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suchalonelysunflower · 3 years ago

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How can you be so…? (m.c)

You, again - Part 3

Pairing: Soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader

Summary: tensions are high when the person you’re supposed to love doesn’t love you back

Warnings: panic attack, language, some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Words Count: 3 k

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HR didn’t let him put curtains on his wall. So every day Michael had to endure seeing how Y/N thrived in her new job. He had to admit was charming, with everyone but him, of course. She would bring breakfast to the break-out room every Tuesday; she would say hello to every living creature, especially to the therapy animals; she would smile and laugh and even hum without even acknowledging his presence unless she had to.

Although to be fair, Michael didn’t try to reach out either. Every time he thought about it the mark upon his wrist seemed to burn with her words “I don’t believe in soulmates”

He was not going to push it if she was not even willing to try. He was not going to put himself out there for her to just break his heart because he knew she would. As the weeks went by he realized just how easy it would be for him to fall in love with a person like her. She was clearly his type, she was funny - according to his friends, at least - she was smart, beautiful, good with animals… It scared him that he could easily name all the things he liked about her but he would rather eat up his own arm before going and trying to be friends with her.

And it seems like she thought the same thing. It was almost as if she was doing everything she could to annoy him. For example, last Wednesday, Y/N did an amazing presentation on several surveys she did by herself, Mr. Spellman was so impressed with her that he couldn’t even stop talking about it during Michael’s presentation “Oh, and how can this work with Y/N’s project… bla, bla, bla”

Two weeks ago, she came into the kitchen while he was having mini-pretzels with peanut butter as a snack, she crooked an eyebrow at him as she poured her third mug of coffee of the day “Didn’t know we could be so casual in our place of work” She said, making Michael feel self-conscious about his choice of snack - and the fact that he came to work in only a T-shirt and jeans didn’t help either.

"Maybe you should try and loosen up a little bit" He mumbled to her "That way you wouldn't be such an uptight-"

"Don't say anything that might include HR, Clifford" Y/N answered dryly "It's not me who's going to get in trouble for following the rules"

He turned to say something to her, but she was already having a conversation with Nick, planning the next surprise birthday party of the department.

Every day it was something new with her. She would bring Mr. Spellman an extra cup of coffee every meeting and then give a spectacular speech. She would make friends with everyone in the office, follow every single rule and look down on him when he didn’t. She would talk so eloquently, making Michael subconsciously mock her “Is this okay, Robert?” “How about we all go out next week to celebrate Lucia’s baby shower?” “That was so funny! But did it have to include the kittens?” Even the sound of her pretty voice upset him.

She’s winning them all over, and, even though he hates to admit it, maybe she was winning over him, too… a little bit. A very tiny bit. I mean, how could she not when she-?

Stop it. No. No, he couldn’t be friends with her. One does not make friends with the enemy, just ask any hero in any video game or movie. And right now, Michael has never encountered such a rival as in the likes of Y/N.

The rumors about Mr. Spellman’s retirement were even stronger now that Y/N was here. Everyone in the office already made bets on who out of the two of them would get the precious spot. Michael had been in the office the longest, but Y/N made better numbers in New York. They both had a great relationship with the boss, and they may or may not have been trying to get a few brownie points by bringing him coffee or enduring long talks about golf. They would both take on different projects for the company, creating the best presentations the board has ever seen and sealing deals left and right - even if he admits she was doing a better job than he was - The company has never seen such profit before but for Y/N and Michael it seemed easier than breathing.

They were head to head, the best of the best and they knew it. Neither of them bothered to bring that up, though. In fact, neither of them has even spoken to each other in at least a week. They just opted to stare at each other from a distance, challenging each other with their gazes as they completely ignored the tension that was rising between them. A tension that could very much be noticed by literally everyone else.

Like today, for example, Michael’s glare burned holes in the back of Luke’s neck as he and a group of people gathered in Y/N’s office. He couldn’t hear what they were talking but he could see them laughing over something she said.

When Luke came around his office after his little visit to the enemy’s lair. Michael was already blasting Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo on his speaker.

“Very funny, ” Luke said as he rolled his eyes, but Michael just cranked up the volume as the younger man sat down in front of him “Oh, grow up Michael!”

He stretched out over the desk to press the pause button, Michael just sat in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re fraternizing with the enemy, Hemmings”

“The “enemy” is your soulmate-“

“Does she know that?”

“-And she’s really cool if you get to know her” Michael sighed “Don’t be like that, mate. I know this situation is…”

“Shitty? Horrible? Disasterous? Terrible? A complete mess?”

“Hard,” Luke finished. “But you haven’t even talked to her yet. Y/N is a really great person and I can totally see why fate put the two of you together”

Michael hid his face in his hands “I’m afraid that if I do she’ll hate me more!” He groaned, looking up at his friends with tired eyes “It feels… it feels as if I’m going against the current, you know? I’m drawn to everything she does, like a magnet that I can’t quite get rid of. I feel the need to get to know her and let fate do the rest. But it seems like fate has been messing us up since the beginning. She doesn’t want to be my soulmate and I’m not going to force that on her. And, honestly? It kinda pisses me off because it’s not like I can’t let go of her. Not yet. And I don’t even know her! Imagine what it would be like if I do and she still wants nothing to do with me… I even feel like a creep for saying all of this! This is just so fucked!”

He let his face fall onto the desk with a loud thud. Luke cringed at the broken man in front of him.

“And on top of that, I’m going to lose the promotion!” He mumbled against the wooden surface

“C'mon that’s not true” But even Luke didn’t fully believe his words “Everything will work out as it’s supposed to”

“Highly doubt it”

“It worked out for me,” He said “When I met my soulmate we were only fourteen and fresh into high school. We were inseparable until their dad got a job here in the states the following year and they moved. Long-distance ended up being more damaging for us than we initially thought, so we decided to go our separate ways until fate let us meet again. So I finished up my studies and moved here, not really knowing where to find them or if I was even going to find them. I was just living my life like we promised we would, so imagine my surprise when we ran into each other at the supermarket just months after I settled here”

Michael hated the little green monster that settled in his heart when he saw the smile on Luke’s face as he told the story, unconsciously playing with his engagement band on his left hand. He was happy for the younger man, he truly was. But everyone’s story is different…

“But your soulmate actually wanted to be your soulmate” He mumbled sadly “Y/N doesn’t even believe in them,”

Luke hummed “Have you ever asked her why?” Michael didn’t answer and somehow, that was the answer “Try talking to her about it, I promise you there must be more of that story than what she presents”

The younger man patted his best friend’s back before getting up from his chair and walking toward the door, but before he went back, he turned and said:

“I promise you she doesn’t hate you. She could never hate you, Mike”

And with that, he left, leaving Michael alone to think while Olivia still played slowly on his speakers.

Almost instantly, his green eyes shot up to glance at the glass wall, looking over at Y/N who seemed to be writing something in a notebook. He couldn’t help but think of how pretty she looked even though she might be plotting his demise on this company right this second.

He sighed, how could someone bring such conflicting feelings all at once? He knows they are competing for the promotion and that only one of them is going to get it, and that makes him nervous as fuck. But at the same time, she makes him nervous as fuck just by being her. The insufferable, beautiful, know-it-all, stuck-up…

Michael didn’t even realize he started writing all of it on a piece of paper until it was half-filled with his thoughts on her: How mad she drives him and how she only meant trouble as the days went by and he realized she was going to make him lose his mind. It was almost therapeutic how his shoulders relaxed the more he wrote all the things he couldn’t say out loud.

He used to do that a lot in high school, actually. Always carrying some sort of notebook that would help him sort out his feelings before reaching a conclusion. He might’ve seen that trick on tv once, he doesn’t remember. But he remembers the feeling of lightness that came afterward. After all, no one was going to read it but him.

He was almost done with his inner monologue when one of the department secretaries came knocking at the door.

“Michael?” He said “You’re needed in Mr. Spellman’s office”

He looked up to see that Y/N was already walking out of her office, so he wasted no time in grabbing his things, anything really since he saw Y/N take with her a bunch of folders and papers, and rush out the door as well.

“Hold it!” He said to her as soon as she entered the elevator, and was actually surprised to see that she did “Thank you,” He breathed.

“No problem,” Y/N mentioned in a whisper, standing awkwardly to the side to give him more space.

Michael took this moment to look at her as he was catching his breath. She was still wearing long sleeves to cover her mark; arms holding the folders against her chest as her eyes traveled nervously to the numbers that symbolized the floors they were leaving behind. He noticed that she was mumbling something as her lips moved ever so slowly, but he couldn’t make out the words. And when she moved one step to the other side of the elevator, he tried not to be offended by it.

What is it with her that she cannot be in the same place as he was? Did he smell? Did she smell? Was she scared of him? Michael hoped not. He might not like the girl very much but the last thing he wanted to do was give her any reason to be scared of him. And with that in mind, he tried to break the ice once again.

“Do you know why he’s calling us?” He said, shyly.

Y/N took a quick glance at him before looking back at the numbers, clearing her throat as she offered him a small “No,”

Michael nodded, not even trying to hide his disappointment in the failed attempt to have a conversation with her. Well, at least he was trying. What has she been doing all this time? Just ignore him and pretend that nothing ever happened. He just… he can’t understand her.

“Have I done something wrong?” He bluntly asked, not meaning to say that out loud.

“What?” She asked in response, snapping her head at him just in time for the lights to start flickering.

In a matter of seconds, the entire elevator started to shake as the numbered lights got caught between the 5th and 4th floor, leaving them suspended in the in-between. All the lights turned off as a small, green emergency light illuminated them.

Michael didn’t remember the moment he went up to her and held her between his arms, shielding her from any possible danger. Maybe it was as soon as the lights went off or when the elevator shook. He doesn’t know. But what he couldn’t deny was the familiarity of having her pressed against his chest, hearts beating in sync as a warm, fuzzy feeling ran through his body; especially when he felt her hug him back, tightly as she hid her face on his shirt.

“It’s okay,” He whispered, as the elevator shook once again, making her whimper. His hand carefully caressed the back of her head, fingers tangling softly on her hair “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay”

All their papers were soon forgotten on the ground, making a mess around them as they lingered on to the sudden contact. Afraid to move but at the same time afraid of what it meant to find shelter in the other’s embrace.

“What happened?” Y/N asked with a shaky voice, breaking Michael’s heart.

He looked up at the emergency light and the way the numbers stopped between the fifth and fourth. He let out a sigh.

“The power must’ve gone out. But I find that unlikely since we have a generator” He said, slowly breaking the embrace as he inspected the fuse box, shaking his head “It’s most likely that one of the power cables finally snapped. The connection here is cold so it means this happened at the central- Hey, you okay?”

Michael turned around just to find Y/N shaking her head adamantly, one hand pressed to her chest as her breathing became more elaborate and loud, a mix of sobs and gasps as her eyes widened and filled with tears.

“I- I- I-“ She stuttered, finding it impossible to mutter any sentence as her legs gave out, falling harshly against the floor “I can’t- I can’t breathe!”

Michael rushed to her, falling to his knees in front of the panicked woman. Her eyes were puffy red, completely terrified as the warm tears ran down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, almost as if she were to scream but not a sound came from her. Michael tried to remain calm at the clear panic attack his soulmate was having, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel as scared and hopeless as she grasps onto his shirt for some type of leverage.

“Y/N! Hey, look at me! Look at me!” He said over her cries. His hands immediately went to her blazer, taking it off of her so she could feel freer. She gasped as the cold air hit her skin, but it wasn’t enough.

How could he not notice before? The quiet mumbling of the numbers of the floors, the anxious pacing, the pleading eyes… She was terrified to even before the elevator even stopped.

“Y/N, I need you to look at me, please?” He begged, feeling how her whole body tensed up before him “Please, baby, look at me!” His cold hands cupped each side of her face and she closed her eyes at the contact, still unable to breathe properly as her terrified eyes met his “I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just follow my lead. You’re okay, you’re okay”

Michael started counting to three, inhaling and exhaling at a peaceful pace. But as much as Y/N tried to follow him, the sheer fear of their confinements got to her.

“I- I can’t!” She cried, looking pleadingly at Michael, feeling as if she was taking her last breath “Michael, I- I can’t!”

“Yes, you can!” He said as gently as he could, searching for her eyes “You’re doing so good, Y/N, please. You’re okay, just- just follow my lead”

“No, no, no, no I can’t!” She yelled, gasping for air and shaking her head “This- this is all wrong! It shouldn’t- I can’t! I-”

Suddenly, everything went quiet as Michael’s lips pressed against hers.

‘This is new’ was the first thing Michael thought at the sudden contact. The kiss wasn’t rushed, nor filled with need. It was soft, lips barely pressing against one another before he captured her bottom lip on his. He was about to pull away, thinking he might’ve gone too far. But when he felt her start to kiss him back, the only thing he could think of was ‘This feels right’

All his life he’s been told that your first kiss with your soulmate would feel as if the skies opened up and showed you the end of the rainbow. But he disagreed. No, this kiss did not feel like a rainbow; it was an explosion of colors he didn’t even know could exist. It was fireworks, orchestra music, earth-shattering, people cheering, flying through the sky… It was everything that he could feel and more.

His hands caressed her cheeks as she pulled him closer by the shirt, parting her lips on a soft sigh, permitting him to relish in the feeling he soon became addicted to. It was her, all he could feel was her. It was her all over him and vice versa. He was flooded by her scent, her touch, her taste.

Michael was drunk on Y/N, and he wanted to feel like that forever. He wanted this forever.

Alas, there came the point where one of them had to pull away.

Y/N pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed as she lightly bit her lip. Michael chased the kiss, green eyes opening with completely new sight on the person in front of him. His chest felt warm, stars were shining on his pupils as his fingers lightly traced from her temple to her jaw.

“So…” She whispered, slowly looking up at him, clearing her throat as she sat back “Wh- Why did you do that?”

“I- uh,” Michael stuttered, suddenly shy “I read somewhere that a kiss can stop a panic attack”

Y/N crooked an eyebrow at him, chucking. Michael felt like heaven all of the sudden, just at the thought of him being the one that caused that sound.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard” Michael smiled

“But it worked,”

“Yeah,” She said softly, looking at him as if it were the first time “Yeah, it did”

It was quiet for a moment after that. But not the kind of quiet that says “I don’t want to be here” No, this quiet was “I like to be here with you”

Michael sat back down next to her, placing his hand next to hers on the elevator floor. He looked over at her arm, more specifically, he looked at the mark that adorned the inside of her wrist, the same one that he carried with him. Now there was no doubt. Y/N was his soulmate, and maybe, maybe that wasn’t so bad.

It was unconscious how his fingers traveled to her mark, barely gracing it just to make sure it was real. But he didn’t expect for her to pull her hand away in a quick and aggressive movement.

“Don't,” She whispered, covering her hand and shielding herself from him.

“But…” Michael hated how hurt he sounded. But the sting on his heart pulled stronger “Y/N, I-”

The elevator shook once again, but this time when they both moved to reach for the other, they stopped. Y/N looking at the floor and Michael looking defeatedly at her. How come after that moment..? Didn’t she feel it too?

“Y/N we have to talk about this,” He said as soon as the elevator started to move normally between floors again.

She shook her head, pulling herself together and transforming into the person Michael utterly disliked.

“I already told you, Michael. There’s nothing to talk about” She said, coldly “Thank you, for what you did. But we don’t have to talk about it anymore”

“But what if I want to talk about it?!” Michael got up from the floor, ready to fight it.

“Michael-”

“No!” He said, walking up to her as she leaned on the wall, avoiding his eyes at all cost “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to ignore me when I’m just as part of this as you. If I can’t ignore the mark upon my skin… I can’t believe you’re willing to do so! How can you be so fucking-?”

“Heartless?” She asked, finally looking straight at him with a coldness almost challenging.

Michael swallowed hard, challenging her just the same.

“Tell me you didn’t feel the same thing I did,” He said “Say it. Lie to me right now and I’ll believe it”

The little bell announcing they’ve reached the floor reverberated all through the elevator, just in time for Michael to step back before the doors opened, revealing a very worried and at the same time relief Mr. Spellman and a crowd gathered around him.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay!” He said “I’m so terribly sorry! This shouldn’t have happened”

“Yeah,” Michael answered, no emotion insight “It shouldn’t”

Y/N just stood straighter, ignoring the man completely and the message that was directed at her.

“Well, I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Mr. Spellman said “I’ll just tell you why I wanted to have the meeting and you can take the rest of the day off” He looked around at the people gathered to make sure Michael and Y/N were okay “And now that everyone is here… Screw it! Yes, I am retiring soon. In less than a month, actually. And I want one of you to be my successor!” The crowd cheered and applauded as Mr. Spellman turned to the two broken souls with a smile. “I’ll make my decision by the end of next week” He announced “Congrats to you both!”

Y/N smiled politely, Michael just nodded. But neither of them was in the mood to celebrate.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Pink lady

Note - For the lovely @lielullabyes 500 followers challenge! Congrats babe🥰🥰

And for @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18s challenge and birthday! I'm sorry I'm a bit late! Hope y'all like it❤❤

Summary - You try to convince your professor to give you a better grade.

Warnings - smut, age gap, professor/student relationship, deep throating, cock warming.

Prompts - professor!character x student!reader for snow

Gif prompt + your professor has a different kind of extra credit in mind for navy and siri

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You closed your eyes rubbing them to sooth the dryness. You had a long day and getting anything through your thick skull was turning out to be a challenge.

Of course it would. You were never an amazing student. You just studied the night before the exam and cramped whatever you could, writing what you remember on the test the next day. And yeah it wasn’t the most ideal way to study but it had worked so far for you. You got by alright.

It was more of all the shitty professors you’ve ever had than your fault. None of them could ever get you really interested in their subjects. They either didn’t care enough or only knew how to abuse their power.

But then he walked into your class. He was pretty enough to be a model or an actor. You just assumed he was someone famous. You felt as if you’ve met him before, as if you’ve known him your whole life. You were shocked to hear he was your new criminology professor, along with being a DA. Which has to be a demanding job.

It was impossible to not listen to him when he spoke, his voice so smooth like honey, carrying hints of a Boston accent he let slip whenever he got too passionate, which was quiet often.

He had broad shoulders and thick biceps he hit under those expensive suits and dress shirts. But it was more than that. He acted as if he cared. About his students, about the things he was teaching you. He always encouraged questions and helped everyone with their doubts. He had you on the edge of your seat with every word he said.

He even knew all the students by their names. Well... everyone except you.

You never interacted much in your classes, too afraid to make a fool of yourself in front of your dream man. So you had decided to buckle down and study as much as you can so you can finally raise your hand when he asked a question. How amazing it would be to hear him say ‘Good job' to you.

Maybe it isn’t classy to harbor such sinful thoughts about your professor. But the way his pants stretched over his round butt, hugging his long legs and creasing as he leaned against the edge of his table, his thick dark beard framing his face so perfectly, was just so mesmerizing. He was sex on legs. Were you really to blame here?

You had made sure to get to class ten minutes early so you could sit on the first bench. To get a close up look at the show. He was talking about something, you couldn’t really focus on. Your eyes stuck to his crotch, and how you could clearly see the imprint of his...

“Shit” You whispered as you heard him call out your surname, suddenly realising that he had his eyes on you.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Wh – I – don’t really think a lot.” You stammered “I’m sorry what was the question?” You cringed at yourself.

“Try to pay attention next time.” He scolded you as you cowered under his intense gaze, his lips set in a hard line as he went back to addressing the whole class and resuming his lecture.

He didn’t even spare a look at you the rest of the class. You had to keep your tears at bay. It would’ve been better if you were invisible to him. Anything would be better than being publicly humiliated like that.

You decided then and there that you don’t like him. Sure you weren’t paying attention but how dare he point that out? He would never do that to anyone else. What the fuck did he have against you.

Nope. You were going to hate him now and bear him till the end of the semester. But then, all your resolve went out the window as soon as he turned around to write something on the board, giving everyone a nice view of his 'cute bubble butt'. At least that’s what you heard someone else call it. Although the kind of feelings it gave you were anything but cute.

After two long torturous hours the class was dismissed. You scrambled to pack up your bag. You were about to leave your, but body stopped of its own accord when you heard him call out your surname again. Sending shivers down your spine. You took a deep breathe turning around to look at him, your mouth suddenly dry and your hands clammy and sweaty.

“Yes professor Barber?” You asked as you stood a few feet away from him, staring at his shoes as if they were the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. You could not look at his face. You would melt on spot and make an idiot of yourself, again.

You cursed as he walked towards you standing just in front. You had never been so close to him before, you could smell his musky cologne, feel his hot breath on your forehead.

“Don’t you think it’s rude to not look at your professor when speaking to him?” He asked cocking his head.

He couldn’t but feel proud and satisfied as you complied so easily, looking up at him. The tip of your tongue peaked out to lick your lip before your lower lip was caught in your teeth as you chewed harshly on it. A very distracting habit of yours. He really had to resist the urge to groan.

He wondered if you knew you were so cruelly teasing him or if you were as oblivious as you seemed to be.

He was excited when he was offered a position to be a teacher, a chance to shape young minds. To make a larger difference in the world. He stayed up all night preparing for his first lecture. He was always thorough with his work. He had made up his mind to do his best and be a good teacher.

But he knew he was ruined as soon as his eyes landed on you.

He wasn’t one for making friends. Always having trouble trusting people. Especially in his profession. It wasn’t that he was shy. He hated small talk and just didn’t have a lot to say, unless he was in a courtroom, even if he did he wasn’t always sure how he should say it.

But when he and his colleagues had a win on a particularly hard case, bringing down a huge mob after working tirelessly for over 3 months, he agreed to go out for drinks to celebrate. He did need to wind down a bit. When he wasn’t at the office he was at home either working or sleeping.

He was sitting on the bar stool with Henry the paralegal he had come to like the guy. He had been a huge help with the case. Henry was going on about his daughters biology project when Andy felt a tap on his shoulder he looked over his shoulder before turning around to get a proper you.

There you stood, leaning against the bar with a dopey grin on your face. He couldn’t help but do you a once over, looking you up and down, you were wearing a hot pink dress that hugged your waist before flaring over your hips. He smiled at your cute kitten heels with small white bows on them. You looked so beautiful, your hair tied up in a high ponytail as curls framed your sweet face.

“Hello mister businessman mister!” You giggled before covering your mouth as you let out a hiccup. “Oops excuse me.”

“I’m not a businessman.” He smiled shaking his head.

“Well you sure do look like one!” you laughed weakly punching his bicep “Oh my gosh” You gulped pressing his bicep in your palm “You must work out.”

“I dabble here and there.” He said waving it off as if it wasn’t a big deal “Can I buy you a drink? Are you old enough to be here?” He wondered.

“I’ll have you know I’m more than old enough” You said proudly. Normally, he would never even consider flirting with someone who looked so young, but for some reason he just couldn’t stop. “Yes I will have a drink. Wait no! No I won’t!” You gasped.

“That’s probably a good idea. You seemed to have had plenty. How about a coffee?” He offered.

“Nope I’m fine. I’m here for my friend Stacey. She likes you.” You drawled out moving your hips side to side dancing to a tune stuck in your head.

“And you don’t like me?” He pouted.

“Noooo” You whined cupping his beard in your hands. He kept pouting to milk some more sympathy from you but was completely taken aback when you pressed your soft cushiony lips over his. You pulled back staring into his eyes and said “I like you a lot! But sisters before misters you know. I couldn’t do that to my friend.” And now you were the one pouting.

He heard Henry clear his throat behind him “I’ll just go on home then. See you tomorrow man.” Andy couldn’t be bothered to turn around to say goodbye, his eyes completely focused on you.

“Oh no your friend left. Whatever you’re going home with Stacey anyway.” You looked around for your friend “Where is she? Oh no! She’s not here.”

Andy frowned looking around the bar with you “Don’t worry she must be in the bathroom or something. Why don’t you try calling her?”

You whipped out your phone from your bag. Your lips starting quivering and eyes turned glossy as you looked at it. “Hey what happened?” His instincts screaming at him to sooth your panic state. He just ran his hand up and down your forearm, there wasn’t much else he could do without seeming like a creep.

“My friend left! She said she went home with a wall street guy. Left me all alone.”

He frowned at that. “Your friend doesn’t deserve you.” He stated as if he knew you. He didn’t but he knew how loyal you were to your friend when you turned him down. Who would abandon such a sweet thing like you?

“And we were gonna go to dinner and everything.” You sniffled “I’ll have to walk home now.”

“No you won’t.” He blurted clenching his jaw. He knew just how bad men could be. He would never let a clearly inebriated woman go home alone.

Sure in any other case he would’ve called or even paid for an taxi. But he couldn’t say goodbye to you just yet. So he offered to take you home. And with some convincing you agreed.

He secured you into the passenger seat before putting your address in the GPS. He found himself laughing more than he ever had at your incoherent drunken ramblings.

“Do you believe in aliens?” Before he could even answer you continued “What if this is all just a simulation. By aliens. Like what if we’re in a tv show. That’d be awesome.” You leaned against the window, closing your eyes.

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” He wanted to know. Although he had an inkling that you definitely would be.

“Yes I am! But my friends tell me I talk too much.” You said scrunching up your nose.

“I could listen to you talk all night. But I think we’re here.” He said parking across a building. “is this it?”

“Yeah” You nodded. “You’re right dude. They don’t deserve me.”

“Don’t call me dude.” He grumbled. You call your friends ‘dude’. And he had no intentions of being just a friend to you.

“Fine dude” You chuckled. “Do you have a pen?” You asked.

“Uh I think” He felt his pockets and then pulled out a fountain pen he always carried around with him.

You took it from him and shook your head. “You business men and your pens” You snatched his arm and started writing something on his palm.

“I keep telling you I’m not a business man.” He argued.

His heart swelled with giddiness as he saw you write down numbers on his open palm.

“Call me if you wanna hear me talk some more, ‘night.” You struggled to open the door before stumbling out. He made sure you got inside your building safely before he entered your number in his phone. He didn’t ask your name, too caught up in your rant about women’s jeans not having pockets. So he just saved it as ‘pink lady’.

He was so excited to hear from you again that he called you the next morning. Only you had given him the wrong number. He didn’t know if it was a mistake or if you had just lead him on. He considered maybe ‘accidentally’ bumping into you near your apartment. But then he saw you. In his class, as his student.

You didn’t seem to remember him but obviously had a crush on him. You weren’t such a confident talker without the influence of alcohol, the one time he asked you what your name was you just replied with ‘I’ve never had one.’ Which was adorable but also infuriating.

Was he so damn forgettable? How did you manage to do such a number on him, so much so that you haunted his wet dreams, but you had completely forgotten about him and the whole encounter. Going about your merry life, your mind not plagued with such unprofessional and unethical thoughts.

He wanted to know you. To hear you ramble some more or be awkward. Literally anything but the cold shoulder you were giving him. So he did a bad thing. He called you out when you were clearly too busy ogling him. He revelled in the sick pleasure he got from embarrassing you.

“Why don’t we go talk in my office?” He suggested and collected his books without waiting for your answer. You both made your way over to his office, you following a few steps behind him. “After you.” He said as he held the door open for you.

He locked the little latch as he closed the door, instructing you to take a seat. He wasn’t sure why he had called you over. It wasn’t like he could actually act on his feelings. Or ask you if you remembered him at all. It would be out of the question. He would get fired from the university, his reputation would be tarnished.

He took a seat at his desk shuffling through the papers in his drawer and brought one out on the desk.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he took in your demure state. How you had made yourself so small across him. He decided then. He couldn’t possibly not do anything about his feelings. Once his mind was set on something he HAS to have it.

Every fibre of his being was screaming at him to simply bend you over the desk and take you in the most primal way possible. But he could wait. In just a few months you would graduate and he would ask you out. There was a possibility that you would turn him down. Again. But he’d take his chances and get what he wanted. He always did.

“Your grades aren’t doing so well Miss L/N” He said passing the paper over to you. “It’s a C. You barely passed. If you don’t get a B or up in your next exam you won’t pass my class.” As much as he loved seeing you everyday he needed you to graduate so he could have his way with you.

“Oh” You let out as you looked at the test.

“That’s all you have to say? What’s wrong? Do you not understand my teaching?” To which you shook your head no “Maybe you should focus on your studies before going to clubs and getting drunk.” He spit leaning back in his chair. He knew he was being harsh, but he also knew that you needed some tough love.

“I – clubs?” You looked up at him and frowned “I don’t go to clubs! How would you know anyway?”

“Oh so you don’t remember.” He sneered not taking too kindly to being forgotten so easily. “January’s last Thursday. You were wearing a pink dress.”

You looked as if you were in deep thought before your eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets. “Oh my god! You’re that business man!” You gasped.

“Listen closely. Because I won’t say it again. I’m not a business man. I’m a district attorney and your professor.” He said sternly as he threw his head back loosening his tie so frustrated with you. He’d have to be patient. Something he very obviously wasn’t. It’s alright. You were worth waiting for.

“Sorry” You mumbled half heartedly. You knew you remembered him from somewhere. You thought you had dreamt of meeting a handsome and charming business man. Apparently you were wrong. “Why am I here professor Barber?” You asked.

“I told you. You need to get your grades up.”

“Yeah but I’m sure many other students must’ve gotten a C or lower as well. Why are you so concerned with me? What’s so special about me?” You spit with an accusatory tone.

“I care about all my students.” It wasn’t a lie. He did. He just cared about you a little bit more.

“Uh – huh. Then why did you lock the door?”

“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.” He cleared his throat as he sat up straight in his seat.

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it?” You asked before exaggeratedly rolling them again.

He scoffed “You’re such a brat.” He shook his head. “I’ll have you straightened up in less than a week when you’re mine.”

You hummed at that. “In your dreams old man.”

“You’ll see sweetheart. I just have to wait till June.”

“Well how about you can have a little taste now? I can give you something if you can change my grade.” You offered biting your lips again.

He groaned at the tempting offer and sight “There’s nothing you can give me that will change my mind.”

“Isn’t there?” You got up and walked around the desk to him, exaggeratedly swaying your hips.

He moved in his chair to look at you kneeling between his legs. Rubbing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m sure I can change your mind.” You said confidently as you undid his buckle and pulled down his zipper.

“I doubt it.” A thought of maybe stopping you as you took his hard cock out of his briefs came to him. But then you looked at his length with such awe, as if you were admiring it.

“You like it?” He smirked.

You could only nod your head and try your best to not drool. “It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.” You admitted. It was also the biggest, his rosy mushroom head slippery with precum, couple of blue veins adorning his thick shaft. You could wait to suck the life out of him.

“How many dicks have you seen?” He frowned. He didn’t really liking you thinking about anyone else’s dick, not when his was right in front of you. “Never mind. Finish what you started.” His impatience took over him as he pushed your head down, forcing you to open your mouth and swallow him whole. He moaned at the feeling of your warm wet mouth wrapped around him. “Relax your throat.” He ordered as he pushed deeper into you.

Sighing deeply as his tip hit the back of your throat, groaning as you choked around him before swallowing. “That’s it good girl.” He praised caressing your jaw. Rubbing away the tears cascading down your cheeks.

He pulled some papers out of his bag as your raised your brows at him. “I need to get some work done sweetheart.” He shifted his hips to sit back on his chair. “How about you keep me warm till then?” He said as you whined “What? Do you have other plans?”

You shook your head as he muttered a “Good” And started going through his paperwork. “You can swallow honey. But that’s all you can do. Don’t you dare move.” He warned.

It was proving to be quiet a task. He couldn’t really focus on anything but your mouth and how he wanted to just fuck it and you stupid. But he was teaching you a lesson. He had to wait a while before he came down your throat. Besides this would give him an opportunity to really savor the feel of you.

You laid your head on his thigh as he flipped through his papers for the next half an hour. Suckling here and there to not mess up his pants. When you realised that he might be interested in you, even just a little. You hoped he would just take you, make your dreams come true. You had no idea what the fuck this shit about waiting was. But you were too afraid to say no to him.

He haphazardly put down his pen. Releasing a shaky breath he finally took hold of your head. Rolling his hips a little, he pulled his length out and pushed it back in. Setting a slow and steady pace, knowing that he’d come all too soon.

You moaned as his hand went down to cup your breast fondling it so gently. He lost it as he felt the little vibrations “Do it again” He demanded as you moaned around his length. He held onto the back of your throat driving his hips up a couple of times before spilling in your throat. “Swallow it all.” He ordered as he pulled out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’.

He groaned as he as your throat swallow a gulp “Clean me up. I have to go to work.” He pushed his tip against your lips as your tongue peaked out and licked what you couldn’t swallow and your spit off of him. You gave his tip a last kiss before tucking him back in his pants.

You stood up on wobbly feet, straightening the wrinkles in your dress. You went over to your chair cleaning your mouth up with a hanky Professor offered. “So you’ll change my grade now?” You pushed your test towards him.

He laughed “We never agreed to that sweetheart.”

“But I – but we – but I just!”

He shushed you putting his papers back in his bag “That would be unethical. You’ll be coming to my house for lessons. We have to make sure you graduate. Are you free tonight?” He looked up as you nodded “Good. Then we’ll decide if you’re worthy of a reward.” He pulled his laptop bag over his shoulder as he walked towards the door, unlatching it and holding it open for you. “I’ll see you tonight sweetheart.”

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You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl?

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10k oopsies

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : DD/BG kink, minimal booty spanking & temp play, man-handling ahaha

bio : Shouto accidentally discovers his girlfriend is much kinkier than he suspected… and he intends to test out his new knowledge as soon as possible.

author’s note : o BOY THIS IS A SPICY FIRST FIC. whew i promise im not usually this nasty actually who am i kidding yes i am :))) also side note, all characters are aged up to year 3 in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

also available on AO3 here~

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🅈our duffel bag buzzes loudly, taking your attention away from the sparring match you and Ochaco were currently engaging in.

“One sec, Ochacho-chan,” you request hastily, putting your hands up in apology and bowing.

“Sure thing Y/N,” she smiles, “I need to take a break anyway!”

You squat next to your bag, hands fishing blindly through the compartment for your vibrating phone.

Shouto ♥︎ flashes across your screen, a photo of the handsome boy slurping soba lighting up the background.

“Shouto,” you pick up, huffing after your challenging training session.

“Y/N,” he replies, his suave voice instantly bringing a minute flush to your cheeks. “Where are you right now?”

“Ahhh I’m at the training center with Ochacho-chan,” you answer, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “We were working on our hand to hand combat!”

“Hmm,” he purses his lips in frustration. “I left my Search and Rescue textbook in your room yesterday. Any chance I could come by and grab your key?”

Your foot absentmindedly plays with the strap of your duffel bag, wandering aimlessly as you clutch the cellphone to your ear. “My door should actually be unlocked,” you chime,” so no need to come all the way over here!”

Shouto frowns. “You leave your door unlocked?” he pauses, “Knowing we have some questionable… characters living in the same building?” His mind is immediately on Mineta and Kaminari, the two perverts of the class.

Your laugh smoothes over his distaste, instantly bringing a small smile to his lips.

“I know you forget your things in my room so you have an excuse to see me,” you say playfully, your bottom lip captured by your teeth as you bashfully rock on the balls of your feet.

A slight blush covers Shouto’s cheeks, which he is glad you’re not there to see. “Hmm, it seems I’ve been figured out. I guess I’ll stop doing that then,” he teases, prodding you for a reaction.

“N-No, that’s okay,” you rush out, adding a hesitant laugh. “I’ll… I would take any excuse to see you,” you murmur, voice growing quieter.

Shouto’s heart flutters, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Um, anyway, my door is unlocked so just go on in. I should probably get back to Ochaco now,” you trail off awkwardly.

“Can I buy you dinner tonight?” It slips out before Shouto can even think.

A beat passes, and Shouto licks his lips in anticipation.

“I would really like that, Shouto,” you chuckle into the phone. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Of course. See you tonight,” Shouto smiles, taking the phone away from his ear and pressing the red button on his screen. He stands in front of your door for a moment, gazing at your contact picture. God, you were so cute. How he had managed to score you, he had no clue.

He’d been in his room when he called you, but walked over to your floor and dorm room as the conversation ensued. Just as you had said, when his hand touches the door handle, it gives way and he steps into your room.

Closing the door behind him, he breathes in and closes his eyes, savoring the sweet and clean smell of you that lingered on your belongings. After a moment, he walks over to your desk, his textbook in sight, but buried underneath an open notebook with your messy notes scrawled across half the page. Your laptop rests to the left of the notebook, open and upright, but the screen is black and the charger light is green, indicating the battery is full.

Shouto’s fingers automatically reach for the cord, unplugging the charger as it was best to do so for your laptop’s battery in the long run.The screen automatically lights up, a black browser popping up and displaying a video.Shouto tries to avert his eyes before he could read the screen, but he had already read the video title the instant it popped up.His face instantly bursts into a cherry-red blush, and he chokes as his throat suddenly dries, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth in shock.

You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl? Beg for Daddy, Maybe I’ll Be Nice.

Shouto’s wide eyes scan the title again, and then a third, and a fourth time to make sure he had read it correctly. You had left your door unlocked, your laptop open, and a porn website out on display?

Had you… meant for him to see this?

He shakes his head in disbelief. There was no way that his innocent and sweet girlfriend had planned this out… which meant that you would probably be mortified if you knew he had found this.

Shouto stands frozen at your desk, unsure of what to do. The two of you were no strangers to sex. You had been dating for almost seven months now, and you had been intimate together a handful of times.

But never like this… Daddy? Baby girl? Begging?

Shouto’s mind suddenly wanders somewhere very indecent, and he gulps as he shakes his head. Sure, everybody has fantasies and turn-ons… this wasn’t that far-fetched.

But that’s why he is so torn. He could leave now and pretend he had never seen this… or he could sit down and watch this video, and do to you whatever this video entailed.

Unable to make up his mind, he hastily sits in your desk chair, swiveling the back around and scooting in to sit properly in front of the laptop. This was dangerous territory.

Well… watching the video couldn’t possibly hurt, could it?

Biting his lip, his long fingers reach toward the trackpad. His fingertips hover over the key hesitantly, before he shoots up abruptly from the chair and delves his fingers in his two-tone hair.

Pacing now, he lunges across the room and bolts the door. Walking in a circle, his arms cross on top of his broad chest. Why was he second guessing himself? He had been so sure just a second ago… That’s right, he had made up his mind!

Shouto rushes over to the chair again, eagerly hopping into it. Before he could question himself again, he grabs the headphones plugged into your computer and presses play, his heart thumping against his rib cage. His knee bouncing, palms clammy, the video begins to play.

The screen remains black, but shuffling is heard through the headphones. Suddenly, a sultry male voice speaks.

“Hmmm, you’re back for more so soon, kitten?”

A fresh blush immediately bloomed on his cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing. Hands quivering, he remains still, questioning if he should be here or not. Before he can think further, the voice starts again.

“You know it’s very naughty of you to beg for me like this, baby.” A sweaty hand lands on Shouto’s knee, his lips wavering uneasily as his fingers grab on, knuckles turning white. The voice chuckles darkly, purring almost. “What’s that, you need me to touch you? Hmm, like this? Do you like when I touch your tits like this baby girl? You’re such a naughty little thing, not wearing a bra like this. Mmm, I can’t help but touch your aching body, princess.”

Shouto sits back roughly, cheeks still bright red as he processes the man’s words. Is this… what turned you on? Could this be… what you touched yourself to? Did you… did you close your eyes and think of him when you did? His cock jumps in response, a tent rising in his pants. Fuck, this was hot.

“Did you miss me baby girl? Did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone? You know that’s against the rules.” Shouto’s mouth feels as dry as a desert, a shaky breath tumbling out of his parted lips. Holy shit, the image of you touching yourself to this makes him sweat. Would you be willing to call him that? Daddy?

“Oh baby, look at you. What a mess you’re making on our sheets… You’re dripping wet, mmmm, look at your slick, tight, little pussy.” Shouto’s eyelids fall as he imagines your hot, sweet cunt, remembering the taste of you and the way you whimper as his tongue disappears into your heat. His hand trembles, hesitantly jerking toward the tent in his pants.

“Fucking shit,” he groans, hunching over the desk as his hand rests gently on his bulge, fingertips brushing back and forth gently.

Is this how you wanted him to talk to you? You wanted him to talk dirty to you and call you these sweet names?

The voice purrs lowly, a sigh escaping the man. “You want my fingers in you baby girl? You want me to fuck you with my fingers huh? Tell me what you want, baby. Be a good girl and beg for me.”

Shouto gasps as his body shudders. Jesus, this was some kinky stuff. But… he liked it. Very much, apparently, according to his prominent erection.

“That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

A smirk crosses his lips as he could definitely imagine you acting like a little brat underneath him, just to irk him. You loved to push his buttons all the time, even when you weren’t fucking.

“What was that kitten? I didn’t hear you. What’s my name again?”

His eyes closed, a quiet moan falling from his lips. He could just picture you in front of him, gazing up at him with those wide and innocent eyes… calling him Daddy. Imagining that word rolling off your sweet tongue jerks him out of the chair, pausing the video.

A harsh sigh heaves from his chest, hands splayed on the desk as he pants, hunched over your laptop. Watching this video, invading your privacy… it made him feel grimy, but the feeling in his pants was just as intense.

He stands still for a moment, processing all of this, before he rewinds the video back to the beginning and plugs your laptop charger back in. After making the computer go back to sleep, he pushes himself off the desk, making sure to grab the textbook he came for. With a last glance at your laptop, he exits your room, book strategically placed on his abdomen, hurriedly returning to his room to conduct further research and take care of his… issue at hand.

~~~

You blow away the stray hair tickling your nose, diligently holding the iron away from your face. The fresh curl falls as you release the clasp, and you smear away a mascara smudge under your eyebrow, leaning into the mirror. Blinking at your reflection, you let out a shaky breath.

You unplug the curling iron, your other hand running through the curls to smoothen the neat spirals. Fixing your top, you turn away from the vanity, standing up.

Swinging your small purse off the back of the chair, you grab your jacket and shrug it on.

A knock on your door grabs your attention, and an eager smile immediately blossoms on your lips. You quickly drag your perfume rollerball across your wrists and dab it along your neck, tucking the vial into your purse and opening the door.

Your boyfriend stands in the doorway, thumb tucked in the pocket of his jeans, the other hand fixing his hair. The sherpa-lined denim jacket laid perfectly against his broad shoulders, gray t-shirt snug against his muscular chest, finishing off with black jeans tucked into his dark brown chelsea boots. His hand falls from his hair to snake around your waist, gathering you to his chest. You gladly let him scoop you up, arms coming to wrap around his neck.

“Shouto,” you mumble into his neck, breathing in his strong and fresh cologne. “You look so handsome tonight.”

He pulls back his head so your eyes lock. Something unrecognized stirs within the depths of his heterochromatic gaze. His other hand floats underneath your face, thumb and forefinger catching your chin to lock you into his stare. You’re suddenly very aware of the hand that presses into your lower back, his long fingers trailing across your jacket slightly.

He responds, voice whisper-soft. “And you look absolutely delectable, baby girl.”

He allows one second to savor your stunned expression as you process the new pet name that he had addressed you by before he guides your lips to his, capturing your mouth tenderly.

Your whimper lodges from your throat as Shouto’s lips press against yours, your hand pressing the nape of his neck towards you to deepen the kiss.

His hand drops from your chin, face pulling away from yours. His half-lidded eyes admire your flushed cheeks, and the desperate look that lurks below the surface of your expression, a smirk landing on his lips. He gently pries your hands away from his neck, kissing your cheek swiftly as he laces his fingers with yours.

“Hungry?”

Oh, so he was just going to skate on by it, like it was no big deal. You clear your throat tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and nodding quickly. “S-starving.”

“Let’s go then, baby girl, the ramen place closes in an hour,” he says nonchalantly, eyes regarding you as he watches blush blossom across your cheeks. This could be fun.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, and he exhales softly through his nose at the action, concealing a groan. He tugs on your hand, steering you toward the elevators and toward your awaiting meal.

~~~

“Y/N?”

Flustered, you look up at your boyfriend, who is watching you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, embarrassed to have been caught in your own thoughts.

A warm smile splits Shouto’s lips, a short laugh escaping. His eyes catch yours, genuine zeal clearly identifiable. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can look up what’s in theaters now. Or maybe we could get bingsu? My treat, baby girl. I know you love the mango one, from that place on the corner.”

“S-Shouto,” you murmur, eyes falling to rest on the cleared table in front of you. Your fingers pick at the corner of the discarded napkin nervously.

Shouto reaches out, his hand folding around yours, effectively making you look at him. “What is it baby girl? You wanna go home?”

Your legs clench together underneath the table, the building heat between your legs burning insatiably. He’d been calling you “baby girl” all night and you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You swallow, eyes averting from his to look at the hem of his t-shirt. “Y-Yes please, I don’t feel very well,” you answer honestly. You definitely wanted to get back to the dorms.

Shouto nods earnestly, getting up out of his seat and helping you out of your own. His left hand lands on your back, slipping underneath your jacket and making the warmth of his quirk known through your thin shirt. “No problem, Y/N, let's get you home.”

He calls an Uber back to the dorms even though you had originally walked, the restaurant being about a 25 minute stroll from the UA campus. He opens the car door for you and slides in after you, hands reaching out to click your seatbelt into place before securing his own. You blush again, murmuring a “thank you”, and grab his hand eagerly. Shouto smiles smally in return, his other palm smoothing over your joined hands.

As you step through the doors to the dorms, a burst of nerves blooms deep in your stomach. Shouto’s hot hand was again on your back, gently guiding you to your door.

Your head feeling light, your hand searches frantically for your keys in the depths of your purse. You had locked your room this time thanks to Shouto’s earlier admonishment.

Shouto’s lips press gently to your temple, making you jump in surprise. The corners of his mouth twitch upward at your reaction. ”Are you okay baby girl?” he breathes into your ear.

Your pussy quivers at his voice so close, his fingers spreading downward from your waist. His breath fans over your neck as your shaky fingers finally reach your keys. Your wrist trembles as you push the key into the door, and Shouto reaches over to turn the handle, pushing it open and slightly nudging you into the dark room.

The door shut behind you and the click of the lock is heard audibly in the silent room. A crack in your blinds casts a thick beam of moonlight onto the floor, illuminating your otherwise pitch black room.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Shouto’s hands find your figure again, fingertips floating across your waist. His biceps caging you into his embrace, he presses a short kiss to your throat. “You don’t feel so good, baby girl?” His lips part and he places them against the column of your neck again, this time leaving behind a slick patch from his eager tongue.

You shake your head weakly, knowing your voice would come out broken and wavering. You feel his hands traveling around your waist, his hips brushing against your ass just barely.

“Anything I can do to help you, baby girl?” His voice is so low, and it drips with something almost ominous, swallowing up your senses. His teeth ghost over your throat, triggering a soft gasp from you. His mouth breaks into a sinister smile at your reaction.

“Y-Yes, I need your hands… on me,” you whimper, hand reaching up to anchor yourself on his bicep.

Shouto exhales against your skin, cock jerking in his jeans at your reply. His hands move slowly from your waist down your hips, fingers curling around your inner thighs, sliding up past the hem of your skirt. “Where do you want my hands, baby girl?”

Your legs tremble, and you curve your back into his chest, ass pushing against his crotch. A fresh blush litters your cheeks at the recognition of his clothed erection.

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmurs huskily into your ear, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. They were so painfully close to your panties, a ragged breath escapes you.

Your mouth parts to reply but your words fail you, your body only being able to focus on breathing as steadily as possible. Oh god, you were so turned on right now.

His fingers brush against the edge of your panties, and your legs clamp together desperately. “Here? You want my hands on you right here? Use your words, kitten.”

A reticent moan leaves you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “P-please, Shou…”

An ardent grin raises the corners of his mouth, and for the first time tonight his breath shakes as he replies. “That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

Your body freezes, anxiety enveloping you in an icy grip. You absolutely knew what he meant, without a shed of a doubt. Eyes wide, you rip out of his grasp, turning to look at him.

Your eyes meet and a hesitant look penetrates his intense gaze.

“You—,” you choke out, eyes darting to the open laptop on your desk. Shouto’s eyes follow yours, and a guilty expression instantly graces his handsome face. His hands out in front of him, blush reddening his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Shouto whispers, “Please let me explain. I didn’t mean to see it, but I accidentally woke up your laptop when I was grabbing my textbook and I tried not to see it but…”

You feel absolutely mortified, eyes wide and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You cannot believe you were so stupid to have left your laptop open and on the Incognito browser! “Oh my god,” you sniffle, pure shame encompassing you.

Shouto closes the distance between you two, arms bringing your figure into his embrace. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. Please don’t be embarrassed, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” One hand runs through your hair repeatedly, while the other presses you tightly into his chest.

You stay silent, words once again failing you. What if he was just doing this because you thought it was hot? What if he was making himself do this, even if he thought it was freaky? You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, hugging him back.

After a moment he draws your head back so your eyes lock, and that dubious emotion once again is visible deep in his two-toned stare. “I know I shouldn’t have pressed play,” he admits, tongue slipping out to run across his lips swiftly. His eyes flick to your own lips momentarily before looking deep into your eyes once again. “But the thought of you being into this,” he groans, eyelids dropping half way and fingers clutching your hair intensely,” The thought of you touching yourself to that… Just the possibility of you imagining it was me saying those nasty things to you… God, I couldn’t help myself, baby girl. You have got me so damn infatuated with you.”

His sultry eyes bore into your wide ones, melting away all your fear and hesitance. You want to say something, anything, but your lips are just paralyzed in shock. He was into this? Your cool and composed boyfriend wanted the same dirty things you did? Your pussy throbs between your legs, desire intensifying like he had poured gasoline onto the fire.

“You can say no, baby girl. Don’t be afraid to, there will be no consequences and no hard feelings on my part. I know this is a lot to ask of you,” he breathes, his magnetic gaze buttering you up. His hand stretches around your head, middle finger pushing against your jaw and thumb brushing your cheek. “But if you want to continue, I would happily oblige. All you have to do is—“

Your hands move before you can think, lacing around the back of his neck and gathering his lips to yours. The kiss is passionate but short, catching him by surprise. The fact that he is just as considerate as ever, even in this mortifying yet exhilarating situation… it turns you on even more. This man is all yours, you are all his, and you damn straight intend to show him.

You pull back, admiring the startled expression on his features. A soft, wanton moan escapes you, your eyes falling to his lips before sneaking back up to his eyes, catching his dazed stare through your thick eyelashes. “Please continue, Daddy.”

Shouto’s dick strains against his briefs, angrily awakened by your enthusiasm. A strangled noise releases from his throat, his fingers automatically gripping you harder. His eyes wide in astonishment, he blinks at you once, twice, before his entire demeanor reverts back to his predatory behavior from earlier.

“Fuck,” he groans, smashing your lips against his. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips and thrusting into your mouth. Tongue rolling over yours, his hands roughly touch your aching body. His hands fumble to tear away your jacket, your purse making a loud noise as the metal chain on the strap hits the ground.

His right hand cups your breast, squeezing diligently as his thumb rolls over the center of your bra, right over your nipple. His other hand grabs your ass cheek, gathering you closer to his body as his tongue dances with yours.

Your hands feverishly run along his body. Fist full of his hair, your other hand desperately running along his muscular shoulder, thumb dipping down to press into his collarbone.

Your mouths pull away, a string of saliva connecting your restless tongues as you both gasp for air. Your gaze meets his as you both try to catch your breath, desire clear as day in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles on ragged breath, the fingers from the hand on your ass straining toward your panties. They successfully push them aside, the tips of his middle and ring fingers connecting with your slick hole.

Your body shakes uncontrollably at his caress, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you throw your head back.

Shouto pushes your body backwards, scooping you up and throwing you onto the bed. Your back hits the comforter and he’s instantly on top of you, fingers sliding back and forth easily along your slit.

“You’re wet as fuck baby girl,” he accuses, fingertips prodding your hole just barely enough to get a reaction from you. “Have you been this wet all night? Pressing your legs together underneath the dinner table and in the Uber? Hmmm, you like when I call you baby girl, don’t you?”

Your leg curls around his, trembling in anticipation. “Yes, Daddy, I love it so much,” your voice is hoarse from being breathless, and Shouto’s cock swells at your tone.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” he whispers into your neck, pausing to place more hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thumping pulse. “I think you deserve a reward for being so cooperative, baby girl.” His fingers push into your tender core, neatly trimmed fingernails rubbing along the pulsating, velvety walls.

You’re positively quaking underneath him, loud and unabashed moans meeting his quiet pants. His fingers feel so good inside of you, the way he curls them upward slightly to massage that special spot he always manages to find. “Oh, Daddy,” you whine, legs opening wider to give him more access.

“God, look at you,” he taunts, voracious eyes gauging your desperate body thrashing under his. “You’re such a nasty girl, you love when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

It’s impossible to breathe, so you just nod pathetically, your nails cutting little crescent indents into the skin on the bicep he’s propping himself up with. The nod seems like just enough to satisfy him as he smirks, tongue forcing itself into your mouth again and dominating yours.

His fingers slide deeper inside of you with ease, and he curves his fingers rigidly, assaulting your pussy without mercy. “Christ, look at you. You’re making such a mess baby girl.”

Your hand grips the duvet, fingers frantically clenching the material. Your spine arches off the mattress, breasts pressing up against his chest. “Please, Daddy, I need more! Please!” you beg, your mind hazed with lust.

Shouto sighs ruggedly, his hair tickling the side of your face as his body rocks gently to the force of his fingers in your tight cunt. He leaves a short kiss on your cheek before his teeth pinch the tip of your ear, his hot breath hitting your cartilage. “I love when you beg for me, baby girl. How can I resist when you ask so kindly?”

His mouth leaves your ear, body slithering south so his face is in front of your sleek, hot pussy. His fingers leave your core, and the noise of discontent that leaves you is cut short immediately as his tongue thrusts into you. His tongue pushes in and out of you quickly, the fingers that were in you a moment ago rubbing your clit with fervor.

Your hand slaps over your mouth as you let out a stifled cry, eyes scrunching closed at the feeling Shouto was giving you. No matter how good he was making you feel, you would die of embarrassment if your classmates heard you in such a state.

“Baby girl,” Shouto pants as his mouth comes away from your cunt, his chin shining with your slick. His fingers plunge back into you, making it hard for you to look at him straight. “Do you like it when I eat you out? You like my tongue on your pussy, baby girl?” he asks, eyes glittering mischievously. His tongue wraps around your clit, pulling it into his mouth and ravishing the nerve in circles.

Your back flies off the bed once again, a hand clutching his hair for dear life. You take your hand off your mouth for a moment to reply, but your voice dies in your throat as his fingers ram into you harshly. A muffled squeal escapes you, and a dark chuckle replies from the man between your legs.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your voice unsteady. The pressure building between your legs becoming undeniable, your thighs shake slightly around Shouto’s head.

Shouto’s tongue leaves your clit, lips kissing the bundle of nerves gently. “You wanna cum, baby girl? So soon? You must be desperate, huh?”

“Oh god, Daddy,” you whine, glancing down to catch his intense gaze. “You make me feel so good, I can’t help it. Please, please let me cum.”

He smirks against your hot cunt, fingers never tiring. “You’re such a good girl, I don’t even have to tell you to beg,” he sighs, eyes closing as he savors your taste. “God, you’re so sweet and wet. Now be a good girl and cum all over my face.”

His mouth sucks your clit back in, tongue smoothing over the nerve back and forth with renewed speed. His wrist finds a new angle, allowing his fingertips to assault your cunt even deeper than before.

Your body sweats feverishly against his hot embrace, and you cry out in surprise when his right hand slips under your shirt and then under your bra. The icy temperature awakens goosebumps on your skin and your nipple hardens quickly, rolling the pert bud between his thumb and forefinger. The novel sensation pushes your body over the edge, your cunt clamping down on his fingers harshly. Your hand claps over your mouth just in time as you let out a scream, your orgasm raking through your body. Your hips dig into the mattress, your pussy clenching and throbbing and leaking your cum all over Shouto’s fingers and his mouth.

Shouto’s fingers slow, but his tongue continues to lick eagerly at your clit, lapping up the fresh essence that leaks out of your slit. His fingertips brush over your sweet spot a few more times before he takes his fingers out of your hole, his tongue taking their place and tracing circles inside of you. He trails his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, circling the tip around your clit one last time before he pulls away, kissing your thighs with his slick lips.

Your body shivers as the tide of ecstasy recedes, eyes opening to see Shouto looking down at you intensely, his fingers in his mouth as he sucks your cum off his digits. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” his lips touch yours tenderly, almost softly. His fingers curl around the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue shyly licks your bottom lip, and your mouth gladly grants him entrance. Your taste lingers on his tongue, but it’s pleasant as his own tongue caresses yours gently. Your fingers curl under his jacket, pulling on the trim with pleading hands. Shouto’s hands leave you for a moment as he rips it off, flinging it onto the floor. He also yanks his t-shirt over his head, discarding it as he had the jacket. Your hands eagerly land on his broad, muscular chest, savoring his delicious build. Your lips meet his again and your tongue meekly pushes into his mouth, taking him by surprise. He moans into your lips, allowing your tongue to push his into moving in sync.

Shouto shuffles backwards so he sits between your legs, his hands gripping your waist and the back of your neck again, pulling you to sit upright with him as your lips continue to push against each other.

His hand grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it up swiftly. Your lips break away from his for just a second as your shirt leaves you, but as soon your torso is exposed his hot lips are back on yours. This time, he takes the lead, easily dominating you as he shoves his tongue roughly between your lips. You gasp, only making his quest easier than before as you allow him further access. His hands clutch onto your waist, pulling your hips toward his. Your mouths part, shared shaky breath leaving the both of you. You watch as his eyes open slowly, gaze trained on your face before trailing down, regarding your uncovered chest and the lacy bralette.

“This,” he mumbles as his lips touch yours again, on hand settling on your hip while the other pinches at the clasp of the bralette,” has got to go.” The lacy material sags as the clasp opens, and his calloused fingers brush away the straps on your shoulders. He sweeps the discarded material off the edge of the bed, focus directing to your bare chest instead. His hand cups one of your breasts softly, lips gliding against yours as he groans. “Why are you so fucking irresistible?” He ducks his head so his mouth captures your nipple gracefully, licking and skimming his teeth along it teasingly.

You arch into his touch, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Your hands grab onto his skin as a destitute mewl floats out from your lips. “Shou,” you huff, wanting to catch his determined gaze once more.

His eyes cast upward toward yours impishly, a smile curling his lips as they hold onto your pert nipple. His tongue runs over the hard bud between his teeth, making you cry out softly. “What did you call me, baby girl?” His hand claps swiftly against your ass cheek, your body jolting against his as you let out a shaky moan.

“I, I’m sorry Daddy,” you whisper, your body dismayed as he releases your breast, head returning to your eye level. His gaze analyzes yours, watching your expression perceptively. You had responded positively to the spank. “Can I…”

“What was that, baby girl? Spit it out,” he commands, his other hand clashing against your other cheek, which jiggles invitingly, advertising the fresh red mark he had just inflicted.

“Can I p-please suck your cock, Daddy?” you finally manage to choke out, an intense blush infiltrating your cheeks. Shouto’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise at your request, but a smirk quickly rises to his lips.

“You wanna suck my dick, baby?” his lips brush underneath your jaw as he leans in, sucking the skin there harshly and lapping over it with his tongue afterwards. “God, you’re such a fucking slut for me.” His fingers graze your soft folds again, making you buck your hips against him clumsily. He gazes at his digits, watching the trail of arousal string out as he stretches his fingers apart. “You really are my good baby girl,” he remarks, eyes landing back on your pleading expression. “Alright, go ahead. Show me what your sweet little mouth can do.”

Your hips shuffle forward, placing yourself on his lap as your hands splay down his muscular back. He hums mirthfully as you trace your hands down his torso, your lips finding solace on his trapezius. You roll your hips against his slowly, savoring how his hips jut up against yours and the way his head falls back at the action.

Eagerly, you shuffle to the edge of the bed, Shouto’s body following you on his own accord. Your head tucks down, yout tongue tracing a trail down his pec and swooping around his nipple slightly. A forced cough erupts from the back of his throat at the action, his skin more sensitive than he likes to admit. His hand combs through your hair, grabbing onto it as you place more kisses down his abs, stopping at the top of his jeans. You get off of him, sliding off the bed gracefully as your knees hit the floor in one languid action.

Shouto stands, hands undoing the button on his jeans hurriedly and he pushes the denim down his thighs halfway. His hot gaze lingers on you as you tentatively move forward, lips meeting his clothed cock in an innocent kiss, eyes glancing up to capture his. A hot blush rushes across his cheeks, and he’s glad you look away, focusing your attention back to his dick. Your hand meets the prominent outline of his cock, rubbing your fingertips along the shaft as you place an open-mouthed kiss on the head, effectively wetting his briefs. He swallows thickly, watching as you shyly tug the elastic band over his hips.

His cock springs free, bouncing out to touch your cheek impatiently. You smile at the sight of his dick so ready for you. His member stands thick and long, totally upright with veins popping out and running the length of his dick, the head swollen and red with just a drop of precum sitting pearled and ready. Restlessly, you wrap your hand around his cock, lips parting and tongue dragging along the tip of him, savoring the salty, musty taste.

Shouto has a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you from above, enjoying the sensation of his cock finally being acknowledged. “Oh, baby girl, you know I don’t like to be teased. Why don—”

You cut him off, mouth opening and taking in half his dick, tongue swirling on the underside carefully. Shouto’s smirk effectively is wiped off his face as you moan, the vibration locking his legs up as he shakes slightly, shocked at your sudden actions. Quickly while you have the upper hand, you bob backwards and then toward his body again, even more of his hard cock disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. He gasps for breath, mouth open and eyes wide as he watches his dick penetrate your lips. Your sinful tongue snaking around his shaft, a quiet “fuck” slips out of him as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You moan at his sheer size, the action constricting your throat around him and his hips jolt into you. His cock slams even deeper into your throat and you repress the urge to throw up, gagging harshly and eyes watering as his gaze locks with yours. You lean back and gasp for air, coughing shakily.

Shouto bends down, hand moving your hair to the side as his expression shifts toward concern. “Are you okay baby girl? Sorry, that was a little rough for you,” he mumbles regretfully, hand rubbing your back.

You look back up at him and his breath stills as your gaze catches his. “Oh, Daddy, I love choking on your cock,” you admit, ignoring the tears stinging the corners of your vision. Your hand grabs his slick cock once again, taking him into your mouth and starting to bob on his length at a fast pace.

Shouto’s hand flies up to cover his mouth, his brow scrunched in a mix of pleasure and awe, watching your eager actions lustfully. Holy shit, you were so fucking hot to him.

You continue to nod along on his length, savoring the way his eyes flutter as his tip reaches the back of your throat each time. His hand clutches your hair tightly, moving along complacently as you set the pace. Your other hand floats up to fondle his balls, massaging them in your palm gently as your other hand digs your nails into his thigh.

Your mouth leaves his cock with a quiet pop, a thick string of saliva trailing between your parted lips and the head of his dick. You only mean to take a quick break to gasp for breath before you continue, but Shouto has other plans.

He pounces on you, rough hands cupping your ass and throwing you up into his arms so your center slaps against his abs. Your breath is ragged, chest shaking with sheer excitement. Shouto seems just as frantic, his wet, hard dick caressing your ass cheek as he places your back against the comforter, your head gently touching the pillow. He’s panting, warm breath rolling over your cheek as his two-toned eyes pierce your own. His body hovers over yours, long locks of red and white grazing your face. Your body jumps slightly at the feeling of his tip meeting your slick entrance, rubbing between your folds gently.

Your stomach momentarily stops roiling with anticipation as butterflies suddenly appear there instead, Shouto nudging his nose softly against yours. “You ready?” he whispers, cerulean and gray orbs peering deep into your eyes, searching, probing, for even the slightest wisp of doubt.

Your hand lifts and cups his jaw, pressing your lips to his sweetly for a moment. An unspoken thankfulness for his considerate gesture transferring from you to him. Your eyes open again, all tenderness gone. “I’ve been ready for you all night, Daddy.”

A wicked grin splits his lips, eyes glinting down at you as his hips rut forward, shoving his entire length into you in one powerful thrust. A mix between a wheeze and a shout of pleasure releases from you. The sensation of your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock, the feeling of him pushing your cervix aside to nestle deeply inside of you, caressing your most secret and hidden spot— it makes your eyes roll back and your lips fall open, even though no noise escapes.

Shouto is still as a statue above you, expression almost pained as he tries not to even breathe. You had never been this reactive to him before, your drenched pussy gripping his cock so tightly stars briefly danced underneath his eyelids. And yet, even with how tightly your core held him, it had been so gloriously easy to just slide his dick right into your awaiting trove, your essence leaking out from your hole to dampen the sheets.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you lament, your body shaking in bliss at his cock filling you so perfectly. Your whine seems to snap Shouto out of whatever cosmic trance he was in, his hips automatically pulling away only to snap back into you, a wet smack bouncing off the walls. “Shit,” he murmurs, repeating the action. His eyes jump from your pussy swallowing up his dick, to your face of pure bliss. Your jaw falling wide open, your eyelids clamped shut tightly, eyebrows drawn upwards in the middle of your forehead as you obediently take his cock. “You’re so fucking tight baby girl,” he groans, glancing down again to watch his dick sink into your scorching, slippery core.

It’s so hard for you to find your breath. Every time Shouto’s hips hit yours you forget everything else, including how to breathe it seems. You close your mouth, teeth pinching your bottom lip and eyes prying open to catch his sizzling gaze. He stares you down, your exchange intense as he dominates you, plunging his thick cock into you again. The feeling makes your eyes flutter, a fresh blush lacing your cheeks as you look at him.

Shouto’s lips are in a self-assured smirk, eyebrows scrunched as he leans down onto you, carelessly rubbing his tip into your g-spot. Your pussy throbs and you fight back a sob of pleasure, your eyes still wet from choking on his dick minutes before. “Daddy,” you wail as he positions himself closer to you, arm curling tenderly around your waist to arch your back, pushing your hard nipples up against his strong chest. His hips dig into yours, grinding the head of his dick against your spot. Both your body and your walls shiver at the action, fingers curling into the covers hysterically.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he whispers, voice low and more gravely than you had imagined possible.

You lick your lips urgently, throwing a short look to his dick retreating from your aching slit before catching his sinful gaze again. “Please Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” your hair fanned around your pretty face, your cheeks bright red, desperation filling your wide eyes. Your needy look makes Shouto groan, his heart slamming against his rib cage. God, it was so hard for him to not give in… but he really wanted to hear you beg.

His hips glide into yours slowly, pulling out and pushing back in at a measured, hesitant tempo. Even just these careful thrusts has you covering your mouth, head tossed back in ecstasy. His hips carefully rake against yours a few more times before he leans in close. His lips ghosting over the hammering pulse in your throat. “Like this, baby girl?” His body trembles as he restrains himself, strung out like a ticking bomb as he continues his calculated ministrations.

You grab the back of his neck, lacing your fingers in the short hair and pulling harshly. He lets out a small moan, hips stuttering as he almost strays from his plan.

You wiggle your hips flush against his, opening your legs wider and securing them around his waist. “Daddy, I love your dick so much,” you whisper onto his neck, feeling his hands tremor just a bit before you smile against his skin. “Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Shouto sighs, pulling almost all the way out before shoving his whole cock back into you. Your eyes roll backwards in your skull and before you can even cry out, he does it again… and again, and again. His pace is so fast and hard you can’t keep up. His hips snapping harshly against yours, he fucks you like his life depends on it. His hand is turning the flesh on your waist white as he slams your hips onto his, strangled gasps falling out of his mouth. Your lips fall apart but you can’t muster any words, hell, you can’t even produce a single thought. “Fuck yes, Y/N,” he hisses, balls deep in your dripping core. “Your cunt is so wet for Daddy— you love being fucked like this, don't you, baby girl?”

All you can do is nod weakly, overwhelmed by the pressure building between your legs. You whimper, nails digging into Shouto’s prominent back muscles as your toes curl in bliss. He laughs crudely at your frazzled state, sounding more like a snarl as he continues the delicious onslaught on your g-spot.

“What was that, baby girl?” he teases short-windedly, your cunt trembling around his thick member. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

You try your best to clear your throat, but only a dissolute sob comes out. Shouto’s hand grabs your chin sharply, and your eyes fly open as his rapid pants fan your cheek. You summon some unknown force within you and push the words— any words you can think of— out of your mouth. “Your h-huge dick makes me — nnngh!— m-makes my slutty cunt feel so fucking good Daddy!” you cry, celebrating in the way your testimony summons a hot pink flush to your boyfriend’s cheeks. He continues to pound into you, his efforts revitalized. The reaction only eggs you on as your lips part on their own again. Your eyes wide as this unknown, brazen side of you surfaces,” I want you to fuck me so hard, please abuse my pussy Daddy, it’s all yours.”

Shouto’s eyes roll back at your plea, and he wonders for a split second why you’d never shown him this side of you before. He absolutely loves it. He pulls out of you for a moment and you wail at the loss of his hot, thick length. Just as fast as he left, he’s flipping you over, grabbing your hips, and raising them into the air. You barely even realize you’re on your knees before you register his cock crashing harshly into your tender core, a scream ripping through you and luckily being swallowed into your pillow. A loud clap! sounds and your ass stings, making you arch into his chilled palm. “Oh, baby girl. You’re such a fucking slut for me,” he chuckles darkly, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis and savoring the fresh pink mark. Goddamn, he never knew hitting you like this would turn him on. One of his hands reaches out and grabs your ankle, shifting the angle of your hips slightly and rocking your body back to meet his with every thrust. The other hand squishes your ass cheek, hot fingers digging into your supple skin.

“Fuck,” you huff, face retreating from the pillow to finally gasp a breath of fresh air in. “Holy fuck!” you exclaim as Shouto continues to drill his dick into you. The sheer force of him pushing so deeply into you makes a tear roll down your cheek. You’d never been fucked so good in your life. And you never imagined that Shouto would be the one to dominate you like this either-- the boy was usually so collected and calm. A sharp crack! yanks you out of your thoughts, a delectable tingling sensation spreading over your ass. Your head falls back to look at your boyfriend, who is ready to catch your gaze with a pointed, seductive look.

“You like when I treat you like this, baby girl?” he slams you onto his abs, making a startled shriek float out from you. He simpers at your reaction, hand leaving your ankle to wrap around your torso, encasing your breast while his icy thumb rubs your nipple gently.

You can’t help but curve into him, shoving your cunt harder onto his waiting cock. A short grunt slithers out of him, and his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive bud forcefully. “Mmmph-- I love it so much,” you gasp, one hand shakily reaching toward your throbbing clit.

Shouto’s eyes follow the movement, and he gulps as you touch yourself, the new stimulation making your pussy instantly squeeze around him tightly. His gaze sharpens with vehemence as your cunt grasps him needily, fluttering distinctly around his dick. Your soft whimpers are muffled into the duvet as you rub your slick clit repeatedly, the tension burning between your legs building rapidly with such provocation. “Baby girl, are you close?” he whispers hoarsely, fingertips turning white as he brashly clutches you soft skin.

You nod wildly, not caring if your makeup smudges against the sheets. “I, oh god Shou, I’m so close,” you warn, pussy clamping onto him forcefully.

An anguished sob rips from your throat as Shouto pulls his cock out, leaving your cunt aching and empty. With tears springing into your eyes, you look back at him, dejection prominent in your gaze. But all he greets you with is a gentle smile, hands trailing off of you to feather his fingertips against the skin of your waist. “On your back, baby girl. I want you to look at me when you cum all over my cock,” he tantalizes, and you instantly roll over, legs stretched far apart. He snickers lightly, eyes scouring down your flushed body, lingering on your glistening, trembling core. He scoots forward, pushing your back against the headboard, tucking a pillow behind you thoughtfully. “Give Daddy a kiss, baby girl,” he murmurs, and your plush lips greet his own right away. He hums, savoring the feeling of your hot tongue rolling against his. The way you follow his orders with such enthusiasm sends fresh blood to his cock, which twitches irritably against your wet cunt.

You whine impatiently as his dick slides against your slit, his tongue driving yours into submission. Your heart hammers against your ribs in anticipation as his arms tuck underneath your knees, folding your legs against your stomach and then pushing them open so his body fits between them perfectly. His tips presses against your quivering entrance, and the hand around his cock guides himself in slow circles, collecting your arousal before he pushes into you.

He only enters you halfway but your body quakes at the feeling of your walls welcoming him inside once more. His hips shuffle, easing his cock further and further into your sopping cunt with each thrust. His breath is heavy but measured as he finds a rhythm, battling against your clenched heat as he shoves himself inside you. His hands gently grasp the top of your hips, holding you close to himself but doing so almost tenderly. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself to that nasty video baby girl?” he pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. His eyes burning with dominance, tongue running ferociously under his teeth.

You gasp for breath, locking eyes with him and nodding wantonly. “Yes, yes I always think of you when I touch myself Daddy,” you attest, head falling atop the pillow as his left hand gropes your breast in response. The renewed frost of his palm causing you to jerk against him, his hips persist the assault on your core. His hot right hand pushes your calf into the air, making you tighten around him as he accesses your deepest point again.

“Is that all, princess?” Your cunt tightens against his thick cock at his prompt. His hips roll divinely against yours, the new movement making his abdomen brush against your clit. Your lip trembles, recognizing the numb feeling sprouting within you that signals your orgasm is near. “Don’t you wanna convince me to let you cum?” he presses on, thumb swiping across your perky nipple and inciting a lustful moan from you. Shouto knows that you’re hurtling toward the edge, but it’s so much fun to see if you’ll be able to control yourself for him.

“I— oh god, Daddy,” you squirm slightly in his hold, your peak dangerously impending.

“Take your time, baby girl,” he smolders, lips hung tightly in a victorious smirk. Watching you melt in his hands, he notices that he’s nearing his own climax… but he pushes the thought of it away now so he can focus on you.

You feel a wave of heat wash through your body, toes curling almost painfully as you press your lips together into a firm line. You glance down to watch Shouto’s cock disappear into your center one more time before you look at his face, catching his eye. “I,” you gulp, sucking in a breath of air before he had the chance to steal it from you. “I can never make myself feel as good as you do, Shouto.” You relish the way his eyelids sink hazily, his teeth capturing his pretty bottom lip. “Y-You make me— nghhh— feel so full when you hit my g-spot, ah!” your hands fly to his shoulders as his own viciously grip your hips, pace and force increased. “Please!” you beg,” Please let me cum Daddy! I— I’ve been so good for you, please!”

He laughs menacingly against the moist skin of your neck, “I suppose you have been a good girl, Y/N.” He can feel your legs quivering as you dangle on the edge, a wave of pride washing over him as he looks at your wrecked state. “Whose— fuck, whose pussy is this?” He leans close to your face, pushing your leg against your body even tighter.

Your voice cracks in desperation, spine curving into a crescent shape as your fingernails scrape his shoulders. “Yours! Oh my god— Yours, Shouto— Daddy! Please!” You were so close, the corners of your vision going blurry.

His hips continue to slap against yours ruthlessly. His curled lips press a chaste kiss to your cheek, nose pressing against your ear as he commands,” Cum for me, baby girl.”

Your legs stiffen around his hips, the rubber band of your orgasm snapping brutally as your pussy clenches onto your boyfriend for dear life. His lips cover yours as you let out a defeated and unfiltered moan, hips crashing against his in ecstasy. He wheezes as your cunt voraciously grips his length, hips stuttering as he lets you ride out your climax. His mouth leaves yours and swoops down, slurping a nipple into his mouth, suckling and twirling his tongue around the peak. Your lungs burn for air as you gasp, lightning tingling from your fingertips to your toes. You brush an overwhelmed tear from your cheek, your mind beginning to fan off the clouds of pleasure.

Shouto lets go of your nipple, returning to pound into you from above. His movements are rough and fast, and they abuse your already aching g-spot even more, making your eyes nearly cross. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, perspiration dripping down the deep grooves of his muscular torso,” You’re such a good baby girl for Daddy, look at you taking my cock so well.” He throws his head back, harsh pants traveling towards the ceiling as he realizes he doesn’t have to hold back his own orgasm any longer. Fuck, was he this close to busting a nut in you the entire time?

You nudge your nose underneath his slacked jaw, making him hang his head again for you to capture his lips. His lips dance against yours clumsily, the tempo of his hips becoming jerky. You can feel his ragged breath on your skin, low moans tumbling out from his mouth as his eyes clench shut. “Daddy,” you whimper, wiggling your hips to push against his further.

Shouto curses under his breath, eyes peeling open into slits to regard your provocative expression. “Y-Yes, baby girl?” he groans, taking in the way your round breasts bounce to the glide of his thrusts.

“Please cum for me,” you plead, your hands running along his solid, sweaty frame. He moans at your request, hips bumping clumsily into yours at his heightened pace. “I want your cum to fill me up, please, Shouto,” you urge, “I need it so bad!” Your cheeks blush once again at your erotic invitation, and Shouto feels himself rip through the finish line as he takes in your bashful, demure expression.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he grumbles, his hips jutting against yours lazily as his cock spurts his hot, thick load into you. Your cunt quivering as you receive his cum, your body thrums, sharing in the ecstasy radiating off of Shouto’s rigid form. He whimpers as he pumps into you a few more times, the last of his cum shooting into your welcoming core before he stills.

Shouto’s slick torso gently sags onto your body, shaky breaths dragging into his lungs as he attempts to recover. His face falling into your neck, he groans as your pussy clenches on his still-hard dick. His palms meet the swell of your breasts, thumbs softly caressing the prominent buds that stand upright for him. His lips glide against the sleek skin of your neck, and you feel his eyelashes tickle your jaw as he places sweet and gentle kisses to your throat.

You barely recognize the fluid dribbling out of your pussy, collecting into a small puddle underneath your ass. It’s just Shouto and you in this moment, the two of you savoring each other’s presence. He stays hovering over you for a minute, body still connected with yours as he gains his sanity. Your eyes are closed, breathing finally evening out.

His lips greet yours playfully, gliding in sync as one of his hands travels to your neck, tipping your head back so he has better access to your mouth. Your lips part with a whine as he takes his cock out of you, feeling empty and sore without his warm fullness inside anymore. His tongue coasts deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as his fingers slip into the hair at the nape of your neck. He lets your leg slide off his shoulder, placing it down next to his hip with care. He pulls his mouth away from yours, chuckling deeply as his mischievous eyes meet yours.

Your eyebrow quirks up, a small smile gracing your lips too. “What?” you pout, fingers hanging around the back of his neck.

The smile that splits his lips is blinding and so genuine, it stuns you for a moment before you process his words.

“You nasty, baby girl.”

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 4 years ago

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Twisted Part 3

A/N: The end is where the twist finally comes in. Which i know it might not be everyone's cup of tea, but stick with me. I promise it isn't like what you think

Summary: You and Sam are left alone

Pairing: Sam Winchester x green eyed!fem!reader

Word Count: 1301

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral (fem receiving)

As soon as Dean is gone you look over at Sam with lust filled, but slightly nervous eyes. You weren't one for jumping a guy you just met. But your emotions had been on high since seeing the ghost. That coupled with not having sex in about a year and not having a release in over a month and you were hornier than a jungle cat in the middle of mating season. Being a college student and working a part time job in the school's bookstore left you exhausted more often than not. Hence not taking care of your own needs.

"I really am sorry for Dean. I know what he was insinuating we do. Don't get me wrong you're very beautiful. I wouldn't say no if you wanted to, but I would never push myself on anyone." Sam rubbed his neck and smiled a little shyly.

You stood and sauntered over to him, hoping you looked as seductive as you thought. You stopped between his spread legs. Fuck those were long and his thighs were thick. An image of you riding them flashed in your mind. "Don't apologize. You're handsome and I'm more than okay with what he insinuated." You licked your bottom lip, rolling it in between your teeth.

"You are?"

You ran your hand through his soft, chestnut locks, letting it rest on the back of his head. "I am." You leaned down and kissed him. His lips were even softer than they looked. He had a slight minty flavor mixed with the taste of coffee and you wanted to enjoy more of it.

Sam moaned against your lips and tugged on your hips, making you fall in his lap. He situated you to straddle him and ground his hips up.

You gasped into his mouth when you got your first feel of him. Even through his dress pants you could tell he was big; bigger than anything you had ever taken before. You shoved your nervousness down and rocked against him making more slick gather between your folds and dampen your panties.

Breaking the kiss he nipped along your neck and down your jaw. "Shit. I was hoping to talk more, get to know you, but I want you too bad to wait. There's something pulling me to you. Never wanted someone so bad so fast." He slid his thumbs under the edge of your shirt, drawing small circles on your sides.

You mewled and shuddered from his touch. He barely had his hands on you, just grazing your skin and yet it was lighting a fire underneath like the blazing of a fireplace. "Talk can wait. I want you," you whispered huskily. Your lust and desire clouding your mind.

In one quick fluid motion Sam had you on your back on the bed and was tugging your pants off while you got your shirt over your head. You gazed down at him with lust-blown eyes. You bit your lip and squeaked when he grabbed your ankle and pulled you down. Your ass was balancing on the edge of the bed and your legs hung over.

Sam knelt down and kissed up your leg. He nipped your thigh extremely close to your core. With a deep breath he groaned. "Bet that pussy tastes even better than it smells." He hooked his long fingers into your panties and pulled them off, tossing them somewhere in the room. He buried his face in and gave a slow lick, only just breaching your drenched folds. "So sweet."

You gasped and squirmed a little. "Shit!" That little bit of teasing had you wanting more. "Please, Sam," you begged.

He pinned you to the bed and lapped at you. His large hand covered your hips as he kept you still. He nibbled gently on your clit and soothed it with his tongue. He hummed against you, sending vibrations deep. "Such a sweet little pussy. You like me eating you out?"

"Yes! Fuck!" It had been too long since someone made you cum and you could already feel those tell tale tendrils starting. Your eyes rolled back and you could have sworn you saw stars, hell the galaxy, when Sam expertly suckled your clit into his mouth and slid one long finger deep inside. He reached spots you couldn't and you were in heaven.

Sam worked you through your orgasm and stood up. He wiped his mouth clean and tugged his clothes off. He pushed his boxers down, freeing his erection from its confines. "So fucking sexy when you cum. Can't wait to feel you cum on my cock. Make it all wet."

You whispered and squirmed at his words. You had been satisfied by his mouth, but you wanted to have him inside. "So big. Want you to stretch me. Wanna cum on your cock." Even to your own ears you sounded needy, but you didn't care.

Sam laid over you and kissed you softly as he slid the tip of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. "So warm and wet kitten. Gonna pound this tight pussy. You'll feel me for days." He caught your moan in his mouth as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and keened. The pleasurable burn of his thick cock stretching your tight walls had you digging your nails into his shoulders and crying out. He bumped against your cervix and made you feel fuller than any of your toys ever had. "Oh God! Shit! So fucking huge." You clenched around him causing him to bite your bottom lip.

He held your hips so tight there was no doubt in his mind you'd have bruises come morning. The thought of you having his marks made him twitch inside you. "So damn tight kitten. Love how you're squeezing me." He began a steady rocking of his hips, wanting to build things up. That way you both enjoyed it and there was no pain.

You captured his lips in another heated kiss and tugged on his locks each time he hit that sweet spot inside. It didn't take long for you to feel the pleasure mounting again, winding the coil tighter and tighter in the pit of your belly. "Sam! So close," you whined. You needed just a little more to tip you over the edge.

He moved your legs up onto his shoulders, shifting his angle. He drove into you over and over, making the bed smack the wall with each thrust. He groaned and grunted against your neck as he chased your high and his.

Scratching down his back, leaving welts, you cried his name in ecstasy. Your release soaked him and the sheets below you as the strong pleasure rushed through your veins. It was unlike any orgasm you had ever felt before.

Sam bit down on your collarbone, leaving a mark of his own. Just as he did his own orgasm sputtered out, hot and thick; it coated your walls and leaked out a little. He laid over you, his elbows supporting his weight, and gazed into your eyes. He gave a blissed out smile. "That was amazing."

"Hell yeah it was." You brushed his hair from his face. "Why don't we get dressed and go get something to eat? I'm craving pie."

Sam rolled away from you with a chuckle. "Seems I can't get away from the pie." He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. "But yeah I could eat after that. Should probably call Dean too."

You nodded, grabbing your own clothes. "Yeah do that." You began getting dressed. As you grabbed your room key and wallet you heard Dean shouting through the speaker.

"She might be my kid!"

You felt the color drain from your face as you stared at Sam.

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blackteaandbones · 5 years ago

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With Volume 3 of the Supercorp Zine underway, I figured I should finally get around to sharing my story from Volume 2!

“Home is Where the Mini-Marshmallows are”

Kara Danvers / Lena Luthor

Lena comes home from work to find an intruder in her apartment; a small, furry intruder with eight eyes, eight legs and a taste for marshmallows. Luckily, she’s dating the expert in alien pest control.

Lena Luthor was a strong, smart, successful woman, the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, a scientist, an engineer and a pretty damn good chess player.

She had single-handedly saved the world on multiple occasions.

She took on alien invasions, bio-weapons and super villains and she won.

She was not the damsel in distress.

Usually.

But when she got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, and something small and furry (and blue?) streaked across the kitchen floor, over her bare feet and disappeared somewhere among the stacks of unopened boxes in her brand new apartment, she did what any reasonable, sane person would do; retreated to higher ground (aka a chair,) and called her girlfriend.

“Lena?”

“In here!”

Kara had thrown a jacket on over her pajamas, but her hair was still sleep-tousled, her glasses were sitting crookedly on her nose, and she may or may not have broken the lock letting herself in. Lena had never been happier to see her. “Are you okay? You sounded really worried on the-” She paused, blinking up at Lena with that adorable little crinkle of confusion between her eyes. “What are you doing up there?”

Lena gathered what little dignity she could given the situation -stranded on a chair in the middle of her kitchen in nothing but her underthings and a dressing gown designed to show off more than it concealed- wrapping the sheer silk more firmly around herself and lifting her chin. “There's an alien in my apartment.”

“Psht, an alien?” Kara scoffed, straightening her glasses. “There's no alien in your apartment, why would you think there was alien in your apartment?”

Lena raised a single eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” Kara had the grace to look sheepish. “Old habits. What happened?”

Lena gave her a brief description of the encounter, shuddering at the memory of little feet running over her toes. “It's hiding somewhere in there,” she said, waving in the general direction of the rest of the apartment.

Kara frowned. “You're sure it wasn't a mouse?”

“Mice don't usually come in pastel.”

“Good point. So you're...”

“Staying right here.” Lena crossed her arms. “I don't do mice.”

“But you just said it wasn't a mouse...”

“It was small and furry and it had a tail. Don't judge me.”

“Okay.” Kara took off her jacket and and rolled up her sleeves. “I'll take a look.”

(Lena would have been lying if she said the sight of those well muscled forearms and Kara's endearingly serious save the day face, wasn't almost enough to make up for needing to be saved in the first place. Almost.)

Sliding her glasses down her nose Kara scanned the apartment, quickly spotting the tiny intruder hiding under Lena's bed. “There you are...”

Lena's room was dark and quiet. There was another stack of boxes piled up against the wall, but there was some evidence that she had started to unpack since the last time Kara was here; clothes hung up neatly in the closet, a few books on the shelf under the window and a picture of her and Kara on the bedside table. Kara smiled at that before kneeling down beside the bed and twitching the blanket aside to get a better look at their intruder.

Eight glowing eyes blinked back at her from the shadows.

Definitely not a mouse.

“Hey there little guy,” she crooned. “Don't be scared. Lena's super nice, really. You just surprised her that's all. Come on out and we'll try to figure out who you belong to...” While she was talking, she edged as far as she could under the bed and reached out a hand. All eight eyes narrowed, shrinking back against the wall. Kara stretched a little further and there was a flash of light, followed by a pop! and an electric sizzle. Kara yelped and jerked back, smacking her head against the bed frame which cracked and split down the middle, dropping the mattress down on top of her.

“Oomph!”

Kara?” Lena called from the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I owe you a new bed!” Kara yelled back, muffled by the tangle of bedding as she squirmed her way free.

“Well this isn't exactly how I imagined us breaking the first one in,” Lena drawled switching on the light, “but I suppose it's my fault for not going with the metal frame.”

“Ha, ha,” Kara muttered, feeling her face heat up. “You came down off your chair?”

“I was worried.”

“Aw...”

“About my poor furniture. You on the other hand, are indestructible.”

Kara pouted, holding up her burned fingers. “Tell that to Pikachu!”

“It hurt you?” Lena softened instantly, taking Kara's hand and pressing a kiss to the reddened fingertips. Anything else she might have said was lost to the gooey haze that took over Kara's brain every time Lena's lips came anywhere near the vicinity of Kara's very gay self.

“Kara?”

“Hmm...?”

Lena sighed, but she looked pleased. “I asked if you think we should call Alex?”

“What? No.” Kara shook her head. “It's not dangerous, just scared. Come on, I have an idea. You found it in the kitchen, right?”

“Yes...” Lena followed close behind, hanging onto the hem of Kara's pajama top and keeping a sharp look out for any movement from the rest of the apartment.

“Well maybe it was looking for something to eat.” Kara rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a bag of mini-marshmallows. After she and Lena had become official, the Super Friends had banded together to move Lena out of the hotel and into her new penthouse apartment. Given who she was dating, that had included stocking up groceries.

With or without her approval.

Lena wrinkled her nose. “I don't remember buying those.”

“You didn't have any good snacks!” Kara opened the bag and took another quick scan of the apartment. “It's under the couch. I'm going to see if we can lure it out.” She laid a trail of marshmallows from the edge of the couch to the middle of the living room floor and emptied out a box of books. Then she tugged Lena over to the couch. Lena shuddered, but she sat down next to Kara, tucking her feet safely up under her.

“And now... we wait,”

“What if it doesn't like marshmallows?” Lena whispered.

“Everyone likes marshmallows,” Kara assured her, poised on her knees with the open box held at the ready.

“Are you sure that's going to hold it?”

“Shhh...”

They waited.

Lena tried to resist, she really did, but the minutes ticked by and Kara was right there...

“Lena...” Kara hissed.

“What?”

“Stop distracting me!”

“Oh, is that distracting?” Lena purred. Stopping was the last thing on her mind. “What about this?”

“Lena...”

They both froze at a rustle from under the couch. Kara held her breath and a small white ball of fluff slowly crept into view. It's fur was a constantly moving halo around it, oscillating through a pastel rainbow of colour and then back to white again. It had eight little legs ending in two toes each, feather-like feelers, and a long tail that curled up and over it's back. It gobbled up the first marshmallow with tiny little squeaks of excitement and quickly moved on to the second.

Kara untangled herself from Lena and lifted the box, sliding noiselessly off the couch and readying herself to strike. She waited until it had finished the second and third marshmallow before she pounced.

Three things happened very quickly.

Kara slammed the box down.

The alien burned a hole through the cardboard and bolted.

Lena screamed.

Kara spun around. Lena was frozen on the couch with the fluffy little arsonist in her lap, trying to hide itself in her shirt and peeping the smallest and saddest little peeps either of them had ever heard.

“Oh...” Lena unfroze, tears filling her eyes. “She's so scared, can't you feel it?”

“Careful,” Kara cautioned as Lena let go of her death grip on the couch and brought her hands up to cradle the furry menace. “We don't know what... oh.”

“It's okay,” Lena said softly, stroking the strange white fur; pink and purple swirls radiating out from under her fingers. The alien's cries gradually tapered off as it snuggled in; turning around three times with its strangely clawed toes catching on the silk of Lena's shirt and it's yawn wide enough to reveal several rows of pointed teeth before laying down in a tight little knot and closing all eight of it's eyes, tail curled up over Lena's thumb like a cinnamon roll. It was cute, in that weird way all baby animals were cute, and Lena was clearly smitten.

Kara sat down carefully beside them. One eye opened and a menacing little growl rumbled out from under Lena's hands. “Seriously?” Kara huffed and moved back. The growling stopped. “Of course it only likes you.”

“She has good taste,” Lena teased, but she shuffled them around, tucking the alien into the crook of her elbow and drawing Kara's arm over her shoulder.

Kara wisely kept her fingers out of biting range. “How do you know it's a she?”

Len shrugged. “I have no idea. I just knew.” She looked up at Kara. “Could she be telepathic?”

“I wouldn't know,” Kara admitted. “Kryptonians are immune to psychic powers. I can ask J'onn, though. Maybe he could help us figure out where she came from. We can't give her to the DEO after what they did to the Morai, but we can't exactly keep her either. There's no way that thing is passing for a pekingese.”

“I could attach an image inducer to her collar,” Lena mused. “We'll say we adopted a kitten. Lesbians like cats, right?”

Kara snorted a laugh. “I'll ask Alex, though she's probably going to say we're missing a few steps. I'm pretty sure it's moving in together, and then pets.”

“Well it's a good thing I already had an extra key made, isn't it?”

“You did?” Kara tried for casual but inside she was doing back flips.

“Of course, why do you think I took the penthouse with a skylight? I'm certainly not going to be the one flying in and out of-”

Kara cut her off with a kiss, and by the time she pulled away they were both grinning like idiots.

They stayed there until the first light of sunrise began filtering in through the wide wall of windows. Curtains were another thing Lena hadn't gotten around to yet, but Kara didn't mind. She didn't care if they ever got curtains. She had love and sunshine, what else could she possibly need? Breakfast probably, her grumbling stomach reminded her. Sighing, she eased out from underneath her girlfriend and headed for the kitchen.

Like the rest of the apartment, it was half-unpacked at best, which is probably why they hadn't noticed the small metal cylinder wedged under the corner of the fridge, and the scattered trail of glass leading back to a hole in the corner of the kitchen window. Kara pulled it free, wondering if this was how their guest had arrived. The pod, if that's what it was, was scratched and dented, with three long tapering ridges spaced equally around the outside and a rounded nose. Kara ran her fingers over a line of strange symbols etched into the side, nearly dropping it when they lit up, revealing a message in unfamiliar script. Before she could even attempt to decipher it, the message changed, switching rapidly through dozens of different languages before settling into an archaic form of Kryptonian, written in an angular, slanting style that was difficult to read.

“Home, destroyed,” Kara murmured, sounding out the words one at a time, “daughter, only hope, please protect, thank you-�� She broke off, covering her mouth with her hands. The pod hit the floor wit a dull clang.

“Lena?!” she called, heart pounding.

“Mmm?” Lena murmured from the living room.

“I think we might have to skip a few more relationship steps.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm pretty sure we just adopted a baby...”

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itubainaretro · 5 years ago

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i’m waiting on you (elu fic) - 1,2k

when eliott is having a bad day lucas tries his best to help him however he can. it’s the little things that do it most of the time, he’s learned.

like waiting for eliott after his shift at work so they can grab something to eat and walk home together. (home. sometimes lucas still can’t believe he’s built a home with eliott, in eliott, in their love) or preparing eliott’s favourite meal so he can come home to the nice smell of penne and pesto and eat something comforting after a long day of classes and work.

lucas decided on the former today.

OR the story of how eliott and lucas ended up with a puppy.

when eliott is having a bad day lucas tries his best to help him however he can. it’s the little things that do it most of the time, he’s learned.

lucas decided on the former today.

he noticed today was a bad day right after he woke up and eliott was still in bed, wrapped under the sheets - normally he would already be wide awake, with their coffees and toasts prepared by the time lucas’ alarm went off.

lucas gently shook eliott awake, changed clothes, prepared their coffee and toasts and waited for eliott to have a quiet breakfast.

they were already late by the time they got to the bus stop but they quietly said their goodbyes and went their separate ways to start a new day.

eliott’s been quiet the whole day, which was not something to be worried about, per se, but lucas wanted to be with him and try to make his day a little less shitty if he could, if eliott would allow it, that’s why he found himself at eliott’s work place as soon his last lesson of the day finished.

it took some time for eliott to notice lucas was standing outside, but soon enough he was out of the video shop and greeting lucas with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and a peck on his cheek.

“we’re going to get your favourite burger tonight, so prepare yourself cause we have quite the long walk ahead of us.”

eliott smiled again at lucas’ words and grabed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze – a silent thank you, before turning left on the street to go to the restaurant.

the walk there was pleasant but mostly silent. lucas didn’t care much and neither did eliott.

after asking for their burgers lucas talked a bit about his day and asked eliott about his. they finished their food and started on their way home.

lucas wasn’t sure if eliott wanted to walk the long way home or if he prefered the short cut, so he asked him.

“can we take the long way? i don’t think i want to go home quite yet.” eliott asked hesitantly.

lucas nodded and grabbed eliott’s hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze himself this time and they started roaming the streets of paris on their way home.

lucas knew quiet eliott didn’t mean desinterested eliott - it never meant that - so he picked up their conversation from where it was left at the restaurant and resumed talking about his day, about how he wanted to kill basile for not shutting up for one second during chem, how he was still a bit worried about arthur but he had faith in him, how imane was still an angel to him during their bio lessons, even though lucas was lacking on some homework what with them moving and all, and how yann was already pestering him about hanging out at their place again soon.

eliott hummed, nodded and asked a few questions to keep the conversation going. after some time lucas noticed eliott looked a little less sad and a little more willing to talk. and he did. he talked a bit about his shift at the shop and about the nice old lady that came to the shop looking for a copy of a movie she used to watch with her husband all the time but didn’t remember the name of anymore. after some time talking about the movie eliott figured it out and gave her the copy she was looking for. she paid for it and thanked him a million times saying it would make her husband’s day to watch it again tonight. all in all it was an okay day.

they were still walking hand in hand, looking at the various shops along the streets when lucas felt eliott had stopped walking altogether and looked back to ask him if everything was alright. when lucas saw eliott staring inside some shop he followed his gaze and when he noticed what it was about he smiled. he noticed eliott had the first genuine smile lucas’ seen the whole day plastered on his face.

“do you want to go in?”

“can we? just for a little bit? i promise i just want to look.”

lucas nodded and they entered the shop.

it kinda went against all the purpose of endless sleepless nights talking about why they should wait a bit more for it – they just moved in together, they were still adapting to this new lifestyle, eliott just got a part time job and entered university, lucas was spending more time at school to study for his bac. the right time probably wasn’t now.

but eliott’s voice was still full of hope when he asked and his smile was getting bigger and bigger at each animal he looked at and lucas just about threw all those arguments out the window as soon as he entered the animal shelter and saw how happy it made eliott.

they both had spent enough time in their lives denying themselves happiness as it was, they shouldn’t keep doing that anymore, so if they found a kitten or a puppy to take home tonight, then so be it. maybe the universe was trying to teach them something.

not even 3 minutes after entering the animal shelter eliott already had his arms full of caramel fur, playing with the little puppy and asking the guy behind the counter how the adoptions worked.

the guy went on and on about it and suddenly it seemed like something downed on eliott and the smile faded a bit from his face. he thanked the guy and put the puppy down on it’s righful place and came back to lucas.

as soon as eliott started walking back to lucas the puppy came after him and that’s when lucas knew: they woke up as 2 this morning and they would go to sleep as 3 tonight. simple as that.

eliott was stood in front of him with a bittersweet smile on his face and ready to ask lucas if they could go home. lucas smiled up at him and carressed his cheek, leaving his thumb on his cheekbone when he went up on his tip toes to give eliott a quick peck.

lucas then bent down and picked the puppy up from where he was jumping on both his and eliott’s legs and started making his way to the counter. when he noticed eliott wasn’t following him he turned around and smiled.

“are you really letting me name him by myself?”

eliott’s smile was the most beautiful thing lucas has ever seen in his life.

so after signing the papers and stopping at the market to buy the essentials for the puppy, the 3 of them made their way to their appartmant as happy as they could be.

at the end of the night lucas and eliott both posted on instagram.

and lucas knew it wasn’t exaclty a little thing that did it today, but he was still glad he could make eliott’s day a bit better at the end of it.

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first of all: english is not my first language so bear with me. also, no one else proof read this so all mistakes are mine.

second of all: as this is all @lightinthed4rk‘s fault, it’s dedicated to her. thank you for giving me the idea and i hope you like it. espero que você esteja feliz, dona giovana.

#skam france #elu fic #skamfr #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant

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snappedsky · 4 years ago

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Borderland: Skies the Bodyguard 3

Skies and the crew meet an old Handsome Jack body double: Timothy Lawrence. So obviously I've changed Tim's story a lot from how it turned out in the games. This is mostly because I wanted him and Skies to become friends right away. But also I thought of this story before Borderlands 3 came out and I didn't wanna change it.

*Links to previous and next chapters in the reblog*

Chapter 10

A fight or flight response; everyone has one. An instinctual reaction when one’s brain feels it is in danger, to either fight or run.

Skies response has always been set to fight. Only twice in her life has it suddenly switched to flight. First, when Rhys told her that Handsome Jack’s AI ghost was living in his head. And now, when she finds herself face-to-face with Handsome Jack himself.

Skies jerks and backpedals before tumbling over Claptrap. At the same time, Vaughn, Sasha, August, and Loader Bot grab their guns and take aim.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” ‘Jack’ exclaims, raising his hands. “I-I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not Jack! Not at all!”

“Sounds like something the real Jack would say,” August says suspiciously.

“No! I-I was his body double,” he insists.

“Like that’s any better,” Sasha scoffs, “besides, all the body doubles were purged.” “I’m the only one who survived,” ‘Jack’ explains, “because I ran away from Jack long before that.”

“Nobody runs away from Jack,” Vaughn argues.

As they go back and forth, Skies watches, cowering behind Claptrap. She carefully looks over the supposed body double and notices quite a few differences between him and the real Handsome Jack. The major ones being that not only is he not wearing the mask, but he also doesn’t have the Vault symbol scar. But there are smaller things too.

His hair’s a mess and he’s wearing a ragged cloak over old, stained clothes. Definitely not Jack’s style. There’s also a Dahl SMG hanging from his hip. Not only would the real Jack never even touch Dahl weaponry, but this body double hasn’t even tried to go for it. Any sane person would know they wouldn’t stand a chance with these odds; and Jack always believed he had a chance.

But more than anything, he just doesn’t feel like Jack.

A lightbulb goes off in Skies’ head and she grins and stands up.

“Alright, alright, let’s everyone calm down,” she says as she moves between the body double and her crew. “Lose the murder-on, lower your guns. This guy isn’t our enemy. In fact, he’s the lucky break we’ve been needing.”

“What are you talking about?” Sasha asks as everyone apprehensively lowers their weapons.

“I told you we need Jack’s voice and bio-signature,” Skies explains, “well this body double has both those things. He’s perfect.”

She beams as she faces Not-Jack, who looks a little taken aback. “We could really use your help. All we need is for you to stand in front of a camera and say a password. Will you come with us?”

“Eehh, I dunno,” he replies hesitantly.

“We’ll pay you whatever you want,” she insists, “we just opened a Vault and we’re probably gonna get more treasure soon.”

Not-Jack apprehensively rubs the back of his neck as he considers it. While they wait, August leans in closer to Skies.

“Why you being so nice?” he asks, “let’s just force him to come.”

“You guys got the part where I’m trying to be a better person, right?” she retorts, “besides, he doesn’t deserve that. Look at him. He’s a kitten.”

“You just need me to say a password?” Not-Jack asks.

“That’s all,” Skies replies.

“And you’ll pay me?”

“Money, guns, clothes- whatever you want.” He still seems hesitant but he nods. “Alright.”

“Yeah!” Skies cheers, “alright! Now all we need is a vehicle.” “Oh, I got a bandit bus we can use,” Not-Jack replies.

“Sweet. This guy’s already paying for himself,” she remarks, “alright, kiddo, lead the way.”

“Eh, d-don’t call me ‘kiddo’,” he cringes.

“Ah, sorry. Bad habit,” she smiles awkwardly. “So, what is your name? Cause I’m not gonna call you ‘Not-Jack’.”

“My…name…”

“Yeah. You must’ve had one, right? Before you became this?”

“Yeah. It was…Timothy,” he replies, like he’s surprised to know that. “Timothy Lawrence.” “Whoa, whoa, back up!” Claptrap demands, cutting in between him and Skies. “Timothy rhymes with ‘Jimothy’.”

“What?” Skies questions incredulously.

“You’re that ‘Not-Jack!” he exclaims, pointing at Timothy accusingly. “The one that worked for Jack to save Elpis!”

“How-how do you know that?” he questions with surprise.

“I was there!”

“You’re that Claptrap?” he exclaims, “I thought you were dead! Jack shot you!”

“Ha!” Claptrap guffaws, resting his clamps on his sides. “It takes more than that to take me down.”

Timothy smiles with some uncertainty, like he’s not sure how to feel about this.

“Ahem,” Sasha says emphatically, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Can we get going?”

“Ah, r-right,” Timothy nods and leads everyone up the stairs. Loader Bot carries Claptrap to the top.

Skies smiles as she walks next to the ex-body double. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Timothy. I’m Skies. I was Jack’s bodyguard.” “Wow,” he remarks, “how did you survive?”

Her smile gets somewhat hollow. “Ah, it wasn’t easy. But the bigger question is how did you survive? I got lucky cause Jack’s dead. But you actually escaped from him?” “Yeah. It’s a long story,” he replies.

“Well, I’d love to hear it on our trip since it’s going to be a while,” Skies says, “so were you the one who put Opportunity on lockdown?”

“Yeah. When Jack died I figured it would make for a good hideout,” Timothy replies, “so I cleared it out and destroyed the bridge controls on the other side to make sure nobody could get in. Which reminds me, how did you guys get here?” Skies grins. “I know lots of Jack’s old secrets.”

Timothy leads the group through the city to the bridge, where a bandit bus is parked. After lowering the bridge, everyone gets in and August starts driving.

“So where am I going?” he asks.

“Thousand Cuts,” Skies replies, “know where it is?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he nods and everyone settles in as they begin the long drive through the Highlands.

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #tales from the borderlands #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #myocs #myart

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago

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The Bad Guy (3)

Bucky x fem!Reader

Smitten Kitten

Theme: It’s a good day in New York City for Bucky Barnes, who seems to feel right at home till his morning is disrupted by a bad guy. Maybe New York isn’t the same place after all. Now he has teamed up with the Bad Guy to fight the good fight. But this Bad Guy is bringing things on his surface he never knew he had

Chapter warnings: horny dumb asses and one thicc ass cock blocker

A/N: @writing-prompt-s once gave a prompt last year that stuck with me…I don’t remember the exact wordings but it had something to do with the reader/writer being the villain having a crush on the hero, always finding excuses (or crimes) to meet them. One day they are getting their ass beat and you decide to jump in and save the day. This one is same but with a liiiiiiiitle twist

Word Count: I hate periods!! Unless someone is paying me for this blood and mucus please just make it staaahp! I don’t know how many of you will get the reference of those dog and cat names. But oh my God if I could hug each and every one of you who reads, reblogs and comments on my fic I would hug the living souls outta you...five...people!!!!! Hnnnnghhhhh!!!!!

MASTERLIST in bio, love. Tags are open

“Are you sure this is the location?”

“That’s what she texted Bucky.”

“...I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“...you…don't have a good feeling about...this mission or Y/N texting Bucky?”

Steve retreated his gaze from the binoculars to give Natasha a knowing look. The latter just shrugged her shoulders with the display of her innocent face. “He didn’t show you the text. He just told you the loc-esh. It’s normal to worry about it.”

Steve sighed and went back to the binoculars, looking at Bucky playing with a rock at the entrance of the warehouse before kicking it away. Steve hated the idea of Bucky wearing his favourite grey Henley shirt for a meeting with a bad guy.

“If I didn’t know him any better-” Tony’s voice crackled on the comms- “I’d say he was going on a date when he asked me if he could borrow my cologne. And if we go by our history, I really don’t know him any better.”

“Come on, guys. Cut Cap some slack,” Barton- who was screening the whole area from the top of the local water tank a couple of miles above the hill- added, “it’s not every day you see your best friends fall for the bad guys. Twice.”

A giggle and snicker eroded through the comms and Steve rolled his eyes while pushing himself into the seat. “Thanks for the input, Barton.”

“Alright, everybody shush,” Natasha interrupted the tease session, “she’s here.”

A Land Rover smoothly turned into the rundown estate to come and stop by Bucky’s Mustang. Those stooping shoulders suddenly found their rigidity and turned towards the car to welcome whoever was about to step out.

For a hot summer morning with plans to make plans to take down an entire cartel, you were dressed in a floral sundress. Brown shades covered your eyes and most of your face from that merciless sun. What they did not cover was the smile on those naked lips that had been painted the most enticing red Bucky had seen, apart from the gun you held in your dominant hand.

“Hello Sergeant,” you sang while taking patient steps in those white wedges that were in no way shoes made for a fight, “did you get my texts?”

Bucky, the soldier had already evaluated all the entries and exits, the type of gun, it’s range, the best stances if it came to playing offence or defence. Bucky the himbo from the past, though, was having a hard time concentrating on anything else but that suggestive smile and tilt of your head; the light hitting your hair perfectly while the languid breeze annoyed your strands now and then.

“Of course, that’s why I’m here, aren’t I?”

You tsked. “You know what I mean Sarge.”

Of course, he knew what you meant. He could feel his chest flutter by just the thought of those texts last night.

You: meet me @ the warehouse on boulevard street tomorrow. We’ll come up with a plan to bust those bitches. Gimme a suitable time.

Bucky: Ok. How does 12 sound?

You: In this weather? Sarge, we’ll be sweating like a bunch of pigs under the sun!

Bucky: *typing* How about 7? am?

You: Do you feel like going skinny dipping tomorrow with me?

Bucky:

You: I know a really good spot a little away from here. Might end up on a road trip.

Bucky: *typing* I think we should concentrate on the miss-

You: Where do you live, btw?

You: *sends location* This is my place

Bucky: *erases everything* shouldn’t you keep your home location to yourself?

You: Hmm...But if I do that, how will you come over?

Bucky: *silence* *types* why would I want to-

You: It’s not every day I feel like sharing a bottle of some good stuff with someone.

You: It is soooo hot. I’m taking my pants off.

Bucky:

You: The top’s gone too. Phew! Just my lingerie now.

*one minute later*

You: Yeah, it’s not working. Bra is never comfy. Ever.

You: It’s better now! The night breeze is hitting every sweat bead on the spot.

You: Every window is open now.

You: Hmmm...Sarge. Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?

You: Well, thinking isn't gonna do you any good, Bucky.

You: Thinking about my clothes on the floor.

You: Thinking about my skin.

You: Thinking about how much more this wind is getting action than someone you know.

You: Thinking about my hands roaming on my chest.

You: And then my stomach.

You: And then down further…

By this time the phone was a crushed pile of junk in his hand and his cock a frustrated bulge in his boxers. Oh, the dissatisfaction of not being able to push you against a wall and grind his needy bulge against you was frustrating at best. The want to see you naked in the sheets under him while you called out his name increased with every second. Why did you have to be such a fucking tease?! A great one at that. Now he did want to dash out of the facility, steal one of Tony’s cars and drive to your home to take your by your hair and shut that pretty mouth of yours. He did think about it. But imagining you seeing him at your doorstep stopped him for some reason. Instead, he got out of his boxers, jumped on his bed and took care of that urge himself, fantasizing you, your touch, your moans, your highs with his hitting the rocks, till his legs were shivering and he had to stop himself from groaning out loud.

“I...fell asleep.”

Your tongue played with your upper lip and a tiny shudder in his pants was enough to tell him, you knew it was a lie. A lie through and through. There was a point when he started to fear that you might even know what he did after reading those messages.

"Sure, ya did," you chuckled the words through your teeth. "Anyways-" lifting your gun up casually to stroke it- "I was wondering about you last night. A lot. And there were things I did not like."

The safety clicked off and your arm turned straight to point it right at Bucky's forehead.

On the other side of the binoculars, Steve was already shouting his team to move in. Natasha was already driving forward, skidding to a stop right next to Bucky's wheels.

You could hear the commotion all around you but you were more interested in the disappointment building up on Bucky's beautiful face, looking at his pal with a hint of resentment.

"That-" you tilted your head a little in Steve's direction- "is what I don't like. You thought I wouldn't find out?"

"I told you to stay away, Steve!" Bucky yelled at him.

"Alright, this is over," Steve fumed from where he stood, "I knew we should not have trusted you."

With the right force, the gun crunched in your palms as turned towards Steve. You said nothing to the blonde. Removing your shades, you nodded at Natasha. "Hey, Nat."

"Y/N. How's Mr Fuzzy Boy."

"It's Fluffy Boy. And he still hates you. Talking about boys-" you looked around with your arms across your chest- "I thought you would have knocked some sense into them by now."

Natasha shrugged. “Not really. No.”

“She tried but we are too stubborn and our egos are bigger than our-”

“Hey, Stark,” you announced at the voice breaking out through Natasha's car. Turning to Bucky you sucked at your teeth. “I honestly thought you were doing this little team up because you wanted to work with me. Clearly that is not what this was about. You wanted to find out if I was working with the cartel, didn’t you, James Barnes?”

“Oooh, full name,” Clint cringed from his nest.

“You’re not really known for your goodness, Y/N,” Steve broke it down for you. “No offence.”

“Save it, Captain,” you spewed in his direction, “and to think I wanted to crush that face between my thighs.” Digging into your sundress’ pocket, you took out a burner cellphone and threw in his direction. “Happy hunting, you fucked up psychopaths.” You turned towards Bucky with no sign of any empathy in those y/e/c eyes. “Don’t expect anything more from me.”

The Land Rover moved out and away and with a part of Bucky’s broken heart that wanted to stop it so bad but had to do with turning to Steve and yelling out his anger at him. “You had to put your leg in the door, didn’t you. I had it handled!”

“Handled? Handled?!! Buck, she’s been playing you like a fiddle!”

“And you think I can be played?”

“I saw her texts for God’s sake!! Don’t tell me you’re going to defend her.”

Natasha cursed under her breath and stepped away from Steve. “Wow,” Bucky breathed in disbelief. “So just because she is horny on the phone means I am her little puppet? Is that how little you think of me, Stevie?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, Buc-”

“I am not fourteen anymore! Neither are you! You know what, I’m out. I’m done. She’s given you something. Go use it and go punch some Nazi heads. I don’t want anything to do with this.”

And so he went away too, leaving everyone but Steve standing there to uncomfortably watch the captain look at the car.

“So…” Tony’s voice muttered over the comms, “which ice-creams should I keep ready in big dessert bowls when you guys get back home?”

It's good. Whatever happened was good. I mean, Steve and Tony got what they wanted. Y/N is no longer in the picture and...and…I don't have to interact with her...anymore.

The ball bounced from the ceiling into Bucky's hands, going back and forth without a pause. The other hand rested under his head- the very head that was blankly staring at the ceiling, thoughts running in there like a freight train. Wait, no, scratch that. No trains. They were running more like a leopard- just running around, presenting a brooding picture on the outside while on the inside- just like that very leopard, this poor muscular soul was dying of overthinking and anxiety. The agitation was on the level of a nine-year-old sulking in his bed because his mom was not letting him play with his friend. It was reasonable that the friend was bad, could be a bad influence, had been directly or indirectly leading him on some things he hadn't thought of in a while. But he had just made a frieeeennddd!! Hngh!

Crack!

The sound brought him out of the huffing trance to watch the paint and plaster crack in the ceiling. Fuck! Stark's gonna be pissed.

Bucky closed his eyes and let the hand engulfing the ball rest of his forehead.

Well, to be fair to his 'mom', Bucky was sure he was worried about what would happen if his new friend took him to the dark side again. After all the efforts and blood so many people had gone through, for one woman to undo it all. That was a genuine concern. But then again, she has been more interested in Sergeant Barnes than the Winter Soldier. Except for the part where she said she wants to see him…under the…sheets?

Right! What is with this woman! She speaks without a filter!! Does not care who's listening and what they'll think. I like that. I really like that. But all she wants to do is fuck me? And then what? Go back to ogling America's ass?

A part of him nudged at those angry corners, pressing at the fact that you had been too engrossed to be angry at him to even think about Steve today. So, maybe it was not all about the ass.

Bucky turned to his side, rolling that thought along with him. The ball was moved around by his flesh index while his mind jogged with the possibility of doing something next.

Well, there was one thing he could do. It would drive Steven Grant Rogers crazy but it would be worth all the trouble he would be going through. Well, if he were to get caught he would have been caught last night when he sneaked out of the facility to go check to your place.

The distance had not been much on the bike but the New York heat hitting his face the moment he entered the city was more unwelcoming than the people living in the city. Parking the bike in an alley, he had pretty much parkoured his way over the houses to reach the building next to yours. Silent as a cat in the night looking for its prey, Bucky had planted himself on your apartment’s balcony and watched in impressive horror the modesty you lived in. Paintings made by kids were pinned all over the living room walls while a volcano sat on the coffee table- half done. An empty bottle of orange juice lay on the kitchen table while cushions were sprawled over the floor. Taking a step to his right, he was looking through the french windows into your bedroom where you slept in your queen-sized bed like a baby. All around you were oil paintings in blue and green of what looked like ocean waves in different art styles. On the bed lay your worn down laptop still running. Bending at an angle, his throat let out a muted gasp at collage with his photos on the screen, suggesting you had fallen asleep looking at his photographs. What was weird for Bucky was that his accelerated heartbeat had not found a single photo of his winter soldier avatar in there. What cooled down his burning chest was the serenity on your face. Sleeping under those thin grey sheets with a plushie of a right next to your head, Bucky almost had the urge to grin so wide. He could not believe you were the same woman who had threatened his best friend in full public view. And he knew exactly what he was going to do. Take a picture and blackmail you with it.

Looking down at his jeans to take his phone, his heart felt like he had fallen down the stairs when a pair of glowing eyes caught his. Gaining his mental footing, he breathed in the fact that it was actually a cat staring back at him from the other side of the window. White fur stood out in the dark of the night as it hissed Bucky and tried to claw at him, clearly seeing him as a threat. Sensing the feline’s uneasiness with his presence, he thought it better to leave before that little white monster woke you up. But not before he left a bunch of biscuit crumbs on the balcony tiles as a sign of peace for the little fanged beast.

Now, he wanted to go back through the front door and get face to face with that rage today- not something he had expected after last night’s scenic view of that perfect face.

Pausing movement of the ball, he picked it up in his metal hand, got himself up from the bed and slid towards the edge to put on his socks and boots only to pause and form an attack stance with his metal arm towards that svelte figure leaning by the door.

“Gonna hit me with the ball?” Natasha cocked a brow at Bucky.

Loosening his muscles at Natasha and went on to put his boots on. “Going somewhere, Grumperella?”

“Outside. Away. Somewhere I can grump in peace,” Bucky stated, getting up.

“Take this pretty lady too,” Tony announced as he walked by his room and tossed a pair of car keys at Bucky, “I don’t think you’ll improve those points by going to her place on a bike.”

Silence.

The flutter in Bucky’s heart drowned by Natasha’s words. “Don’t worry. Only Tony and I know. We’ll handle Steve. Just don’t let our image fall further,” she concluded, walking out with a smirk.

“Truffle, Fluffy, stop looking at the neighbour’s lunch and come eat your chicken thighs,” you announced from the kitchen. With a bandana on to keep your hair as far away from your skin, your skin itched for something colder than what the air conditioner was providing right now. This was the third time you had fiddled with your thermostat today. Damn this summer! That’s it, I’m moving out of this fucked up city.

Fluffy’s taps came to a skidding halt at the doorway to slip towards his bowl while Truffle gracefully walked to his bowl and ate his share while keeping a paw between him and the corgi’s audible gobble and chomps, nearly pushing his face away.

Sighing, you sat down on the seat by the kitchen table, looking at your two kids devour their lunch while you questioned the disappearance of your appetite. Maybe it’s the PMS. Is it the PMS? You looked at the calendar over your fridge. Still a week to go. Maybe it is him. That stupid fucker.

Your thoughts started forming around that magnificent frame of Bucky. There were not enough times you could say you had been left attracted to a bewildered face of a guy in awe of your skills. Men would mostly take that power inside you as a wrong stroke on their ego. But this one? This one just stood there looking at you as if the theme of Love Story 1970 was playing in those anime eyes while he watched in gasping admiration at something out of this world. That was the first time someone’s face had given you such warmth. Well, a stranger’s face. Don’t let my family hear it, you thought to yourself. Just then, Truffle looked up from his bowl to turn and stare at your for a solid minute before going back to his lunch.

The doorbell rang, getting you out of those dreamy thoughts- for barely a second- that were making you sweatier by the minute. Getting up and walking to the door, you kept wondering about that metal hand, those absolutely luscious lips, those surprised yet aroused eyes and oh Gods! Those shoulders. Those beautiful shoulders you wanted to bite into. Arrr!

You did not realise when you clicked the door open. But you did feel like eating your own words when that Love Story 1970 theme started playing in the background just as your eyes locked onto those beautiful oceans of blue; the abyss inside them widening just as you came into view.

Bucky forgot how to breathe. For a second you did too. You did not expect him to be standing here; not after the humiliation you put him through in front of his team/friends. And yet, here he was. At your door. Standing in front of you, the bad guy, moving his hair back with his hand, revealing the redness of those kissable cheeks that had been struggling to keep the blood inside the veins the whole elevator ride to your floor. The rubbing of his hand fingers against his palms while his legs shifted his weight on each other.

“Hi,” his husky, barely audible voice sent shivers down your spine straight to your core.

“Hi,” you responded with a softness you had not heard in ages. And the guitars strum in the background, the tune carrying all the unspoken feelings in the shape of melodies in the air around the two of you.

“Can we talk?”

Bucky was almost scared of having the door being slammed in his face. But when you moved aside to let him in, he felt live rush back into his bones. He had not felt this alive since Wakanda. With sure steps inside, he was not letting this feeling go away anytime soon.

The gush of that one magical wind inside you made you discreetly smile to yourself and you could not help but wonder if it was his last night’s visit to your place that brought him back or just his curiosity with this mission. Whatever it was, you challenged yourself to not let this one get away till you had explored every little inch of his being in person.

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