
âCanât wait for our second date, Mrs. Fushiguro!â
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Last Call
Calling the LADS Men to say goodbye because you weren't going to be making it home to them. A/N: MC isn't reincarnating this time sorry. Artist @/am_soul_art on insta
It was supposed to be a quick mission. The intentions were good and the plan was perfect. At least thats what the higher ups thought at the Hunter's Association. The plan was to take back Hat Island, the small island right off the coast of linkon overrun with wanderers. The Hunter's Association believed that their strength in not only numbers, but also Evols and skills had improved enough to take back the small island.
They were wrong. So very wrong.
It was a suicide mission from the start; the wanderers were too smart there was never a chance. You panted as you ran from the onslaught of wanderers that had evolved over time inhabiting this island. You watched as comrade after comrade was slaughtered right in front of you. The number of Hunters was decresing quickly and there was no help coming. You held your side for dear life as blood gushed from your wound. You accepted your fate right then and there. You weren't making it back to Linkon.
You managed to find a small cave on the side of a mountain where you could make one last call.
Zayne
The phone seems to ring forever you were afraid you weren't going to hear his voice in your last moments. Just as you thought it would go to voicemail he picked up.
Zayne: Hello MC: Zayne.... Zayne: Yes I'm here
You couldn't help the grin that overtook your face.
MC: Remember our trip to find 'old popsicles'? Zayne: Of course I do MC: Remember when you swept me away from my friends to go read in a secluded park? Zayne: Yes ... where is this coming from?
You took a deep breath before coughing and grunting form the pain.
MC: I just want you to always think of our good memories ... I don't think we'll be making anymore after today Zayne: What are you saying? MC: They're gone ... they're all gone ... and I don't have much time left.
You finally broke down and sobbed into the phone as reality truly set in.
Zayne: Wh- MC: Promise me you'll move on ... I want you to find something or someone to bring the same vivacity that I brought you ... don't shut yourself off from the world ... I want you to be happy ... remember me in a good light because just know I died doing what I love Zayne: ....dont leave me behind MC: I love you Dr. Zayne......
Zayne didn't hang up he stayed on the line until he could no longer hear your stuttering breaths. He couldn't keep that promise of moving on. He threw himself into his work to keep his mind busy. He was afraid if he slowed down for one second he'd never be able to recover.
Rafayel
He picked up on the first ring as if he'd been waiting by the phone just for your call.
Rafayel: Hey Cutie!
He sounded so happy at the fact that you called it was already killing you that you'd be breaking his heart with this call.
MC: You know you create the most beautiful art Rafayel: You're making me blush stop it MC: I'm going to be painting pretty sunsets and sunrises for you Raf Rafayel: huh?
You swallowed hard trying to keep your voice from wavering.
MC: The next time you're on the beach and you see a beautiful sunset or sunrise ... that's me ... painting the sky just for you Rafayel: No no no you're-
His words became panicked as you quickly cut him off
MC: I wish I would have hugged you tighter before I left ... I'm not making it back to Linkon ... I'm sorry Rafayel: I can come to you just tell me where you are
Tears streamed down your face as your voice broke at the sound of him falling apart on the other end
MC: Im running on borrowed time right now Rafayel I just wanted to tell you that I love you ... so much Rafayel: I love you too
Your head was already swimming you didn't even realize you muttered.
MC: Good ... good.......
Rafayel never missed a single sunrise or sunset after that. Thomas would always find him sitting on the beach with red eyes and a camera to capture the sky that you painted for him.
Xavier
He picked up on the third ring w/ a groggy voice; he'd been asleep.
Xavier: My little star
His voice brought you a kind of comfort that no words could describe.
MC: You made a good call getting sick this week you know that?
You couldn't help but giggle at the situation.
Xavier: What are you going on about? MC: Remember how pretty the stars were that night we danced in the forest? Xavier: Yea they were almost as beautiful as you
He always knew how to make you feel like the prettiest girl to ever exist.
MC: Well next time you gaze at the stars the one star that seems to twinkle and dance just for you ... that'll be me
A brief moment of silence....
Xavier: You're not saying what I think you're saying
You could hear rustling on the other end knowing he just sat up.
MC: I'm sorry Xav ... I'm so sorry ... I promised I would make it back to you, but thats a promise I can't keep anymore ... I'm losing blood fast I can already feel myself losing consciousness Xavier: Hang on I'll be right there
And there it was the choked sob that finally slipped out of you as you responded.
MC: It's too late Xav ... do you love me?
He was quiet for a moment before you heard his low raspy voice respond.
Xavier: Yes. Of course I love you with everything that I am
Those words brought one last smile to your face and you finally let your eyes drift closed.
MC: thats all I wanted to hear ... I love you Xavier..........
Xavier was never the same after that. He spent his days training to get stronger to the point where his hands were bloody. No one could get through to him not even Jeremiah. At night he swore he could hear your voice as he gazed at the stars.
Sylus
Sylus: Hi sweetie MC: I love you!
You heard his breath hitch and then silence. You had rendered Sylus speechless with the three words he always wanted to hear.
Sylus: Why so sudden? MC: I never got the chance to say it to you, but I couldn't go without letting you know Sylus: where-
You quickly cut him off because there wasn't much time left. You could quite literally feel your life slipping through your fingers.
MC: this mission was doomed from the start ... I'm not making it home to you tonight ... I'm sorry ... thereâs no pain though so I must be dying Sylus: Stay right where you are Iâll come find you MC: Don't .... it's no use ... thank you for everything I was always happiest with you
You smiled as you admitted that to him; it felt good.
Sylus: Stop you're not dying on that island
You sniffled as tears began to sting the back of your eyes.
MC: it's too late ... just ... just tell me you love me Sylus: but- MC: Sylus please Sylus: I love you My Queen MC: Music to my ears........
Sylus still tried to look for you, but could never make it onto the island for the wanderers were too strong....even for him. Mephisto did however manage to find you and brought back the necklace Sylus had given you. It now sits on a mantle in a glass case.
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Winner
Pairing: Coach!Tashi x fem!Reader x Coach!Art
Warnings: 18+, smut, too filled with shame to proofread, dom!tashi, sub!art, sub!reader, mentions of spanking, tashi is so mean in this, art is basically a prop with minimal lines, idk
*******
Training with Tashi Duncan and her husband was an honor. You knew that. You did your very best to remember that; which was hard to do when she had days like this.Â
âAre you scared of the fucking ball?â You shake your head, but you know better than that at this point.Â
âSpeak up!â You flinch before you can stop yourself.Â
âNo, I'm not scared of the ball.â You say.
âI would hope not- considering how long youâve been doing this. Thatâd surely be a disappointment to your little fan club that you love so much. â Tashi watched the way your eyebrows tinge only for a moment, at the mention of the onlookers who follow your career closely.Â
It was no secret that you had a great appreciation for the love that theyâd shown you, but it was almost like you were completely unaware of how quickly it would be gone if you werenât up to par at all times.Â
From afar Art watched the scene play out. You were the player that Tashi was the hardest on. He was sure it was to do with the fact that you were just like her. Well except for the fact that you lacked confidence in your abilities. Another reason she was hard on you. She wouldnât see your potential wasted. But you worked hard like her, tennis was the love of your life like her.Â
He watched as Tashi served to you, intense and laser focused. Then you, playing back with the same intensity and just as passionate. Itâs almost magical to watch until you hesitate and miss the ball.Â
Tashiâs on your ass before the ball can even hit the ground. âWhatâs wrong with you? Why arenât you in it?âÂ
You stammer a reply that Art canât hear. Probably an apology. His feet are moving closer before he can even think of a reason why.Â
âNo, tell me. Whatâs got you so off your game lately? Because youâre not going to fucking embarrass me at your next matches because you canât get your head out your ass.â
âTash lighten up.â Heâs ignored which is to be expected. She stares at you intensely awaiting your answer.Â
âHow am I supposed to lighten up when sheâs playing like she never held a racket before, huh?â Again she sees the twitch in your eyebrows. Good, youâre angry.Â
âIâm sorry, I donât know-â Tashi holds up her hand. She doesnât want your apology.Â
âYou know what- if you donât want to tell me what the problem is,â She grabs your phone which has been continuously lighting up since you started. âIâm sure this will.â
You draw in a breath of air in surprise but you make no move to stop her. Your eyes wide at the invasion, but still ever so respectful even when your privacy is being violated.Â
Almost immediately her eyebrows sprout up. âI thought we agreed on no boyfriends for this reason?â she shakes her head continuing to scroll through your phone as if it were hers. Art draws closer to her in interest, now intrigued about your phone as well,Â
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â Youâre embarrassed, your grip on your racket tightening as you get angry at the way sheâs shaming you.
âObviously.â She mutters. She pauses a moment, both her and Art sharing a look and you know theyâve gotten to the most mortifying part.Â
âWell if something would shake someoneâs confidence it would be that.â You cringe, finally going to take your phone back only to be pushed back by Tashi.
âWhat did we talk about when it came to how you let people talk to you off the court and how it affects your game on the court?â You barely refrain from rolling your eyes.
âI canât control what other people sayâ You canât stop the edge in your voice.Â
âBut you can control what you say. You didnât even try to stand up for yourself. This-â She shoves the phone at you with a picture of you half naked with the word unfuckable, in the center of the screen. âIs pathetic. â You look away when she starts scrolling more like you donât already know the rest of the verbal assault that had been issued towards you, and then a video of your so-called boyfriend with your next opponent and the lewd graphics that came with it.Â
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to say to that?â You donât mean for your response to be so angry. Or for the hot tears that started burning your eyes to fall. But the frustrations of your day had started to take a toll on you. So when you finally snatch your phone back from Tashi and get ready to storm off you miss the pleased look on her face. Art doesnât though, he almost shakes his head knowing it was her intention to rile you up in the first place.
She raises an eyebrow at him, and just as she expects him to, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. The perfect good cop. âItâs okay, kid.â Youâre tense in his arms, it reminds him of the times heâs tried to comfort Tashi and she wouldnât allow it, but after a few moments of him rubbing your back you finally relax. .
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have-â You start, but Tashi interrupts.Â
âApologize for standing up for yourself and Iâll make you run until you pass out.â You wipe your eyes roughly and nod. Stepping away from Artâs hug and trying your best to put your game face back on.Â
âYou got that out of your system now?â You nod again, but after a pointed gaze you speak.
âYes.âÂ
âGood now letâs talk about how you respond to this kind of bad sportsmanship.âÂ
******
The outfit Tashi has you in, is just barely appropriate, You look focused, despite the whistles youâve received on your way in. You look a little angry actually.Â
Art glances at Tashi beside him, who looks all too pleased. âWhatâd you do?âÂ
âI didnât have to do anything.â Sheâs almost bragging. He follows her line of sight to Tashiâs opponent and sees her and your not boyfriend smirking at you.Â
He wants to ask Tashi if she thinks this will shake your confidence more, but then he looks back at you laser focused as you stretch and he decides not to question it.Â
The match starts off intense with your serve. Your opponent looks surprised and even though she quickly recovers. Art can tell that this will be a win for you even though he knows Tashi despises that kind of over confident thinking.Â
As the match continues Tashi is gripping her seat for support. So enthralled in the game and invested in the fearlessness youâre displaying she can barely contain herself.Â
At one point during a break youâre caught trash talking your opponent. Tashi is sure to get you for it later. Even though the only thing she hears clearly is âenjoy my sloppy secondsâ with a saccharine smile on your face. The deduction you receive is definitely worth it.Â
When you win as expected. Tashi is nearly buzzing and Art canât hold back his excitement either.Â
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âSee this is what happens when youâre a winner.â Tashi tells you. She quite literally holding Artâs balls as he fucks into you.Â
âWinners are fuckable, tell her Art.â He gasps, feeling her squeeze him.Â
âFuck-â He breathes. âDid so good.â You spasm around him at the praise, pulling a loud groan from him. âKnew you were gonna win, kid.â
Your whines and whimpers are muffled by Tashiâs hand. âFuck her faster, sheâs gonna come.â Art obeys immediately despite the fact that he is much too close himself. Your eyes roll back at the change of pace.Â
âThere you go.â She squeezes Artâs balls once you start cumming so that he can too. He tries to pull himself out of you before but he canât and leaves a sticky mess all over your cunt. âFuckâ
Tashi mounts you before you can stop twitching, lining her pussy up with yours, holding your leg over her shoulder. âNow next time I tell you to do something,, youâll listen to me.â She starts slowly, spreading the mixture of both you and Artâs orgasm on both of you.Â
âIsnât that right?â You nodding makes her speed up, giving you that look of disapproval.Â
âUse your words.â
âYes, yes, yes Iâll listen to you.â
âYeah I know you will, because now you know what good girls get.â She continues to grind against you skilfully.
âAnd next time you donât listen to me-â You feel your core tense up again. âI will spank you until you cry.â Just like that youâre gone again. The masochistic side of you envisioning the picture that will haunt your fantasies until you get it.Â
You donât realize the loud moan you hear is you, until Art is kissing you sloppily to silence your cries. âYou like that donât you?â You hear Tashi say. You want to tell her yes but you canât with Artâs tongue down your throat. You think she knows the answer anyway.
The contrast between the way that Tashi is fucking you so vigorously and the slow kisses Art is giving you puts your head in a spin. On top of that your overstimulated clit is making it hard for you to think at all.Â
âCoach please-â You beg. âMy pussy canât;â Youâre cut off immediately.Â
âWho knows what's best for you? Me or you?â
âYou!â By this time tears are flowing down your face, as you feel another orgasm building all too quickly. Art wipes them, then moves his hands down to pinch your nipples.Â
âExactly. Now cum.â
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Side Effect
Summary: Miguel has been acting off lately and you find out why⊠the hard way.
Pairing: Miguel OâHara x spider-woman!reader
18+. Feral Miguel. Rutting Miguel (side effect of the serum he takes). HEAVY breeding kink. Creampie. Fangs. Hormonal manipulation (mention of serums being injected).
You paced hurriedly through the long corridors of HQ determined to get an answer.
A proper one.
If Miguel OâHara was growing tired of your casual relationship with him, heâd have to tell that to your face instead of avoiding you.
This had been going on for a couple of days, and you patience was now hanging by a thread. You had tried to reach him through your watch, but heâd either ignore you, or have Lyla come up with ridiculous excuses.
âVisiting Peter and MJ my ass,â you grumbled under you breath, your paces echoing loudly.
The moment you were met with the lab door shut, you stopped dead in your tracks.
That was weird.
âWhat?â
Approaching the scanner on the wall, you reached out your arm, allowing the sensor to read your dimensional travel watch.
<ACCESS DENIED>
That was really weird.
You flicked your wrist again, but were met with the same message.
This had to be Miguelâs poor idea of a joke, because it made no sense that heâd restrict your access to the very place you worked at.
Letting out a strained breath, you tapped on your watch, hoping to reach Miguel.
But it was Lylaâs orange hologram that emerged instead.
âWhatâs up, sugar?â she beamed happily, filing her nails.
You scowled. âI was calling Miguel.â
âHe has redirected every contact to me,â she shrugged, checking each nail individually.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. âWhy canât I get in?â
âThatâs classified.â
âClassified?â
She nodded with an obnoxious smile that only served to grind your nerves. âI work here.â
âSo does Miguel and he is working now,â she said with another shrug.
Anger flared inside you as your worst fears were confirmed.
He was avoiding you in particular.
âCan you just open the door?â
âNo.â
âPlease?â
Her eyes narrowed behind her heart-shapped glasses. âNo.â
âI really need to talk to him.â
Adjusting her long coat, she clicked her tongue. âI can pass him a message.â
That wasnât good enough and he would just ignore it as usual.
âLylaâŠâ you started, putting on your most convincing fake smile with an equally forced sweet voice to match. âYou know Iâve always like you, right?â
The AI scoffed. âNah, flattery doesnât work on me, sugar. It wasnât programmed into my coding,â she grinned deviously. âBut youâre free to suggest that Miguel adds it in a future patch.â
You shot her a death glare. âFine. Just⊠tell him Iâm here and⊠yeahâŠâ your voice trailed off.
She winked. âGotcha!â
The hologram disappeared at once and you were left staring at the large metal door in front of you.
You waited for a couple of minutes, before realising she wasnât coming back with an answer, as you had expected.
A random thought crossed your mind when your eyes landed on the scanner, reminding you that there was another way in.
Miguel would probably get really angry that you were about to activate the emergency protocol, but you couldnât care less at this point.
Tapping the pattern onto the pad above the scanner, you couldnât help but to feel victorious as the door swung open, alarms blaring and a mechanical voice echoing through the lab.
âEmergency protocol activated. Proceed with caution.â
You only made it a few steps past the door, before something â or rather someone â flung you across the room with the weight of their body keeping you pinned against a wall.
A muscled forearm was at your throat, effectively caging you in.
âWhat the fuck?â
âEmergency protocol activated. Proceed with caution.â
The red alarm lights rotated hurriedly on the ceiling, but you were able to identify Miguel, as his weight dug further into you.
âWhat are you doing here?â he growled, the eyes on his mask narrowing menacingly.
Something wasnât right.
Your spider senses detected an alarming accelerated heart rate from him, as well as increased body temperature.
âMiguel, let go! Itâs me,â you grunted, clawing at his arm to alleviate the pressure.
âI know itâs you,â he said lowly, the digital mask vanishing.
From the corner of your eyes you saw him baring his fangs, droplets of paralysing poison dripping.
His pupils were fully blown and you felt fear rise inside you. âWhat are you doing?!â
As if your voice had managed to snap him out of it, he eased the pressure on you and took a few steps back.
âLyla, deactivate the emergency protocol and resume the serum synthesis.â
âGot it, Miguel!â
The alarm was turned off immediately and silence took place.
Your breath was coming out in shallow pants, as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Was he that angry that he had gone completely feral?
âMiguel⊠whatâŠâ
He turned his back on you and paced to a nearby centrifuge, the screen atop announcing: <DNA stabilising sequence at 24%>
What was he doing?
âLeave.â
âCan we just talk?â you said, still keeping your distance. âI donât know why youâre avoiding me, but barring my access-â
Miguel turned around to face you, a deep scowl had settled on his face, twisting his lips.
The glare he gave you was enough to send shivers down your spine.
âI need you gone. Now.â
Fuck. Was he that over you that he couldnât even stand your presence around?
He had shortened the distance between you two, crimson eyes never leaving yours.
âWhy? If you donât want to be with me just say that,â you groaned in frustration. âDonât stare at me like youâre about to split me in half. It wonât work.â
Miguel had effectively managed to have your back hit the nearby wall once more, just from the weight of his stare alone.
âI told you to leave. I canât have you around me.â
âOh, great!â you scoffed. âThanks for being so direct.â
Miguel didnât stop moving until his face was only a few inches away from yours. âYou donât get it.â
âYouâre right. I donât. Weâre both adults, so you could have just said this a couple of days ago instead of acting like Iâm some nuisance.â
His hand came to grip your jaw and you widened your eyes. âYouâre on birth control, right?â
âWhatâŠâ
He took a deep breath, fangs grazing his lower lip. âAnswer me.â
âYes. Of course.â
Wait⊠was he scared that he might have knocked you up?
His fingers loosened and he pressed his forehead to the wall right beside your head, groaning out loud.
âMiguel⊠what is going on?â
You wanted to him a comfort squeeze on his arm, but were too frozen to move.
âWhy⊠why do you have to be on birth control?â
Was he pulling your leg? Was this his twisted version of a joke?
This time, you frowned. âWhat do you mean why? I donât want to get unexpectedly pregnant.â
Miguel punched the wall with such force it dented the material and making you jolt.
âIâm rutting.â
Your eyes darted to his face as he straightened up, pupils still dilated and beads of sweat rolling down his temples.
âWhat⊠rutting?â you asked, mouth dropping open in confusion.
He growled impatiently. âSide effect of my serum. I usually have an antidote at hand when this happens, but I ran out of one of the componentsâŠâ he paused briefly as if struggling to breath properly. âI had to go to Peter Bâs Earth to get more.â
Oh. So that hadnât been one of Lylaâs ridiculous lies.
You glanced over at the nearby screen:
<DNA stabilising sequence at 34%>
Oh.
âWhy didnât you tell me about this before?â you asked, wanting to bring him some comfort somehow. âWeâve been together for a few months.â
âIt was never necessary. I always had the neutraliser for my serum at hand.â
You bit your lip.
He let out a low dark chuckle. âYou have no idea how badly Iâve been wanting to breed you.â
This definitely wasnât something you were expecting to hear from Miguel Oâhara himself, and it made your heart skip a beat.
His arms were caging you, his talons digging deep into the metal right next to your head.
âIs⊠huh⊠is there anything I can do?â you asked in a whisper. âI mean⊠in the lab.â
He pressed his lower half into you at once. âLet me breed you.â
You flinched as his hard cock dug into your crotch and you let out a gasp.
âCanât you just wait for the synthesis to be over?â
The sound of the metal being shredded tore through your ears and his lips nearly brushed yours. âI told you to leave, but youâre too stubborn, arenât you?â
His breath was hot and you felt goosebumps rise throughout your body.
âAlways running that mouth,â he growled, eyes landing on your lips. âAlways defying me⊠and now I really, really need to breed you.â
For some twisted reason, his words and cock twitching against you were slowly swallowing your mind, causing you to abandon reason.
Miguel was a very dedicated lover, but you had never witnessed such yearning from him.
That was a novelty and it was doing wonders to your ego.
Even if there was a scientific explanation, you could help but plant a soft kiss on his cheek. âYou canât breed me⊠Iâm on birth control.â
His hand came to grip your chin again and you saw anger flicker in his eyes. âThereâs ways around that.â
Your eyes widened.
He wasnât being seriousâŠ
⊠was he?
âMiguelâŠâ
The grip tightened and he rolled his hips. âLet me. Please.â
You knew exactly what he was talking about. He had developed a serum that would neutralise all hormonal manipulation as a way to reset your body in case a spider needed to be injected with a serum.
You had helped him develop it.
Its efficacy neared 90%.
You guessed this neutraliser wasnât able to prevent the side effects from his very specific serum.
And now he wanted to use it on you, so he could successfully breed you.
âAre you sure?â you asked, not sure why agreeing to this in the first place was sending such an adrenaline rush through your veins.
Miguel moved away from you, bolting to one of the desks, rummaging through the drawers.
You swallowed hard, but remained glued to the wall, heart hammering fast in your chest.
<DNA stabilising sequence at 41%>
In a blink of an eye, he was on you again, holding the syringe in his trembling hand. âIâm desperate, but I need your words first.â
You clenched and felt wetness spilling from you.
How was this so arousing?
âWhat words?â
He moved to place a quivering kiss to your forehead and you saw the liquid wobble inside the container.
âThatâs⊠not the compound we synthesised.â
âItâs more than that,â he said with another kiss. âIt stimulates your ovaries.â
Oh⊠fuck.
He trailed kisses down your face, before pecking your lips. âI have to breed you. Successfully.â
Your legs nearly gave out at his confession and you nearly moaned as he ripped your suit to gain access to your bicep.
âTell me I can do this.â
His cock was nudging you again as a reminder of his desire, and you nodded.
âNo. Say it.â
He was rubbing your skin with his thumb right where he intended to inject the serum.
âGo ahead.â
âGracias,â he whispered, planting another kiss to your forehead.
At this point, you were far too drunk in lust to think clearly and your lips parted in a pained moaned as you felt a sharp jab in your arm. He kept his lips on you as reassurance, as the liquid tore through your muscle.
Your heartbeat skyrocketed straight away.
You felt your knees buckle under you, but Miguel steadied you with both arms. âI got you.â
A gasp quickly turned into a moan as the effect of the serum consumed you with each passing second.
He trailed his hands down your body and gripped your hips.
âTurn around.â
You let him guide you, biting down hard on your lower lip, you panties sticking to your soaked folds.
More ripping sounds filled the air as Miguel tried to get rid of your suit, exposing your underwear to him.
You balled your fists and felt one hand on your lower back, adding light pressure. âBend over.â
Doing as commanded, you felt more wetness spill from you as your body readied itself for Miguel.
The pressure increased. âMore.â
Your panties were torn apart right away and you glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of Miguelâs fangs peeking through his lips.
His thumb dragged along your folds, teasing your swollen clit and earning a whimper from you.
âSorry, but I really need to be inside you,â he grumbled and you nodded.
Your heart skipped several beats, as you tried to control your breathing in anticipation.
The tip of his cock was soon pressed against your opening, and you squeezed your eyes shut.
âIâm sorry.â
Before you could inquire what he meant, your mouth fell open as he rammed inside you, bottoming out at once.
He didnât wait for your to recover from the initial shock, and began pumping into you so ferociously, you had to grab a hold on the metal railing to your right to keep yourself from losing balance.
Miguel heaved a heavy sigh of relief as if he had been waiting a lifetime for this sensation.
Grunts and groans mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy engulfing his cock over and over again.
âShould have bred you soonerâŠâ he managed to say in between snaps of his hips. âDeveloped that serum just for youâŠâ
Miguelâs idea of dirty talk was effective. Too effective, because you couldnât hold back from clenching hard around him, savoring the friction and feel of being stuffed full of him.
He picked up the pace and you thought you were going to die.
Not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was too overwhelming, and your body was responding to his in a way you had never experienced before.
You felt your lower abdomen coil at the sides and figured the serum had reached its target destination.
Miguel gripped both your arms and you let go of the railing, as he tugged hard to have your back smack against his hard chest.
âYouâre so lucky this rut didnât hit me harder,â he growled, hips never faltering. âI was barely able to control myself around youâŠâ
Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned loudly, feeling his pectoral muscles press into your back. This man was too hot and you found yourself thinking that not being bred by him would be a waste.
That genetic material deserved to be spread.
âBeing on birth control with meâŠâ he said through gritted teeth, and you felt his fangs nipping your ear lightly. âYou. Deserve. To. Be. Bred.â he punctuated each word with a snap of his hips.
An intense wave of pleasure pulsated from your clit, and you recognised the familiar strings of an orgasm pulling you in and embracing you gentle with each stroke.
âMiguelâŠâ you moaned, blinded by lust and desire.
The grip on your arms loosened briefly and he let your torso lean forward ever so slightly, angling your hips in a way that made him his cock hit you over and over again just where you needed the most.
âI want you full with my babies,â he gasped.
Your orgasm hit you with such force, you thought you were going to collapse and slide off his cock, but he wrapped one arm around you, not allowing you to part from him.
âYou feel so good⊠tighter⊠tighter,â he urged, as your walls contracted around him rhythmically, faintly at first, but the next stronger than the one before.
You were far too gone to form any words and just let your lips part as an intense moan ripped through your throat.
Miguel was mumbling something behind you, but you couldnât make out any words as you descended from your height.
Even through quivering legs and pulsing clit, you were able to feel it.
He was now pumping you full with broken snaps of his hips.
You glanced down and saw strings of cum dripping from where he was connected with you.
So much cum.
He wasnât even slowing down, as heâd usually do at this stage.
Miguel kept on ramming into you from behind, sending more and more cum to drip from within you.
An animalistic growl left his mouth as he finally came to a halt, breathing hard.
He remained balls deep inside you, and you planted on hand on the wall to look in absolute awe at the cum dripping and dangling from your clit, a pool of it now at your feet.
âHow did you cum so much?â you managed to say in between laboured breaths.
âIâm rutting, cariño. My body produces more,â he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
You glanced to the screen nearby.
<DNA stabilising sequence at 100%>
âMaybe you can take the neutraliser now?
He slid his cock out of you halfway, before slamming it back, and you felt more cum spill out. âI donât think so.â
Oh, you were utterly fucked.
In every sense of the word.
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Toji being tied up...
âHave I ever told you what a pretty thing you are?â Tojiâs words fall sweetly off his lips, as he tries to reason with you.
âOnly a million times but, the blindfold is still going onâŠâ a giggle escapes your lips as your hands come to his head to place it on, careful that itâs not too tight. Standing back to admire the handsome man tied up in a chair, blindfolded in front of you.
Toji is the type of man that would do anything for you. So when you suggest that you tie him up, he happily obliges. Finding the dynamic interesting. Such a big man at the will and mercy of the woman he loves. Restrained and only wearing his boxers. Muscles tense as he adjusts to the rope binding. The sight was truly one of a kind.
You place a soft kiss on his lips causing his arousal to spike. His boner only grows harder at your sudden touches against his hot body. His breath hitches as your hand glides across his heated skin, eliciting a shiver of anticipation that travels up his spine.
âYouâre such a tease⊠I canât see or touch you now.â Toji complains, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He struggles against the rope, lightly tugging on it to check if it was easy for him to escape. If he really wanted to he could break through them like nothing but he knew better than to upset you.
A smirk appears on your lips at his protests. âJust be a good boy and weâll both feel good⊠okay?â You continue to tease the man in front of you, still peppering soft kisses to his cheeks. He canât deny that this is turning him on. His heart rate is at an all time high at the sensation of your lips. Heâs never been the one for submission but the idea of being at your mercy in this state gives him chills and his cock twitches with an almost painful buzz.
âFine⊠I'll let you have your fun,â He smirks in your direction. The way his face was still so expressive even with the blindfold on drives you crazy.
Your hand traces all the curves and crevices of his chest, swiftly running your fingers over his sensitive nipples. A jolt of pleasure travels straight to his groin. A gasp leaves his thin lips, as he jerks his hips up. Your hands continues down his abdomen, feeling every muscle tense under you touch as you finally land on his cock.
You begin palming him through the fabric, your hand working meticulously to tease him. Driving him right to the peak before you stop with a smirk. Still not being able to see you, he relies on only sensing what you will do next. âStop thatâŠâ He growls low in his throat, a shudder once again running through him.
âWhyâŠ? Are you going to cum?â You whisper into his ear, hoping to get a reaction out of him. âY-yes⊠but pleaseâŠâ He groans, his hard chest heaving as he tries to get his words out. âPlease what, Baby?â your hand slowly continues its rhythm on his cock. With a heavy breath, he finally tells you what he most desperately needs.
âFuck me already⊠please,â He bucks his hips up into your hand again. Itching for some relief for his agonizingly hard cock. The sound of his pleading is like music to your ears. You never thought such sweet sounds and words could come out of someone like him but, here he was. You finally straddle him, pressing your whole body onto him.
His breath falters in his throat as he feels the heat of your body against his. His primal instincts take over as he smells your sweet scent mixed with your arousal. He hears your soft voice so close, telling him how good you're going to make him feel. You wrap your arms around his neck before you begin grinding yourself against his clothed cock.
A deep guttural moan escapes him as he feels the movement of your hips on him. The weight of your body on him finally gives some relief. Toji feels like he could come right then and there. Once again tugging on the ropes, in desperate need to touch your body. He couldnât break out though, not just yet. He was going to see it through.
You pull down his boxers, his thick cock springing free, slapping his stomach. An angry shade of red at the tip just proving how much youâve been teasing him. âYou like this donât you?â you ask him, an innocent tone in your words that Toji knew was just to taunt him. You swipe your finger over his tip, collecting his glossy pre cum on it. Toji throws his head back at the sudden touch, he was so sensitive right now and your teasing wasnât helping.
âWhat do you want, baby?â you whisper again into his ear. His heart pounds as your words leave him stunned and breathless. Any dignity that he had left disappeared at that moment. âPlease⊠please fuck me already,â he begs with a strained voice, his thighs flex under you. Just proving how much he needs you.
You finally give the poor man what he wants, slipping him into your wet entrance. So slow itâs torturous for him. He inhales sharply when he finally feels himself all inside you. He quivers at the feeling of your warmth, fighting the desire to thrust upwards. He becomes so delirious he could not stop begging you. He wanted you to start moving, his cock couldnât take anymore teasing. âP-please⊠ride me⊠use me pleaseâŠ,â he groans with a tremble in his voice, his face twisting into a mix of desperation and shame as he pleads with you.
How could he beg like that and not give him what he wants. You move yourself up and down him, feeling the way his hard cock molds your insides. The way his tip was hitting just the right spot. Heavy balls filled with hot cum slapping against you everytime you moved down. It's not long before your body betrays you. You wanted to see his fucked out expression in all its glory. With one finger you remove the blindfold, throwing it down the floor.
Green eyes meet your gaze, eyes wide and vulnerable. The intensity of his need for you is almost overwhelming. Still not being able to touch you, he is grateful he can see you now as you ride his cock. His expression full of lust and surrender for you. âYes⊠fuck, look at me. See what you do to me womanâŠ,â He pleads with his deep voice, his stare burning you alive from the inside out.
His body tenses and you knew he was close. His own hips now bucking up to meet your movements. The look of admiration in his eyes was starting to fluster you. Your hands slowly drags up to your clit, rubbing it yourself to make sure you orgasm with him. Toji's brain short circuits at the scene unfolding right in front of him. As much as he finds it hot, he wishes it was his fingers pleasuring you. His thrusts become deeper, desperate to cum and finally get his hands on you.
âYou feel good baby?â you coo into his ear, as you also approach your high. âSoo good, so good fâmeâŠ,â he throws his head back again, feeling you clench around him tighter. âCum.. cum inside me,â you moan, moving up and down on him faster than before. Your words push him over the edge. A string of curses followed by your name leaves his mouth. Hot spurts of cum fill you up as his body convulses under you. Both of you orgasm in unison.
His head comes to rest on your shoulder, as he tries to catch his breath. Giving you both time to savor the moment before you untie him. All you can do right now is admire the mess you made of him, pressing chaste kisses to his cheek, and thanking him for doing this.
Toji doesnât know how to react to praise but, his cock sure does. Itâs not long before he grows hard again. Your eyes widen as you feel it under you, eyes shooting up to meet his. He gives you a cocky grin when you notice he broke free from the restraints. Lifting you like nothing, he carries you to the bed. Placing you on the bed, he begins to devour you with his eyes.
âMy turn now princessâŠâ
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HII<33 i love ur work and i was wondering if you could write one where matt sees u with another guy and gets really really jealous and it ends with mattheo like really hard core fucking the reader like bend over and stuff? (can u tell iâm ovulating?)
[sorry for the late answer but Iâm cleaning my drafts and requests right now and since I have so many Iâm gonna keep them a little shorter, hope u still like it đ«¶đ»]
+ i already had something similar in my drafts so i mixed it
jealous jealous jealous you | mattheo riddle
summary: mattheo wants to make you jealous but youâre way ahead of him
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, spanking, doggystyle, jealousy from reader and mattheo, different house reader
words: 1,2k
Mattheo thought he had the best plan ever. He knew you liked him, he saw the looks you gave him when you thought he wasnât noticing. The way he could always get under your skin with his annoying comments, your cheeks heating up when he whispered them into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin.
But he was just as stubborn as you. So of course he wouldnât just admit he liked you. He wanted to make you say it so he had a plan.
Tonight it was a party where all the houses gathered together to celebrate. You knew Mattheo would be there ao of course you wore the shortest and tightest dress you owned with cute little heels on your feet. When you entered the party, it didnât took long for you to find Mattheo, dancing with Pansy. But what they both didnât knew was, you knew that Pansy liked your best friend Jane so it was obviously what kind of game he played.
But two can play that game. It didnât take long for you to find someone to dance. There was that boy Colin from your house that eyed you up and down so you took your chance. He pulled you towards him while dancing, your hips moving to the music and your ass brushing his jeans when you turned your back to him while dancing. You stood perfect, exactly in sight for Mattheo who looked at you over Pansyâs shoulder.
You smiled at him provoking, leaning forwards and shaking your ass in front of Colin. Thatâs it. That was all it took for Mattheo to let go of Pansy and storming towards you. Without a single word he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you away from the party.
"Let go of me Mattheo!" you groaned, but he didnât answer and didnât stop walking either. He took you up to the astronomy tower, pushing you against the railing so you where squeezed between it and his body.
"Iâm so fucking done with your games." he whipers angrily into your ear while he places his hands on your hips. "Donât know what you mean." you answer him with a cheeky smirk. He scoffs, turning you around with one swift motion, pushing your upper body over the railing.
"Mattheo!" you gasp loudly as your hands hold themselves at the metal beneath you. "Iâm gonna teach you a lesson now baby. Itâs called 'nobodyâs allowed to touch you besides me' understand?" be asks while slowly pushing the little fabric of your dress over your ass. You hear him groan behind you, his hands instantly on your skin.
Suddenly a sharp sting goes through you, making you gasp again in shock. You look over your shoulder and see Mattheo already smiling at you, them his hand coming down again on your cheek, leaving a mark. You bite down on your bottom lip trying to hide the moans that wanted to leave your mouth.
But soon he hits harder and you feel the wetness between your legs. "I said: Do you understand?" he repeats himself with such a sharp hit on your ass this time that a short scream left your mouth.
You feel him pulling your panties down and also hear him groan at the sight of your wet pussy. "Fuck I should have done that way earlier. Who could have known that our perfect little princess is that desperate huh?" His fingers wander over your wetness, teasing your clit in a circling motion.
Whimpers leave your mouth, wanting nothing more tham to feel him inside of you. "Please.." you start begging and wiggling your hips against him. "What was that princess? Couldnât quite hear you." he says in a mocking tone, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. "Please fuck me, need you, please." little whines leave your mouth which make his cock harder every second.
He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan desperately. He leans forwards until his mouth is next to your ear again and whispers "Iâm goimg to fuck you so hard that you wonât even remember anything from today but my cock inside your wet little pussy."
His fingers pumping and his thumb teasing your clit made you lose your mind, making you a brainless mess. "Shit look at you already so stupid just from my fingers. Whatâs gonna happen when I fuck you with my cock?" he says in a devilish tone.
"Mattheo Please.." you beg again. "Need you inside me." You hear him fumbling with his belt, opening his pants and pushing them down with his boxershorts. He rubs his cock against your ass and chuckles. "Feel this princess?" You bite your lip and nod.
He breathes out, excited to already feel you. "Iâve waited so long to do this.." Slowly he drags his tip through your wet folds, grunting at the feeling. Then he pushes in, inch for inch, biting his lip too.
"Oh fuck youâre so tight baby. Just waited for me to pound that pussy." he moans as he feels your walls clench around him, sucking him in. Your eyes roll back and your hands tighten around the railing.
His hands grab your hips even tigther, fucking you from behind. One of his hands goes around your body finding your clit to bring you even closer to your high. His other hand finds your throat and squeezes it, smiling when he hears your moan and your walls around him tightening.
"It feels so good Matty.." you mumble, your eyes already closed with parted lips. His fingers against your clit worked even faster, making you tremble in front of him. "Oh baby I know, and guess what?" he leans forwards again whispering into your ear. "Iâm gonna be the only one who touches you. Never ever will anothet man touch you. Youâre mine princess. And I am yourâs." His touch got a little softer around your throat as he says this. "I- Iâm yours Mattheo." you moan, feeling your heart swelling in your chest.
"Thatâs my good girl hm, now come for me on my cock." Your eyes squeeze shut as his hips thrust harder and faster, his fingers still working on your clit until you see stars.
You grab his arm behind you squeezing it as you come around him with a lout and broken moan. "Oh fuck.." Mattheo smiles down on you and groans as he feels your walls spasm. "Come inside me." you mumble quietly but loud enough for him to hear.
"You sure baby?" he asks again, biting his lip when he feels his climax nearing. You nod your head, feeling powerless after your orgasm. With a final thrust he stops inside you and comes inside you and letâs out a short and quite whimper, groaning afterwards to conceal it. But you heard anyways and smile already ready to tease him.
When you both calm down again, all sweaty and a little shaky, he pulls you off the railing against his body, kissing you for the first time. "Should have done that way earlier too.." You laugh lighty and look up into his eyes. "You have all the time now to do so.." "hmm i hope so." he answers, leaning down to kiss you again with all the love he had in him.
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