#still haven't gotten over the light-headed thing when writing smut

[eternallytired17]

Quill and Ink:

A Masters of the Air / Bridgerton AU sequel to Amongst the Vines - WIP

John’s hands immediately fell to grip Gale’s thighs, allowing Gale to easily catch both of them by the wrists and pin them on either side of John’s head. He heard a rumble rise in John’s throat as he rutted up against him, the roughhousing having evidently aroused him. “You’re a crafty little fox, aren’t you?” He said, leaning down along the length of John’s body to murmur lowly in his ear. “Why must you always misbehave?” John grinned up at him, opening his captive hands in mock surrender. “Perhaps because I know for a certainty that you won’t hesitate to put me in my place.”

A few years into their respective marriages, Gale, John, Marjorie and Helen are spending the off-season in the privacy of Gale’s country estate, Boeing Hall. While Gale attempts to finalize the estate’s accounts in his private study, John makes it his personal mission to distract Gale from his work.

Based on the 'Chaise Lounge' prompt chosen from the vote a few weeks ago.

[whateveriwant]

I just read your pregnant wife with 141 but that got me thinking. What about horny pregnant wife with 141

Feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing it 

-🍱 (if it’s not taken)

I haven't written smut in ages so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. 18+ only pls and thx (vaginal sex, cunnilingus)

Soap

Hooo boy! Alrighty, here we go

So for starters, that man is PENT UP. Like seriously, he's so backed up, he thinks he can feel it all the way to his esophagus

Since you first got pregnant, it's been nothing but morning sickness, aches and pains, and a total and utter lack of desire on your part

Trust him, he's tried taking care of himself in the meantime, but it's never really gotten the job done since it wasn't with you

But once you enter your second trimester and the desire has come back, it takes everything in him not to ravage you the moment you give him the green light

Why? Well, truth be told, he's scared about potentially hurting you or the baby

You know how he can get in the sack. What if he dents the wee bairn’s poor head? He's knocking (more like pounding) right on the little one’s door after all

You have to assure him that he's not going to hurt you or the baby (and please, never refer to your cervix as a door again)

So he'll start slow and gentle at first, not wanting to be too harsh, but it won't take much to get him back to fucking you hard and rough like you're used to

He's got your knees up by your chest (or, as close as they can get) while he’s drilling into you from above, snarling like an animal

When he finally finishes, it's loudddd, slamming the headboard against the wall, and he pushes his hips as far forward as they'll go while he empties four months worth of cum inside you

Ghost

I'm so sorry to have to be the one to inform you, but you're not getting that man's cock while you're pregnant

It's not because he's overly rough when you make love normally; it's just that he's not willing to take any chances when you're in such a delicate state

However, the man is inherently a giver, so with just enough whining and begging and pleading from you, he'll oblige you to some degree

He'll stick mostly to his fingers or his mouth, maybe a toy or two if you're really needy, but he's generally going to rely solely on his own skill to get you where you want to be

He'll have you recline against a mountain of pillows while he settles himself between your legs, his arms looping around your hips to hold you still for him while he works

But he doesn't just dive right in, oh no siree. The man loves to tease you – kissing your thighs, the inside of your knee, the bottom of your belly first

He'll turn you into a pathetic little thing squirming desperately for his touch, before finally granting you mercy by giving you his tongue

He'll make you cum so hard with just his mouth alone that you'll temporarily lose all thought of that gorgeous dick of his

But afterwards, if you want to return the favor, you certainly won't hear him complaining about it

Oh but trust that the moment the doctor gives the okay after you’ve given birth, he's gonna be all over you, making sure you walk funny the next morning (and the following week after that)

Gaz

Like the other two, Gaz is concerned with potentially putting you and the baby in a dangerous position

But the man is a sucker for your puppy dog eyes, so it doesn't take much convincing to get him to take you to bed

But he still wants to be safe about it, so he researches the best positions for couples to have sex while pregnant

That's how you find yourself in his lap, naked back to his chest, as he sits in one of the chairs he dragged in from the dining room

You're bouncing on his dick, hands braced on his thighs, ass smacking off the hard plane of his lower stomach as you lift up and down

His hands on your hips are more of a placeholder than a guide as he lets you set the pace, just sitting back while you take what you need from him

It doesn't even matter if he cums or not, that's honestly the farthest thing from his mind. All he cares about is making sure you're satisfied in the end

Need him to snake his hand forward, tracing the curve of your belly down, until he's circling your clit in fast, tight motions? Gladly, love.

Your thighs may burn and your eyes may water, but there's something about this position that makes him hit so deep that it leaves you gasping for more

Ultimately, your orgasm will trigger his own (nothing gets him there faster than the sound of you cumming), and afterwards he'll help you into the bath where he'll clean and massage your aching muscles better

Price

Unlike the other three men, Price is eager to fuck you the moment you show even the smallest inkling of want

What's that? His poor baby needs him to fuck her right now? Say no more, sweetheart. Hubby's come to the rescue

That man is dicking you down anytime, anywhere he can

Just got done shopping? He'll find a deserted road to pull over on. Just stepped into the shower? Might as well kills two birds with one stone

Really, it becomes a challenge to find where in your house he hasn't had you in these last few months. The kitchen, the garage, the back porch. You name it, he's done it (multiple times, in fact)

But his favorite – oh boy, his favorite without a shadow of a doubt – is when he takes you in front of your bedroom’s full length mirror

He'll hold you up from behind, standing you both on your feet, and just watch as he fucks you nice and slow

Seeing it in profile is fun when he wants to watch his dick slide in and out of you, but he's especially fond of having you directly face the mirror

There's just something about getting to watch you – that pretty face, those juicy tits, that fucking delectable rounded belly – that makes him blow his load faster than a damn rocket launch

With the number of times he's had you like this, you swear, that man of yours is trying to knock you up a second time (But shhhh. Quiet now. Don't go giving him any bright ideas, sweetheart.)

[buckets-and-trees]

Don't Blame Me

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x f!Reader Word Count: 960 Summary: A chance encounter in the middle of the night in your kitchen.

Content Warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, some light drinking, tw: cheating/infidelity

Logistical Notes: A humble little offering for @nickfowlerrr's Seven Deadly Sins + Seven Holy Virtues writing event, though certainly no virtues to be seen here - just envy and lust.

Additional Notes: I'd been thinking of Bella's writing event for quite a while, but @biteofcherry tormented me with a very inspirational gif and fed me some naughty thots that I haven't been able to get out of my head. But finally tonight, this demanded to be told. Title taken from the Taylor Swift song of the same name as it's loosely based off some of its feelings/drives.

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You hadn’t expected to have company in the kitchen when you’d left your room in only the loose tank top and panties you’d worn to bed, but you made no attempt to hide your body when you heard his footsteps quietly treading down the hallway because part of you wanted him to see.

As he rounded the corner, he flicked on the single light that hung lower over the center island counter, the soft glow illuminating you leaned up against it with a pint of ice cream and a spoon, and pouring over his shirtless form, dark sweatpants slung low on his hips.

“Oh, I didn’t – sorry,” he said softly, tugging his pants up a bit more, and averting his gaze sharply away from you.

“You’re fine. Don’t mind me.”

You watched as he turned away to grab a glass from the cupboard, longing to reach out and run your fingers over the muscles moving and stretching along his back.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be here tonight,” you pressed as he slotted the glass beneath the waterspout on the door of the fridge. “You have that giant presentation for the investors in the morning.”

Bucky sighed.

“Your girlfriend, my roommate, was specifically complaining about how you wouldn’t go out with her tonight because of it – which is perfectly reasonable by the way. You know that, right?”

He didn’t respond, still not looking at you, and then it was you who let out a sigh.

“Bucky, please tell me you didn’t go pick her up when she called.”

“Of course, I did, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You’re such an idiot.”

He finally rounded on you, his face a mixture of anger and hurt. “She was drunk at a bar, she needed me.”

“No, she didn’t! She went out with five of her old college friends – any of them should have taken care of her. She could have gotten an Uber. She could have called me, and I would have grudgingly been annoyed but gone and picked her up, even though I wanted to throw things at her when she left saying not to wait up because she was going to call you to go get her anyway because she knew you’d come because you’re the perfect boyfriend.”

Bucky clenched his jaw. “I’m not the perfect boyfriend.”

You scoffed. “Sure you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Why are you arguing with me about this?”

“Because I’m not the perfect boyfriend.”

You frowned.

He flexed his left hand in agitation, making the black plates quietly whir, but every sound in this nearly silent kitchen was loud. You could even hear the gentle, intermittent snores of your sleeping roommate down the hall, Bucky having left the door open when he came to the kitchen.

You looked from his beautiful vibranium arm back up to his piercing blue eyes.

“I want you to kiss me,” you breathed, barely above a whisper.

But you didn’t need to say it any louder.

His eyes darkened at your words. “I can’t.”

“You can,” you said, taking a step closer to him. “Please just kiss me.”

“Fuck,” he whispered when you placed one hand on his shoulder and one tentatively on his waist.

You closed the space between the two of you and tilted your head up, offering your waiting lips to him.

“Please, please kiss me.”

He didn’t move, which meant he also didn’t move away.

“Bucky, I know how you look at me now. You didn’t at first, but you’re bored of little miss perfect, you want imperfection, you want reality, you want me as much as I crave you.”

He dropped his forehead to yours, shutting his eyes. “Don’t.”

You pressed your chest flush up against his. “Just one kiss.”

“It won’t be just one kiss,” he shot back so quickly your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t hold back.

You surged up and captured his lips. His hands flew up to grip either side of you head, and it would have been tender if not for the heat and rage and longing that fueled it, causing him to hold you a little more firmly. You moaned into the kiss, and he backed your hips up to the counter, then lifted your hips up onto the granite countertop. You leaned back, bracing your hands on the smooth surface behind you. You drew your legs up around the backs of his thighs to pull him close, his legs stopping against the island, and you dragging your pelvis to the very edge, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his sweatpants. He broke off the kiss, his head dropping back on a groan of pleasure.

Desire was desperately coursing through you, you had wanted this man more and more over the past months, every friendly interaction only seeping deeper and deeper into your heart.

But adrenaline and bitterness also fanned the flames of your need.

Because it was likely she’d gotten plastered enough to sleep clean through anything until morning.

But she could wake up and come out here and see you like this as you kissed her boyfriend and pushed his sweats and boxer briefs down to free his cock. She could hear him growl into your mouth, licking against your tongue in an eagerness to taste more of you, pulling your panties off so quickly.

He only broke away from the kiss long enough to line up his cock, and then he shot into you, reclaiming your lips to swallow a sharp cry from you.

You’d been fueled by lust, but sustained by longing.

This was so much more than one kiss.

And as you clutched onto his shoulders – one metal and one flesh – you knew this would not be the end of it.

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Blood for Two Chapter Ⅰ

This was supposed to be a little one shot because the Astarion brain rot is truly hitting me besties. I wanted to write Astarion vampire smut, but then I really like how sad and just depressing his story is. So this first chapter dips into his story a bit, then next chapter is the yummies. ~Astarion storyline spoilers if you haven't gotten here yet ~

Warnings for both chapters: we got some vampire biting, vampire sex and uhhh.. there will be blood, sorry not sorry. probably blood kink. There is one instance where read and Astarion talk about offing themselves, nothing major. astarion needs a hug and head smooches this chapter, he really doesn't think much of himself :c

Chapter Ⅰ

None of this was supposed to happen. 

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. When he proposed the absolute deranged plan of allowing him to ascend with you being the sacrifice that he needed, all he had to do was bite you and turn you into a vampire spawn as he once was. You should have told him no. Should have told him to fuck off, that he was being insane because of course he was. It was his shot in the dark for his own desires, something to truly benefit him in a life where he was only used, and played as a pawn for Cazador. It would have made you his little play thing. 

But his initial plans turned sour when he whispered ‘I love you’ into your lips under the moonlight. A warmth that Astarion hadn’t felt in over 200 years, a warmth he had long forgotten about spread through his body when he was with you. That warmth would continue with every brush of skin against each other, every cast of the longing stare from across the camp. 

Astarion held you close, he had to. He never had anyone care about him like this before. You never asked for anything in return of his company, of him keeping a careful eye out for you. To protect you. Everything he’d known before you was transactional, but not you and he appreciated that more than words could ever explain. 

He thought his heart was going to explode when you suggested ascension, that you would become his vampire spawn under the condition that he would still treat you as his equal. You didn’t want to be treated like the dirt under his shoes, how Cazador treated him. He was stunned at your proposition, he asked if you were sure on several occasions and asked to give him a few days to think it over.  He never thought he’d be offered this so willingly. You were truly a blessing he never thought he’d ever receive.

It’s been almost two months since you became a vampire. Astarion didn’t think it was possible, but you became even more beautiful. Skin paler, your iris colors mixing together with tints of red. You were powerful like he was, even more than himself when he was a spawn. Drinking off of each other allowed for easy healing after battles, his blood richer and in result you didn’t have to feed off of him as much. 

Astarion may have left that little bit of information out. He knew if you drank from him your hunger would be satisfied for much longer, but truth be told he loved when you drank from him. When you drank from each other, it excited him. His heart beat hard against his ribs, it always felt like it was one beat away from breaking his bones. Warmth spread through his body. His chest always felt the hottest, spreading down his limbs and causing the tips of his fingers to be hot to the touch.

Tonight he finds you on top of his lap, hands spread across his chest as the fire from outside his tent dances across your skin. It’s late into the night as the moonlight casts its light blue shade across the ground, covering everything that the fire light hasn’t touched. The soft snoring of your companions drifts into the night air along with the crickets chirping into the night abyss. A noise that could set you into a deep slumber if you weren’t looking down into Astarion’s fire lit eyes, reds so deep you could get swallowed if you weren’t careful. 

“I want you.” You whisper into his neck as you place kisses on his soft skin. His hands find perch on the plushness of your hips as his fingers squeeze into your skin. 

“You just drank a few days ago darling, are you hungry again?” He breathes in the fragrance of your hair; the same as always, lavender. One of his favorites. 

You kiss his cheek, soft and caring as you sit back up. “No, I’m not hungry –” 

He tilts his head slightly, the light from the fire accentuating his features. Truly beautiful. “Then what do you need, my sweet?” 

Your eyes dart around the tent, your cheeks painted in a faint blush. Astarion sits up, holding his weight with his elbow on the bedroll as he cups your cheek. “Anything you want, it’s yours.” Concern crosses your features as your eyes switch between his, your body stiffens on his lap. He wonders if he said the wrong thing for such a reaction. He would give anything to you, you say the words and he’d do it. He’d bend at your every ask, and command of him. You saved him, it’s the smallest piece he could repay you for. 

Your hand wraps around the side of his neck, a soft smile on your face. “What about you Astarion? What do you want?” 

He smiles back at you, “Whatever would make you happy, dar –” 

“No. What do you, Astarion, want? Not what would make me happy.” Your thumbs brushes across his cheek. “What would make you happy, my love?”

He turns his head, looking out to the fire as the silence fills the tent, only the crackling of the fire to be heard. The silence stretched out between you two for several moments as you patiently waited. Sorrow fills your heart, has he ever heard those words outside of you whispering them to him? You didn’t know all the details of his past, some of the details about Cazador were too painful for Astarion to bring up, some forgotten from the trauma he endured. You were grateful that he shared what he did, that he felt comfortable enough to share some of the darkest moments of his life with you. 

Another wave of sorrow washes over your heart, suffocating you at the memory of him telling you that he didn’t remember any of his life before Cazador turned him. How he didn’t remember what color his eyes were, how he could never see how he looked now. He’d never know if he looked similar or if he looked completely different and, fuck, that broke your heart for him. 

Your eyes take in his features, eyes scanning over every inch of his face. You take a deep breath before speaking, tears pricking at your eyes. “Astarion.”  

He turns his head back to you, his crimson irises search yours as a sadness washes over his features. One side of his mouth quirks up in an attempt to soothe the pain you wear. “I’m so sorry.” You whisper out, fingers carding through his white hair careful of his pointed elf ears as you tucked the strand behind them. 

“What for, darling?” 

“Everything.” Your hands squeeze into fists at your side. “You were so poorly treated, by everyone who crossed your path –” You pause, sniffling slightly. “I can’t imagine that. Can’t imagine the pain you’ve gone through, the betrayal of everyone who you thought cared about you.” 

Astarion’s eyes drift to the floor next to you a somber look washes over his features, anguish covering his words. “It’s alright, it’s in the past, darling. No need to fret over it.” 

Your blood boils for him, “It’s not okay! Astarion, it – it’s fucked up!” Your hands raise in exclamation. “Cazador, he – fuck.” The back of your hand wipes tears away from your face. “He took everything from you, everything you were. He dwindled you away to nothing, took away your voice. Your will, your consent. Everything from you –” 

Your body slumps down, tears drop off of your cheeks and land on his stomach. Your voice is weak as you look back at him, his expression pained. “You’re beautiful, oh so beautiful, my love.” 

“No, darling, I’m not and you know that.” He squeezes your hand. “Everything I’ve done up to this point has been self-serving, not caring for anyone. Barely even caring for myself.” 

“You had to be.” You finally wipe the tears with your free hand. “Everyone turned against you, you had no one. But – but now, you have people who care about you. You’re allowed to want.” 

Astarion shakes his head at you, chuckling. “I cannot want anymore, I don’t deserve it.” 

“And who said that?” 

“Me.” Astarion pauses, looking back out onto the fire. “I’ve done unspeakable things because of want, because of desires. Turning you into my spawn for my own benefit, it –” He pauses, taking a deep breathe, “It was fucked up. Just another selfish want of mine.” 

“I wanted that. Fuck, I asked for that.” Another tear runs down your cheek. 

“You should have slit my throat for that.” 

“I could never do that.”       

Crimson eyes dart back to your face, “You could have.” 

You shake your head, “I’d have slit my own afterwards.” 

Astarion laughs at that, “Preposterous.” 

Another tear snakes down your face, you can feel a small piece of your heart cracking in two. “Do you think you mean that little to me, Astarion?”

His brows knit, but he stays silent. 

“I – fuck – Astarion, I love you. I care about you, so deeply. I want you to want things, to desire things. You are allowed to do that. You are allowed to think for yourself.” 

He sits up, and laces his fingers together behind your back. “It’s just… hard.” He sighs, laying his head against your chest. “How do I change, how can I become better?” 

You wrap your arms around him, kissing the top of his head as you hold him close. “You’ve already changed so much.” 

“Yeah?” 

You giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, you literally held a knife to my throat when you met me.” 

He laughs, leaving his head against you still. “How did you keep me around after that?” 

You bury your face into the top of his head, shy to admit. “I thought you were too pretty to send away.” 

He shifts his weight under you, his hands falling down your back a little. “I could have killed you.” 

Your shoulders shrug, “But you didn’t.” 

He pulls away from you just enough to see your face, hands still wrapped around your back. His eyes reflect the fire outside the tent, showing off the hues of red that painted his irises. You cup your hands around his face, pulling his face closer. Nose to nose, your eyes dart to his lips and back up. “Beautiful.” You whisper into his lips as you kiss him. 

He leans into your kiss, arms bringing you closer to him. Your chests touch, skin to skin. It’s warm, he’s warm, you’re warm. Desire flashes through his mind, one that can’t, shouldn’t, ignore. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses your lips again, pushing you back on his bedroll. 

“I love you.” He kisses into your neck, then back to your lips. “I want –” Astarion stops himself, wondering if it’s too selfish of a request. 

His eyes above you look as if they’re off in another universe, another dimension as he questions whether he should finish his statement. “Ask for it, Astarion. You know you want to.” 

His eyes focus back on you, he kisses your neck again. One of his hands holds onto your hip, as if to ground himself; to keep him from flying away. Astarion drops his body weight onto you, he smirks to you as he feels your legs spread around his waist. Knees bent upwards, squeezing into his sides. He bites down on his lip, trying to keep his mind focused, trying to ignore the heat of you against him. 

“I want you –” Is all he managed to croak out. Mind clouded by emotions, desires and the damned way you keep squeezing your thighs around his waist. 

“I’ll give myself to you anyway you want.” Your eyes are locked onto his lips, pupils enlarging as he drags his tongue across them, the tips of his fangs exposed. 

His hand wraps around the side of your neck as he pulls himself to you. His lips crash into yours, your both panting in between kisses. It’s desperate in the way he kisses you, the ways his mouth chases your lips, and how he groans into your mouth as you back arches into him. “What a dangerous thing to say, darling.”

[headfullofpresley]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

This is part three of Good Rockin' Tonight, find part two here.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,2K

Summary: Elvis can't do the friendship thing anymore- he misses you and wants you back, but when you reject him, he makes a decision that he regrets for years. But haven't the both of you learned that the heart wants what it wants?

Warnings: angst, exes to lovers, some time jumps, strong language, alcohol consumption, smut; semi public, vag penetration, unprotected sex.

A/N: the urge to let this series have an angsty ending is big... 😈

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The universe worked in strange ways.

Ever since you and Elvis broke up, you had grown closer together. He genuinely considered you his best friend, but this isn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t want to be your friend after everything you had gone through together – he wanted to be your man.

He wanted to be yours and only yours.

He seemed to be a little more open about his manager to you – he’d hang on the phone to cuss him out to you every time something happened – and although he was still stuck doing horrible movies that lacked the art he wanted to create, he didn’t let his manager or anyone else hold him back from doing what he wanted to do.

He’d often go to Sunset Records, most of the time in the dead of the night, and have Lori open up a studio for him so he could cut some records. Real records, not the movie soundtracks he was unfortunately forced to sing.

You’d accept his invitations of coming down to the studio sometimes as well, because you loved seeing him in his element and being around him – after three years, it didn’t hurt as much anymore – but he understood that it wasn’t always possible for you to be there because you had a life on your own.

He didn’t want to be the reason for you to get fired… again.

You had left your small fashion adventure for what it was and got a job at Pop Weekly, a magazine that catered to music and film only. It didn’t pay as well as Seventeen, but enough for you to live comfortably and move into a bigger apartment where you lived alone because Red and Lori had taken the next step in their relationship and got a place together. They were barely living in it though, since they’d usually be where ever Elvis was.

Elvis couldn’t help but wish you were there too, he wanted you by his side every single day, but he knew you were happy. You were living the life you had always wanted and he loved seeing your face light up every time you spoke of your job.

You were the reason he never declined an interview from Pop Weekly.

Still, the fact that you and him were not actually together as a couple tugged at his heartstrings uncomfortably every time he saw your face or heard your voice.

 

“This better be good, Presley!” you yelled through the studio as you were let in by Lori. The clock currently read 2 in the morning and since you were still working on an article because you couldn’t sleep, you accepted his invitation for you to come down to the studio. You didn’t want to at first, but he persuaded you, telling you you needed a break from writing before you’d start going cross eyed. You knew he was right. “Or I’ll kick your ass,”

Lori grinned at you, because both of you knew Elvis wasn’t able to hear you from the lobby. As Lori locked the door and turned back to you, noticing the outfit you were sporting, she raised her eyebrows. You looked down at the baby blue colored pajamas you were wearing – a nightie Elvis had gotten you a few years ago, but you decided to wear the matching shorts with it this time to at least cover yourself up a little bit.

“What? It’s in the middle of the night,” you shrugged, swiftly turning around to walk into the studio where Elvis was before she was able to detect the sweet scent of your perfume and sheer shine of gloss on your lips.

Lori shook her head a little with a laugh as she followed you into the studio, making her way over to Red who was sitting in a shivel chair by the panels. The ginger haired man pressed a button, announcing your arrival to Elvis who immediately looked up and made his way to the space you were in with a smile so bright it made his eyes look a little smaller than they actually were.

“There she is, the little workaholic,” he had you in his arms before you could even give him a proper respond other than a laugh, your arms automatically winding around his waist to greet him back with an embrace.

“Says you,” you chuckled as you looked at him when he let go of you, poking his chest. “The man who’s cutting records at 2 in the morning,”

“I’m a goddamn vampire, you know that,” a smirk tugged at his lips and you rolled your eyes, letting him take your hand to guide you to the two seater that was placed against the wall. “Haven’t seen you in this in ages,”

You looked down at the way his fingertips played with the fabric of your nightie that sprawled out around you. As his warm hand came in contact with your bare thigh, you kicked off the flats from your feet and pulled your legs up the couch, giving him the opportunity to place his hand on your knee.

And he took it. Ofcourse he did.

“They’re waiting for you, El,” you told him with a small grin on your face, nodding to the people that were present in the studio, waiting for Elvis to get back behind the mic. “They’re human and humans need sleep, remember?”

He laughed softly at your words, biting his lip as he looked at the musicians in the recording booth. He kind of regretted having you come over, because now that he was seeing you in that nightie and your face bare of make-up, there was no way he could focus on his music anymore.

“I’m gonna send them home,” he said, getting up from the couch. You frowned as you grabbed his arm to stop him, looking up at him. “I wanna spend time with you, honey. It’s been a while since we been alone,”

Your heart did a somersault in your chest. You hadn’t been truly alone with him since the two of you separated because you were always surrounded by his entourage whenever you met and you were never bothered by that. But now that he was looking at you like that with that suggestive little smile, being alone with him was all you wanted.

You had no idea what he was up to, but as he shot you a wink while walking into the recording booth to tell the musicians they could go home, you were pretty sure an innocent conversation to catch up wasn’t anywhere on his mind.

 

Your suspicion was right. He didn’t send everyone home and asked you to stay back to talk about how your day’s been, and you were far from interested in small talk.

How could you even think about anything when he had you straddling his lap on the couch, his hands running up and down your sides underneath your nightie as his lips were marking your neck.

Maybe this was a bad idea and you had no idea what was going to happen between the two of you after this, but right now you couldn’t get yourself to care. After all these years, he was still able to make you throw all caution to the wind and listen to your body instead to your brain.

Your body had a complete mind of its own, your arms automatically raising for him to take your nightie off and leaving you in just your shorts on top of him. Sitting back against the couch, he looked at you as his hands ran up your stomach to gently cup your breasts in his large palms, his thumbs ghosting over your perked nipples.

God, he missed this. He missed you. He slept with other women after you and him split, but nobody could ever compare to you. The way your body responded so well to him, the way he knew all of your weak spots, what you did and didn’t like… you and him worked well together. Fit perfectly together like a puzzle.

He honestly believed you were made just for him.

“Kiss me,” you told him, running your hands up his arms and to his shoulders to squeeze them lightly. His eyes met yours as he smiled softly, moving his hands from your chest to your back to press you against him. His lips collided with yours harshly, and you were quick to respond to his kiss as he slipped his tongue in between your lips while his hands moved lower to cup your ass and press you even firmer against him than you already were.

Your hands disappeared in his hair, easily messing up the raven locks due to the lack of product in it. The faint taste of cigars and coffee on his tongue had you deepening the kiss, grinding yourself onto him a little faster to create some friction between the two of you – everything about your actions and about him brought back memories to the times when you were together.

Because despite the two of you breaking up and you being happy with the life you were currently living, you still missed him. He had always been good to you, had always treated you well and you had fond memories with the man. That was something nobody could never take away from you, or him.

Foreplay was usually something you and Elvis took your sweet time with, but it had been three years since you had been intimate together. You were too impatient and too turned on, and so was he. You were the only one who was completely naked when he pulled down your pajama shorts and panties but neither of you bothered to remove all of his clothing, only tugging his pants and underwear down to his thighs to let his cock spring free against his lower abdomen.

With his hands gripping onto your hips, he watched as you grabbed ahold of his erection and pumped him in your fist for a little bit before aligning him at your entrance. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you mixed with the feeling of your warmth squeezing him in tight had him gasping and throwing his head back against the couch. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you kept still for a little bit to get used to the feeling of having him inside of you – you felt so incredibly full and so incredibly aroused that it was hard for you to relax, your muscles contrasting around his length fiercely.

“Shit, baby, slow down,” he choked out, raising his head to look at you. Slipping his arms around your waist, he brought you closer against him and kissed you, causing you to moan in his mouth at the movement. “I ain’t gonna last long if you keep squeezin’ me like that- relax..” he mumbled against your lips and you nodded, laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He rubbed your back soothingly and you slowly started to thrust yourself onto him. It was slow and sensual and it had the both of you moaning in the kiss you shared, your fingers tangling in his hair again. As his hands moved back to your hips to guide your movements, you picked up your pace a little and he eventually had to pull back from the kiss to inhale a sharp breath of air, biting his lip as he watched you lean back a little to arch your back, your hands wandering down his arms to grasp onto them for comfort.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbled, not caring if you heard it or not, as he watched your breasts bounce with the steady rhythm you found. The moans that were rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears, like little angels being present and singing just to him. It nearly had him hypnotized.

When he decided to move one hand down in between your thighs and rub your clit with his fingertips, your eyes found his as your nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved button up he was wearing. “E-Elvis,” you gasped softly, removing your hand from his arm that was currently straining muscles with how fast he was working on your little sensitive nub. “Oh my God, y-yes, don’t stop,” you groaned, your eyes rolling back as you placed both your hands behind you on his knees while fucking yourself onto him even faster.

Your thighs were burning, but you couldn’t get yourself to care – you were so close to that little moment of euphoria that it was impossible for you to slow down or to stop and he sure was hell wasn’t complaining either. The sight of pure pleasure written all over your features was something he had seen so many times that he was positive he was never going to forget it and even right now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You looked so beautiful with your hair framing your face perfectly as you looked at him with those needy eyes – God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

So insane that he spoke without thinking.

“Fuck, I love you so much,”

He knew you heard it. He could see it in your eyes. But you barely had time to respond to it as you were taken to ecstasy by your orgasm that hit you like a tidal wave. He didn’t know if he completely fucked up by saying those words or not, but as he reached his own climax, he figured it’d be best not to overthink it.

Not right now.

You moved your arms back to his shoulders as he removed his hand from out between your thighs, gently grabbing your hips as his stuttered upwards a little, releasing himself inside of you with a deep drawn out moan.

 

You getting up and having him slip out of you to gather your clothes from the floor wasn’t the afterglow he had in mind. Perhaps it wasn’t your intention, but your body language felt off.

Distant.

You were pushing him away.

“I missed that,” he openly admitted. Hell, he already told you he loved you in the heat of the moment, and you had always wanted him to be more open about his feelings – and that was exactly what he was doing right now.

“I bet you got girls lining up at your front door,” you grinned his way, the comment obviously meant to be playful to make the situation you found yourself in feel less awkward.

And perhaps he would’ve laughed at it any other time, but for some reason his chest was tightening with emotions.

“I miss you,”

You looked at him, sitting down on the couch as you were completely dressed. You had to awkwardly press your thighs together to keep his bodily fluids inside of you and while you had been craving a shower a few seconds ago, you couldn’t be bothered to think about that now.

The way he was looking at you so seriously, his hand reaching out to yours after he made himself decent made panic settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Elvis-“

“I miss us, Y/N,” he interrupted you, his fingers lacing together with yours. “I know we weren’t perfect, but who is? I miss.. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your lame jokes, your perfume on my pillow… your hands..” he looked down at your entertwined hands, giving a soft squeeze as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, a small smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I miss everything,”

You blinked a few times as you looked down, not wanting him to see the tears that were threatening to spill. Damn you for being so emotional after sex.

Damn you for missing your ex the same way he missed you. And damn you for making this so difficult on yourself.

“I want you back, honey,” he whispered, moving closer to you on the couch to slip his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side.

“Elvis, I love you,” you told him as you braved yourself to look him in the eye, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you were close to crying. “But we don’t work together- maybe on paper, yes. But what’s gonna happen if we get back together? Everything will be good and fun in the beginning, but we’ll fall right back into the same cycle. It won’t work- we don’t work together,”

“When are you going to stop pushing me away, Y/N? It’s been three years. It doesn’t have to be like before, we can change. I can change,”

You slowly shook your head, gently pulling your hand out of his. “You can’t ask that of me and I can’t ask that of you- I know you, Elvis. You don’t want to change and I’d never expect you to,”

He watched as you got up from the couch, running your hands through your hair to tug it behind your ears. He couldn’t stop his knee from bouncing frantically, nervously. He couldn’t have you walk away from him anymore, but he also couldn’t keep you in his life.

Not like this.

He wanted more. He needed more.

“Then what.. what are we gonna do? Because I can’t do this anymore,” he told you, nibbling on his lower lip as he kept his eyes on you.

Those words made you nervous.

You couldn’t imagine your life without Elvis in it anymore despite not forming a couple together. You valued the friendship you two had, you weren’t ready to lose it, but you knew deep down inside that you had to let him go.

You wanted and expected different things from each other. Ofcourse, you loved him- more than you had ever loved anyone else, but you were not made to sit at home and wait for him all day. You weren’t made to be away from the person you loved for long periods of time.

So yes, you loved Elvis dearly, but you also loved and respected yourself.

“What do you mean?”

You needed to hear him say it, despite knowing exactly where he was heading with this and knowing that the words would tear you apart.

“I can’t keep being your friend,” the lump in his throat was getting so heavy that he felt as if he was suffocating, but like you had done three years ago, he was putting his own feelings first. He was choosing himself, protecting himself. “Not like this,”

He couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore, nor to you.

“So, the only reason you were my friend was because you thought we’d get back together?”

Yes.

The thought had definitely been on his mind.

“N-no… I don’t know. Jesus, Y/N,” he ran his hands down his face before he got up from the couch and took a step closer to you, though he still made sure there was enough distance between you. “I still love you and every time I see you, my heart fucking breaks because we’re not together. I can’t go on like this any longer- so what are we gonna do?”

You kept quiet, looking at him with tears in your eyes and sorrow in your heart.

“What do you want, Y/N? Because this… t-this ain’t workin’ no more,”

He was all over the place, the animated movements of his hands emphasizing every word he spoke. He was giving you an ultimatum, one that you couldn’t possibly give an answer to with how emotional you were right now.

You needed time to think.

But you could see he wanted an answer and he wanted it now; he was fed up. He couldn’t get you out of his head and staying friends with you and pretending everything was fine wasn’t fair to either of you.

He had to move on, you knew that, but even thinking about never seeing him again made a rush of panic roll through your entire being.

“I don’t know, Elvis- I don’t know what to say,” you said in a hushed tone as you looked down at your hands, twirling one of your rings around on your finger nervously. “All I know is.. that I-I.. I still need you in my life,”

“As friends,” he took it upon himself to finish your sentence, shaking his head a little as he looked at the panels Red had sat at earlier. The tension in the empty studio was thick, uncomfortable.

There was a certain sadness that lingered around you and him.

“I can’t be your friend- it’s too damn hard,”

“El-“

“No, I’m serious, Y/N.  I can’t see you anymore- I don’t wanna hear your voice, I don’t wanna talk to you, I don’t even wanna look at you and I sure as hell don’t wanna be your friend,”

Now he was the one being distant, now he was the one pushing you away, and hearing him say these words felt as if someone was ripping your heart right out of your chest.

Your feelings were hurt and your ego was bruised, so much so that you didn’t hear the small crack of his voice. You didn’t hear the hurt in his voice, but as you looked at him and the two of you just stared silently at each other for what felt like forever, you could see it in his eyes.

You could see it in the way his features had hardened, how he eventually tore his gaze away from yours.

“If.. If that’s what you want..”

There was nothing more you wanted than to stop him from making this decision, but what else were you supposed to say?

You knew you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

And you weren’t the type of person who’d get down on their knees and beg and you knew him well enough to know that you wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing something he had his mind set on.

“It’s what I want,” he said, though there could not be one single hint of confidence detected in his voice.

This isn’t what he wanted- far from it. But it needed to be done.

Just as you had done, he needed to put himself first for once, even though it broke him inside.

 

He regretted the whole thing the second he left the studio, leaving his heart behind in the palm of your hands with hope that you’d eventually glue the pieces back together and bring it back to him.

 

 

 

Your life hadn’t been the same since 1965. Still as passionate as ever about your career, you worked more often than you were at home and when you were home, you’d either be writing or sleeping.

The spacious apartment with a skyline view you had upgraded to was truly breathtaking, but it didn’t feel like a home.

There were no pictures of you and friends on top of the fireplace mantel – other than a picture of you and Lori had taken in the early 60s, it was completely empty – and if a stranger would walk inside of your place, they’d think nobody even lived here at all.

 

By the time 1969 rolled around, you were miserable.

Other than some awkward run-ins because Lori and Red were still happily together and because the state of California really wasn’t as big as one might think, you had not spoken to Elvis in four years. You couldn’t escape the man though; after his comeback special that was aired last year, Elvis the performer was back and he was more popular than ever, both among his loyal fans that had been there since the beginning and a new crowd.

You couldn’t escape him.

But the thing is, you didn’t want to anymore.

You missed Elvis- every time you were confronted with his face by having to write an article on him or seeing pictures of him plastered around the office, it felt like someone punched a hole through your chest.

You figured this was your karma. He must’ve felt like this on that sweltering summer afternoon in ’62 when you stormed out of Graceland like an absolute maniac.

When you told him you didn’t want to be with him anymore because you didn’t belong in his world- you truly believed you were the biggest idiot on the planet.

Because now you were living in your own world, in a world without the man you loved by your side, and it felt eerily empty.

Meaningless.

What was a promotion even worth when you’d have no one to celebrate it with?

What was having a place to live in worth when you had nobody to come home to?

 

Red and Lori were stuck in that awkward middle position mutual friends usually lingered in when two of their friends broke up. Whenever Elvis and his guys were in California, Red and Lori would make sure you and Elvis wouldn’t run into each other. They didn’t know how you or Elvis would react and to keep the peace, they did not want to find out.

But Lori was your best friend- she could see you weren’t doing too well. Even though you’d avoid the topic that was Elvis, it was obvious that you missed him and regretted past mistakes.

And Red had been friends with Elvis since they were a couple of young’uns- no matter how good of an actor he was, Red saw right through the other man. He was trying to move on, focus on work and looking for love in other places, but Elvis had never stopped missing nor loving you and Red doubted he ever would.

Done seeing their two closest friends being miserable, the couple took it upon themselves to push you and Elvis back in each others’ direction.

If they wouldn’t, the two of you would simply never see each other again because even though neither of you would ever admit it out loud, you were mutually as stubborn. Not to mention the size of those damned ego’s- Elvis did not want to get rejected again, and the words he spoke last to you still kept you up at night, just as it did him.

 

“I can’t believe you actually talked me into this,”

The International hotel stood intimidatingly tall in front of you as you got out of Lori’s car, the dry Vegas air surrounding you uncomfortably.

You were supposed to be back in LA, lying to Lori over the phone as you’d tell her you were enjoying your vacation days but she practically kidnapped you to Sin City. The sunkissed blonde that dragged your suitcase out of the trunk of her car knew you well enough to know that you weren’t going to use those vacation days at all and would exhaust yourself with your work.

She was right, because those had been your plans exactly.

But Lori could be very persuasive and convinced you to come to Las Vegas with her. She played her cards well, tugging at your heartstrings when she nearly cried as she told you how much she missed spending time with you and that she was afraid of losing her best friend.

“Oh, relax, Y/N. It’ll be great- you need some time away from LA. One of these days your fingers will fall off with how much you’re writing and typing,” she chuckled, locking up her car as you took your luggage from her. “Besides, it’s been a while since we spend time together. Yay, girls on holiday!”

You raised an eyebrow at her, hoping your voice didn’t come out as nervous as you were actually feeling.

“Girls on holiday in the hotel where my ex is having a month long engagement- yay!”

She rolled her eyes, your sarcasm more clear to her than your nerves, as she hooked her arm through yours to pull you toward the entrance of the hotel. She didn’t comment on it and you could see she was pretending to not have heard you- all smiles and excitement as she pulled you to the check in desk where Red was already waiting for you with a key to your room.

She had tried to lure you to Las Vegas with an excuse first, but your best friend was a terrible liar. Ofcourse you weren’t oblivious to what Elvis was doing in his career so you knew he’d be here, but the truth was; Lori didn’t need to come up with any excuses to get you to come to Nevada.

You had no idea if Elvis even wanted to see you or would even give you the time of the day – you’d like to think he was not going to completely ignore you, he was too kind to do such a thing – but you couldn’t wait to see him.

Despite feeling like your heart was going to drop out of your ass the closer it got to eight o’clock when Elvis would have another show, Red and Lori didn’t need to do much convincing to get you to come with them to the show.

You weren’t leaving Vegas until you spoke to Elvis- or at least, saw him.

 

By no means was Red West a big name in Hollywood, but he was an actor and a decent one at that.

Maybe not good enough to land a big role among the big stars, but good enough to fool Elvis.

He did not tell his friend that he and Lori got you to come here, or that your room was down the hall from Elvis’ suite, or that you were currently sitting in a booth with Vernon, Lori and some other Memphis Mafia girlfriends slash wives.

He knew once Elvis would know you were here, he’d lose his mind- Red wouldn’t be surprised if the raven haired singer would fire him on the spot, so he wasn’t going to take any risks.

Red was too quick to celebrate his little victory, because even though he had fooled Elvis with his acting, Elvis Presley’s eyes worked just fine.

And those eyes were looking right at you as the owner of them stumbled over the lyrics of the Jailhouse Rock and Don’t Be Cruel medley.

Elvis didn’t know what to do for a second, but he knew how to stay professional- joking with the audience, changing up the lyrics to something silly, laughing at people that were sitting at the very front.

He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand.

To the audience, it’d look like he was just in a good mood. Excited. A showman.

But you and the others knew the man behind the showman- everyone could see he was steadily growing more nervous, hands shaky, leg bouncing more frantically than usual. As Elvis looked over his shoulder to find Red, the latter quickly disappeared backstage, making his way into the crowd to help Sonny keep an eye on things- and to be removed from the stage as far as he could.

You didn’t want to be the reason for Elvis messing up his set, but you couldn’t look away from him nor could you find the strength within yourself to get up and leave. With the spotlights on him, you could barely make out if the two piece suit he was wearing was black or midnight blue, but either way, he looked absolutely gorgeous.

His hair was longer and his face looked a little older, but as he smiled, you were thrown right back to past.

That mischievous, yet innocent smile.

It had your heart beating fast and your fingertips shaking as you sipped on the third martini of the night a waitress just put in front of you.

You did your best to smile at him every time he looked into your direction, even though you had no idea if he even saw you at all.

You didn’t have much time to ponder on the thought, because as Elvis put away his guitar and spoke into the mic while walking back and forth on the stage, he took your entire table by surprise.

“There’s a little lady present here tonight that I haven’t seen in… ages,” he laughed softly, the sound of it sounding melancholic. “And to be completely honest with everyone here- I never thought I’d see her again, never thought I wanted to,” he mumbled the last sentence in the mic so quick, thickening his accent on purpose, that it was difficult for some people in the audience to understand him clearly.

But you heard every single one of the words that rolled off his tongue, and they had you shifting in your seat, Lori grabbing one of your hands when she noticed you didn’t know where to put them.

“Anyways.. eh.. yeah, me and this person have a lot of history together, so I’d like to dedicate this song to her- this is Memories,”

Lori squeezed your hand so firmly it looked like the song was dedicated to her. You almost laughed at it, but as the melodies of the piano filled with your ears, the lump in your throat prevented you from making any sounds at all.

You sat there with tears in your eyes, lyric after lyric hitting you right in the gut as he was currently singing just to you. He barely interacted with the audience like he usually did during the song, now his eyes were searching for yours through the blinding lights the entire time.

You had no idea what this meant- you had no idea where Elvis’ head was at right now, but you were relieved that he hadn’t told someone to get you out of the audience and far away from him.

You were relieved to know Elvis Presley didn’t hate you like you sometimes worried he did.

 

Elvis had never performed this fast in his life.

Elvis loved being on stage, putting on a great show for the people that paid money to come see him- he loved his fans, always wanted to make time for them, but now he couldn’t get far away from all of it fast enough.

The lights had barely gone low and the curtain wasn’t even dropped entirely, but he was already gone.

Unfortunately for him, he did not have the privilege to wander about on his own and he couldn’t get very far because he was surrounded by his male companions as soon as he had hopped off the stage.

“Elvis, I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you and-“

Looking at Red, Elvis pulled away from Joe’s side and grabbed his shoulder. “Get me to her- c’mon, man,”

Red widened his eyes a little, not hesitating to nod his head and lead Elvis to through the long backstage hallways and eventually through the kitchen, up to the top floor of the hotel where he had told you and Lori to go.

 

You were back in your room, pacing a hole in the carpet in front of the floor to ceiling windows. The view of sparkling city lights was gorgeous, but you couldn’t be bothered to look at it.

Not after Red made the phone call from the kitchen when Elvis was signing autographs for the cooks, informing Lori that they were on their way upstairs.

“This is stupid,” you told your best friend who sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes following your every move. “This is a stupid idea. Just because he dedicated a song to me doesn’t mean he wants to see me. In case you forgot, Lori, he told me himself that he didn’t want to see me or talk to me anymore,”

Lori sighed. “That was four years ago, Y/N,” she deadpanned, looking at you. “If he didn’t want to see you, he wouldn’t come up right now. You two have a lot of history, you’ve been through a lot- you can’t keep avoiding each other,”

You knew she was right, but you were too stressed out – and too stubborn – to admit it. So instead, you kept pacing and making up doom scenario’s in your mind, until a loud knock on the door almost gave you a heart attack.

Lori was quick to jump up, striding over to the door to open it for Red and Elvis. You expected all three of them to come back into the room, you had hoped that would be the case, but after some muffled mumbling, Elvis walked in alone.

Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time in four years. Your heart was beating so rapidly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the sounds of it.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better- he felt as if he was thrown in a dream. He just stood there, nailed to the ground, as he stared at you. Because for at least twenty or thirty seconds that’s all he could do, until something inside of his brain clicked and he snapped out of it- he didn’t hesitate to take two big strides over to you and wrap his arms around you, engulfing your smaller frame in the heat of his embrace.

“God, it’s been a long time, baby,”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, the sound of his voice so close to your ear made heat rise from your toes to the top of your head. It felt like his voice had gotten even a little deeper than before, you had no idea if this was true or not, but the melody of it vibrated right through your bones.

You hummed in agreement, clearing your throat a little as he pulled back from the embrace- both of you not wanting to completely let go as his hands were still holding onto your shoulders and your fingers were grasping onto his jacket at his waist.

“You look real good, honey. Real good,” a smile softened his features, his teary eyes just as visible as yours, but you both kept up the facade to not break the dam completely.

“You.. you look amazing, Elvis. You truly do,” you complimented him back, meaning every word of what you said. He looked gorgeous up there on that stage, but now that he was in front of your nose, he was almost ethereal.

 

Both you and Elvis agreed to the idea of getting a couple of drinks in your system before there would be any conversation of the past. Neither of you had insinuated the dreaded topic, but he could feel it lingering on the horizon just as much as you did.

There was only so much small talk two people could engage in, even with such a history as yours.

“Almost as good as yours,” he chuckled as he looked at the cocktail in his hand, sitting at the round dining table that stood near the window.

Margarita’s. You hadn’t had one in a long time- not because you were working all the time, but because they reminded you of him and your first fight.

“Watch it, Presley,” you teased with a grin as you brought the sugar coated rim of your glass to your lips, taking a small sip.

“I said, almost!” he exclaimed with a deep laugh, putting his glass down. He rubbed his hands together, his eyes focused on the jewelry adorning his slender fingers.

Your laughter gradually died down and a silence fell over the both of you, the sound of you putting your glass down on the marble table nearly deafening. Your mind was racing, the tension making goosebumps lick at your skin. You had so much to say, yet you didn’t know how to properly form a sentence that would make sense.

Elvis took it upon himself to break the silence, raising his head to look at you.

“You know, I haven’t ever stopped thinking ‘bout you,” as you looked back at him and saw a small smile gracing his features, you felt your heart quickening in your chest. “That night at the studio.. the things I said, leavin’ you like that- it’s the biggest regret I got in life,”

He quickly picked up his glass, gulping down a few large sips of his drink. He ignored the taste of liquor tickling at his throat, licking some sugar off his lower lip.

“It’s in the past,” you replied, mentally slapping yourself because the words sounded plain stupid in your head. “I’ve left you once too, remember?”

He chuckled softly at the small grin that tugged at your lips. He appreciated you making light of the situation, and the fact that you didn’t hold a grudge against him for it. If you did, you wouldn’t be here right now- right?

Nodding his head a little, he softly – nervously – tapped one of his rings against the glass that was still in his hand. “What about us?”

He took you slightly by surprise when asking that.

It wasn’t like you came to Vegas just to get back together with your ex- sure, the thought had definitely been on your mind (multiple times), but you had no idea where his head was at and you knew that if the two of you were going to give this another go again, it wasn’t going to be easy.

It was going to be a lot of hard work, but if he was willing to put in the work, so were you.

“Are we still in the past?” he questioned again and you inhaled a sharp breath of air, straightening your shoulders a little against the back of your seat.

“I’d like for us not to be,” you blurted out.

You decided to just be honest and put it out there. You had no idea what the future held in store for you and Elvis, but you were more than willing to find out.

You had never loved anyone like you loved him and you doubted you ever will.

“I missed you,” you quickly added, the few drinks you had during the show and the one you were nursing now giving you enough courage to look him straight in the eye. “We’re polar opposites from each other and that made us messy sometimes. We hurt each other and we say shit we don’t mean, and I’m sure we’ll always be that way but that’s what makes us.. us. I love you, El- I don’t think I ever stopped,”

He almost made you want to take your words back when he just stared at you, for longer than you felt was necessary. You were almost starting to think he was going to completely reject you and tell you sharing a drink after so many years didn’t mean anything, but before you could fall into the claws of the demons in your head Elvis put his glass down and leaned forward to grab your hands.

You looked down as he laced your fingers together, ignoring the small painful squeeze he gave your hands which made his rings press uncomfortably against your knuckles.

“I love you too, Y/N- I always did and I always will,” he told you, softly tugging on your hands which made you get up from your seat. As he softly pulled you toward him, you didn’t fight him on it and sat down onto his lap. He let go of your hands to snake his arms around your waist, smiling at you as you shifted your body a little to look at him and rest your arm around his shoulders. “I don’t care what the future holds for us, all I know is that I want it with you,”

You blinked away some tears, smiling as you nodded. He brought one hand up to your face to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away a single tear that managed to escape. He gently brought your face closer to his to peck your lips but before he could kiss you properly, you pressed your forehead against his.

“I don’t think my future is in LA anymore,”

He frowned at this, surprised by your words. It made him pull back a little so he could look you in the eye, his hand moving down your shoulder and arm, his hand easily slipping into yours again.

“What are you talkin’ about, baby? Your whole life is in LA- your work-“

“That’s the thing,” you sighed, the thought of your work being your entire life was depressing. The words flew off your tongue before you had properly thought them through, but when the word vomit came out, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. “My work.. is my life, and I don’t want to live that anymore. I love how far I managed to come in my career and I love writing, I truly do, but.. it’s just.. not worth it without you there. Or anyone, for that matter- Lori is with you and the guys most of the time which I don’t blame her for, definitely not, but it.. it gets lonely,” your hand had found its way into his hair, running your fingers through it absentmindedly. “In the years we’ve been apart, I realised that no person is meant to live their lives all by themselves and nothing is worth it without love. Besides, I can write in Memphis too, right? Or Vegas? You’re in Vegas a lot these days, aren’t you? Yeah. Yeah! I can get a job here- I bet there’s a lot to write about. I’m pretty sure I saw Nancy Sinatra’s name plastered around the city so that’s definitely a possi-“

He let you ramble on for a little bit, until he realised you weren’t going to zip it on your own accord. Catching you off guard mid sentence, he pressed his lips against yours- it was forceful at first, until he felt you relaxing against his frame.

Parting your lips, you allowed him to take dominance as he let his tongue dance along with yours. Letting go of your hand and wrapping both arms around your waist once more, he embraced you firmly against his chest as he deepened the kiss.

Elvis was a good kisser. He had been in 1956, the years in between and his ways definitely hadn’t changed now. If anything, they had improved.

You weren’t naive to think he had not kissed – or slept – with anyone else in the time you weren’t together, but you did not have time to worry about the matter or let jealousy creep in, because as soon as he gently sucked on your lower lip while pulling back, a soft moan rolled off your tongue.

He looked at you with a grin on his face, stopping you from kissing him again. This was the first time you felt as if you were the younger one in the relationship.

Although the age difference between you wasn’t major, there had been moments where you had felt it. Where you felt as if you were the one making the wise decisions and so forth.

But right now, with the way he had kissed you and his eyes were taking in every detail of your face while his hand was resting on the side of your thigh, you felt his more dominant side coming out to play.

And it wasn't even entirely sexual, it was just the feeling of his aura.

You couldn’t say you entirely disliked it.

“You can write anywhere you like, my girl,” he told you with a sweet smile on his face, his hand coming up to gently tug a lock of hair behind your ear. “As long as you do it with your heart- I don’t want you to be stuck in a place where you’re not happy. I want you to be happy,”

You sighed deeply, almost dreamily and it made him chuckle softly. Gently grabbing his face, you pressed a kiss on his lips and then swung your arms around him, hugging him.

“You make me happy, Elvis. I want to be where you are,”

He smiled to himself. Letting his hand rub your back soothingly, he kissed your bare shoulder.

“Are we gon’ give the future a try?”

You squeezed him in your embrace a little before you pulled back to look at him, smiling.

“I think you should take me out on a date first,”

He raised his eyebrows at the teasing tone on your tongue, letting out a laugh. Nodding his head, he folded his hands together at the small of your back.

“How ‘bout a Sinatra show?”

You grinned as you moved your hands to his cheeks, grabbing his face once more.

“Now you’re talking,” you wiggled your eyebrows, kissing him again. He laughed against your lips softly, making you squeal as he picked you up in his arms and got up from his seat.

Before you could stop him, he had thrown you on your bed, your frame bouncing on the soft mattress a little. Removing some hair out of your face, you looked at him with a laugh.

“I’m guessing I’m getting the Elvis Presley encore first?”

He grinned as he crawled onto the bed, hovering above you by placing his hands on either side of your head.

“You guessed right, princess,” he hummed in your ear as his lips were attached to your neck, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

The new nickname sent a shiver down your spine and an electrifying tingle in between your thighs.

Unlike in 1960, you didn’t mind feeling small in the presence of Elvis- tonight you reveled in the feeling.

Taglist: @breadsquash @feverkitten @woundmetender @returntoelvis @prayerstopresley @ab4eva @marriedtopresley @steph-speaks @wonka-gifs @notstefaniepresley @ellie-24 @dollksj @webbedwebs @re3kin @wivette @eliseinmemphis @fairypitou @18lkpeters

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I swear I'm still writing away, but things have been a bit busier lately. However I do have this crumb of one of the smut prompts I've decided to place in the Mishap universe, enjoy!

Pairing: Shigadabi (Shigadabihawks mentioned)

Warnings: Discussions of CNC, Fear Play, and Primal Play, feminization, BDSM, Dom/Sub, light Pain Play, impiled Quirk Kink

His lover isn't hiding, in the living room, two hands in his webs, one drumming his fingers absently against the table, one tapping a pen, two more occupying themselves with the papers spread out in front of him. Pretty sure he's looking at the different patrol schedules that Hawks has gotten for them lately. Planning on doing some raids, on having Compress and Toga steal some other gear and things they can use while the heroes are distracted by them elsewhere. Doesn't give a shit about any of that as he comes right up to the table and puts his hand on the papers and presses them back against the surface, pulling his attention forcibly to him. 

"Can I help you, firefly?" Duster is more subtle about smug than Hawks is, but Dabi still knows what to look for. Sees the flicker of mirth in his eyes. 

"Why the fuck is everyone else out on a job except for me? Why the fuck didn't you tell me that everyone was leaving?" 

Duster abandons what he was working on, rises from his chair as he hooks a hand around his waist, one against the small of his back, another rubbing his thumb over the patch of Decay on his hip. Pulls him close and lets out a low chitter that has his skin going a little hotter for a reason other than his annoyance. "Been so cranky, kitten. Thought maybe you needed some time off." 

Really, really wants to keep being annoyed but Duster's got two fingers trailing up his thigh and his lips brushing over his cheek as he murmurs the words. Hasn't touched him like this all week. Barely done anything other than talk about work whenever they've been in a room together. "Duster," Hates that the promise in his voice is making the unpleasant anxiety turn into a more tolerable anticipation. "Didn't send everyone away just to make me calm down." But he's not sure even as he says it. 

"No, sent everyone away because I have a new way I want to rile you up, baby girl." 

No one home. Wouldn't normally let him call him that outside of his room. No one to overhear him now. Has a blush on his face and a whine in his throat immediately as Duster pins him against the edge of the table and nips at his throat. Tilts his head back to give him more room, shivering as he waits for the pain of his fangs sinking in, his acid burning over his skin. But Tomura doesn't give him either of them.

"Focus, precious." 

"Stop distracting me then." He snaps weakly, regrets it immediately when he gets a very short distinctive click out of his lover. 

"Already misbehaving, kitten?" 

"...I'm sorry, sir." 

"Better." But he does ease up, lightens the touches, leaves his throat alone. Feels like a punishment and they haven't even really started yet. "Do you want to be forced tonight, kitten?" 

His temperature goes a little hotter at the suggestion. "Yes, sir." 

Gets a satisfied little click out of his lover, hands still on him and moving over his body so slowly. "Would you let me hunt you, baby?" He nods but Duster holds onto him as he tries to pull away. Wants to start. Wants his lover's hands so much rougher on him. "Want to use my quirks. Want you to use yours. When I catch you," Dabi's shivering,  the heat in Tomura's voice is so black with his want, with the edge of violence. Never heard it like that before. Making his skin so hot, nearly distracting him with how much he wants it that he's not sure he wants to wait to play. "I want you so scared that I'll be able to taste it on your blood." 

"Tomura," nearly a whine, breath thin and voice so needy. His lover indulges him. Wraps a hand tight around the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, and yanks. Sends pain dancing like starbursts across his nerves before he's claiming his mouth with his tongue and sharp teeth. Lets Dabi tangle his hands in his hair and keep him there until his breath has been stolen and his head is spinning a little. Already a little foggy when he pulls away. 

"You want that, baby girl?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"That's my good girl." Another little peck, so much lighter than the kiss before. Somehow feels more dangerous than that one though. "Going to give you a head start, precious." Dabi starts to pull out of his grip. Want to start so that he can have his lover pinning him down and using him. The hands tighten enough to bruise and he can't help the little moan that the ache pulls from his throat. "If I catch you early I'm going to have to punish you for being a desperate, easy whore." Fuck. 

"...yes, sir." 

Gets and amused click out of his lover. "Go on." 

Hard to walk away when his limbs are already jelly, but Dabi goes.

[gerryrigged]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @vellaphoria! ♥

How many works do you have on AO3?

14 total, 4 on my gerryrigged account.

What’s your total A03 word count?

27,558. A good number of my pieces are quite short ficlets. I don't have a big portfolio of work - I've been in fandom for quite a while, but almost entirely as a lurker. For a handful of years, almost all of my writing output was in RP.

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now? Just DC, mostly Bats for the time being. Previously, hockey rpf, Star Wars, K, X-Men: First Class, and One Piece.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

hgjkldsf, most of these are on my other account, but:

[redacted] - ~10k, ~1700 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~3.5k, ~900 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~600 words, ~600 kudos, hockey rpf Hold It Up To The Mirror - 2.3k, 347 kudos, DC Comics [redacted] - ~300 words, ~300 kudos, One Piece

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I want to, because commenters are lovely and I appreciate them so much! And I try to, I just...don't always succeed >_>💧 or, looking at it from another perspective, I'm just very behind on them!

I adore people's comments and re-read them with fair frequency, and I do love interacting - but I also tend to get over-excited/anxious and then end up just turning the comments over and over in my little paws admiringly like sparkly gems instead of replying. Or, for another example, I got a bunch of lovely comments on my timeloop dicktim fic, but haven't been able to psyche myself up to reply because I still haven't been able to get out the promised follow-up fic, ha 🙃

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, probably Hold It Up To The Mirror. I left poor Dick and Tim in a really fucked up situation there, and it would absolutely have to get worse before it got any better. I do envision it getting better, though - despite where I end fic sometimes, I'm a sucker for eventual happy endings, especially for my OTPs. so I'm usually imagining a future path where things improve, even if it would be a (very) rough road to get there.

freefall (and the aftermath thereof) also left off on a pretty angsty note, but I give the edge to Hold It Up To The Mirror because of how bleak it is.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not sure how to quantify this, lol, I would say most of my happy endings are pretty happy. For fluff factor, maybe my latest, let your heart be light, because that one just revels in the shmoop.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not so far - fingers crossed it stays that way!

Do you write smut?

Yes, sort of? Like. I have written it, and I would certainly like to write more. But I consider myself very amateurish/unskilled at it, so I'm embarrassed of it and mostly it doesn't see the light of day. Guess I need to spend more time practicing! 😅

Do you write crossovers?

Nope, not a huge fan of writing crossovers or fusions myself, though I'll read them occasionally. When it comes to fandoms, I tend to only have one hyperfixation at a time, and mixing two different ones doesn't really appeal, at least in terms of what I myself am driven to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of - fingers also crossed it stays that way.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? It's been requested before, but I never saw the results XD

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not so far, though I'd like to! The closest I've gotten would be writing out closely collaborated scenes in RP, which can in some cases read like a fic.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh no, if I was forced to consider all of my fandoms at once, I'd have no idea. For DC, it's definitely DickTim. (It was Tim/Kon before this most recent immersion in the DC fandom, when I started to dig into Bat comics more holistically and DickTim reared its head up and swallowed me whole.)

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hm, I don't know that there are any in particular that I would firmly put on the shelf. The ones that I more generally doubt are all the ambitious long-fic ideas >_> because I suck at those. But they still exist as goals of mine, so I won't jinx any of them here!

What are your writing strengths?

.......Humor, maybe? Oh, I've been told I'm good at conveying tone and character voice through prose, and at putting together memorable or hard-hitting turns of phrase. Possibly structuring emotional arcs? 🤔

What are your writing weaknesses?

Elaborate run-on sentences. Descriptions, especially of setting details such as locations, clothing, etc. (hence why these things are often missing in my fics, lmfao). Purple prose. Over-editing. Overuse of implication/ambiguity/metaphor to the detriment of clarity. Stringing multiple scenes together, scene transitions in general, over-arching storyline plotting and all the other difficult parts of writing longer more plotty pieces. The 'stage'-blocking of physical movement, and how much/little of it needs to be described to be effective. Research - I am way too prone to just handwaving and going ehhhh, something something fill in the blank here, you know what I mean >.>

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this a couple times, but usually only short lines. Sometimes it's for effect - the POV character might not understand the language, so it's as impenetrable to them as to most readers. Or it's a line most English-speakers would be able to parse due to cognates/related languages, but it's just funnier or feels better in the other language. Or in like anime/manga fandoms, it might be a line in Japanese that most fans/readers would already be familiar with. Usually though I've just been Google translating, and have been kindly corrected on grammar etc. in the comments before, haha.

First fandom you wrote for?

well. that would be in like. middle school lol oh god. I think it was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover hghkldjfskl. That or Dragonball Z. Thankfully my recollection of my FF.net account name has been lost to the sands of time.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hm. I don't have strong feelings on this; I usually end up looking at my past fic with a critical eye. Maybe the little gen Dick & Tim ficlet I have on my other account? I wouldn't say it's my best, by any means, but that one kind of wrote itself in a fever state when I hadn't written anything in literal years, so I'm very fond of it for breaking through a creative block and being my first toe into writing for the DC fandom proper.

oh, and if you haven't been tagged yet and would care to play: @deepwithintheabyss, @annerp, and @the-alice-of-hearts?

[637lemonbelle637]

Haven't posted in a while (Hagamori Lemon)

So, I took a long break from writing for a bit because I was feeling a little burnt out with how much I've been doing for my series. However, I will try to post something at least once a day to get back on my grind. So for now, I wanted to write two of two things.

So for the first one, it's gonna be a Hagamori lemon (smut) scene like I said I would at some point. So yeah enjoy the scene.

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Kanamori sat underneath the heat of a fire lamp light. The sun had gone down hours ago yet crickets continued making their nightly racket deep into the early morning hours. At the table, sitting on his knees with a book and brush in hand, Kanamori yawned and stretched his arms up into the air. He closed the book after writing a few more words and looked behind him, the kitchen light illuminating the otherwise dark room that Kanamori was sitting in. From the kitchen walked out a man holding a cup of hot chocolate. 

Kanamori smiled softly, Haganezuka was supposed to be asleep hours ago, yet here he was with that cup of hot chocolate probably burning his already rough skin. Kanamori quickly took the cup and set it down, shaking his hands when he let go. The cup was practically on fire and sighed and turned his head to Haganezuka. “You shouldn’t carry hot cups with your bare hands..” Kanamori patted the spot next to him on the floor beckoning Haganezuka to sit down. 

Haganezuka nodded and sat down next to him. “I know but mittens feel odd. I don’t like them.” Haganezuka laid his head on Kanamori’s shoulder and sighed. “Well, it’s better than burning your skin off.” Kanamori grumbled. And Haganezuka rolled his eyes. “Are you almost done?” Haganezuka asked when he saw the book on the short table. Kanamori took a long sip of his practically boiling milk unphased by the heat in his mouth. “I am done with this one. I still have one to go.” Haganezuka groaned. “You were supposed to be asleep, why are you still up?” Kanamori asked. 

Kanamori set the cup down and turned his body toward the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pushing his head onto his chest and rubbing his back. “I didn’t want to go to sleep without you.” Haganezuka mumbled. He hugged Kanamori close. The moon was extra full and the whole room was warm with the smell of chocolate and bread. It was cozy, cozier for the two in each other's arms. 

Haganezuka had finally, after about three months of dating, gotten used to being cuddled, taken care of, praised and flirted with. It had taken him a while before he saw it as normal. His stern facade always came down one way or another when he was with Kanamori. He was finally able to accept that he had found someone that didn’t care for his “Garbage personality” though it took them both a long time to realize it. 

Kanamori set his finger under Haganezuka’s chin and lifted his head up, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. “You should go to bed.” Kanamori tilted his head and sighed with an airy laugh when Haganezuka shook his head and refused. “Well what do you want then? I have work to finish.” Kanamori lifted his hand to pick up his writing brush again but Haganezuka grabbed Kanamori’s wrist and held it down to the floor.

“You.” Haganezuka stared at Kanamori, their faces only inches apart. Kanamori chuckled nervously. “Hotaru..” Haganezuka had a fixed frown on his face as he stared, his head tilted down and his hair loose in front of his eyes. Kanamori tilted his head and brushed Haganezuka’s hair behind his ear. 

Kanamori looked at his writing brush and sighed. “Hotaru, I have work to finish.” Haganezuka scoffed and lifted Kanamori and threw him over his shoulder. Kanamori yelped and laughed. “Hotaru. Put me down!” Kanamori continued to squirm but Haganezuka was stronger. Haganezuka threw Kanamori down onto the bed only a few feet away from Kanamori’s work table. He folded his arms, his face in a child-like pout. 

Kanamori wanted to get back to work but Haganezuka pouting was only a small step closer toward being tied up and threatened with a knife. That was also a small step to close. Kanamori exhaled a deep breath and opened his arms. Haganezuka smiled and flopped his body onto Kanamori and Kanamori let out a laugh. 

Haganezuka flipped over onto his back and set Kanamori onto his waist. Kanamori smiled a gentle innocent smile and leaned down, pressing his lips to Haganezuka’s softly. Haganezuka’s lips were rough but still felt oddly relieving pressed against Kanamoris. Kanamori remained in place for a few seconds before Haganezuka broke the kiss and pushed Kanamori’s head onto his shoulder. 

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Kanamori was going to lift his head up but felt Haganezuka’s lips glazing across his own soft skin. It sent an odd tingle throughout his body, his face warming up. Kanamori closed his eyes, Haganezuka lips kissed his neck and shoulder gently. His teeth nipped at Kanamori’s skin making it turn slightly pink. Kanamori made soft moans and quiet gasps, his hand brushing through Haganezuka’s hair giving it a grip and tug back. Haganezuka’s head was yanked back and Kanamori lifted his head up and smiled. 

Kanamori kept Haganezuka’s head firmly held down and slid his hand down Haganezuka's chest down to his waist. Haganezuka didn’t protest, eager for Kanamori to make his move. Haganezuka didn’t care who was where, he just wanted Kanamori to do something. Kanamori slid his hand into Haganezuka’s pants, running it down his thighs and pushing his pants off his legs. 

Haganezuka just laid there, his eyes filled with a lust that couldn’t be explained. His gaze glued to Kanamori’s exploring eyes as his body was slowly exposed, piece by piece being stripped of his clothes. With his body exposed he felt a tad embarrassed. His legs pushed open and Kanamori leaning down, his mouth getting awfully close to Haganezuka’s tender pink hole.

Haganezuka closed his eyes tightly as he felt Kanamori’s tongue push inside of his body, the thick sheen of saliva making it easier for his tongue to be shoved inside. Kanamori swirled his tongue around Haganezuka’s insides, he was warm and Haganezuka couldn’t help but let out the moans that were bubbling up in his throat. 

Kanamori let out an airy chuckle at Haganezuka’s noises, pushing his tongue in further. Kanamori felt Haganezuka thrust his hips up, his body becoming tender under Kanamori’s soft touch and lick. Haganezuka tried to relax his body, allowing Kanamori’s tongue to slip in and out of his body. After a few minutes of Kanamori but sucking and lapping Haganezuka hole he pushed in a singular finger. 

Haganezuka made a quiet gasp and whimpered when he felt it. Kanamori’s finger plunging into him and pushing against the raw walls of Haganezuka’s insides. Kanamori made a playful smile, his body still fully clothed while Haganezuka laid in front of him, his legs slightly shaking. Kanamori twisted his finger and then pushed in a second. Haganezuka’s legs shaking more and trying to close while the other held them apart with his waist. 

Kanamori pushed his fingers against Haganezukas walls and soft spots causing Haganezuka to moan slightly louder with his back curving. Kanamori sped up his hand, twisting and turning his fingers, wetting Haganezukas hole with both saliva and the wetness of his own insides. 

Haganezuka could finally lift his head. He looked at Kanamori who had undone his belt and pulled down his pants. The head of his length already rubbing at his own entrance. Kanamori made a soft grunt as he pushed the tip of his length inside of the other, Haganezuka moaning painfully. His hand gripped the sheets under him. 

Kanamori took it slow. He was gentle, his eyes filled with both lust and love, as he pushed the rest of his length inside Haganezuka, leaning down and allowing Haganezuka to cling to him, scratching his back and biting his shoulder. Kanamori winced but allowed it, the aggressiveness of the other and raw pain and pleasure Haganezuka felt only turned Kanamori on even more. 

Kanamori moved his waist with Haganezuka’s. Staying slow and waiting for Haganezuka to make a sound of gesture saying he could speed up. He allowed Haganezuka to get comfortable with the feeling before moving on. The scene finally became more intense as Kanamori sped up to a pace that rocked their bed back and forth. 

Haganezuka’s muscular frame intertwines with Kanamori's lean physique, creating a visual feast for the senses. Their movements are synchronized, a dance of pleasure and pain. The room echoed with their moans and gasps, a symphony of ecstasy. 

Kanamori yanked on Haganezuka’s soft and long locks of hair, Haganezuka letting out a pained but satisfied moan, a bit of drool ran down his chin as Kanamori thrusted into him making grunts and groans from the tightens around him.

Haganezuka was flipped around and set on his knees, his upper half shoved down. He bit down on his pillow while Kanamori held his hand on Haganezuka’s head, still gripping his head and holding him down. Kanamori moved in different angles until he found Haganezuka’s prostate, most of Kanamori’s body still clothed in the process. 

Kanamori constantly hit Haganezuka’s prostate roughly while Haganezuka both whined and whimpered under him. Haganezuka’s jumbled and incoherent words mashed together, a mixture of curses and begging. Haganezuka repeatedly moaned, “Kozo Kozo...Kozo~ Kozo!” over and over, his voice cracking after each time. 

 Haganezuka clenched his fists into the blankets and released a loud moan and a flow of white sticky cum onto the sheets. His body shook in place. Haganezuka always came a little too early when he bottomed. 

Kanamori hummed and leaned down, kissing the back of Haganezuka’s ear pulling his own hips back and then slamming them forward making Haganezuka jolt forward with a gasp. Kanamori kept his lips to Haganezuka’s ear, biting on it every few seconds. His thrusts were slow but hard and violent, Haganezuka’s insides being beaten ruthlessly by the man on top of him. 

Haganezuka was shaking, drooling, moaning, and crying all at the same time. He enjoyed every moment, his breath steamy and his body covered in a thick sheen of salty sweat. He loved it when Kanamori was aggressive with him. Kanamori was always the right amount of aggressive, never giving Haganezuka too much or too little. 

Kanamori gave one last hard thrust into Haganezuka and then wrapped his arms around Haganezuka’s waist finally cumming inside of him. Haganezuka felt himself filling up with the other man's cum, Kanamori’s length still nestled deep inside of his body. 

Both were filled with raw passion and unbridled lust. These two men left nothing to the imagination, proving that sometimes, rough could be oh-so-good..

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Kanamori pulled the dirty sheets from under Haganezuka and threw them into a bucket of water in the kitchen to wash. He then walked back to Haganezuka himself and helped him to the bathroom where he ran Haganezuka a warm bath. He got him cleaned up and then properly tucked into bed. 

Haganezuka smiled and kissed Kanamori, the other reciprocating immediately. “Thank you honey..” Haganezuka mumbled before laying his head down. “Love you.” He spoke before finally drifting off to sleep after Kanamori kissed him on the forehead.

“Love you too..” 

Kanamori then stood up, sat at his small table, and got back to work. 

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IHUSGUDISHDIU I was screaming while writing this and I was also writing in the dark so I apologies for any grammar mistakes. It is a bit rushed but I'll definitely be writing more Hagamori stuff. I hope whoever read this likes it and as I always say, My requests are still open so give me things to write!!

[xxsabitoxx]

You were completely and utterly unbearable in his eyes.

Megumi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: name calling, public sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fucking while on the phone with someone else, drunk sex, rough sex, slapping, biting, degrading, overstimulation, more creampies

A/N: I aspire to write smut elegantly, it just never fucking happens. I had fun writing this though :)) also trying to find a new layout for the fics I post. Everyone always makes theirs look so aesthetically pleasing and I struggle LMAO This is unedited and not proof read — like always — so plz disregard any spelling errors. Unless they are major… then plz tell me

Word count 12.9k

Even the clicking of your pen was absolutely insufferable. Megumi’s whole body felt as if it had been doused in hot water, anger flooding him from the ends of his unruly hair all the way to his toes. “Could you stop that.” His tone was tense, jaw clenched tightly as his words barely slipped past his gritted teeth. “No.” Was all you uttered back, light and airy as if not a single thing could bother you. You haven't even taken your eyes off of the page you were studying to address him. That alone, infuriated him even more.

“Stop clicking your pen.” He didn’t like repeating himself, his fists tightened as he waited for your likely snotty response. “Like I said, no.” Again, not missing a single beat. Your eyes remained focused on your textbook, a small smirk on your face as you felt his leg begin to bounce under the table. You had gotten to know your lab partner pretty well over the course of the semester. Enough to know he hated your guts, also enough to know his little manursims when he was mad. Bouncing his leg was a clear sign you were getting under his skin. Just how you wanted to, just how you loved to.

Silence fell over the two of you, your pen still clicking, Megumi’s leg still bouncing. You always seemed to win these battles, typically because the man across from you would get up and storm away. If you were correct, he’d be getting up and leaving in less than five minutes. Time ticked by slowly, your finger never once stopping as you clicked your pen again and again and again. “Could you fucking quit it already!” Megumi’s fist hit the table, eyes sharp as a blade making contact with your own. “Could you fucking quit asking me? The answer is and always will be no.”

It was a staring match now, the only thing filling the quiet library was the click click click of your pen. Really you were both quite lucky it was so late at night and nobody on campus was stupid enough to be pent up in here on a Friday night… technically now Saturday morning. Instead of speaking, Megumi’s arm swung forward, aiming to pull or knock the pen right out of your hand. Instead you leaned back in your chair, laughing as you dodged his simple attack. “What are you? Four?” Bold words coming from someone who was slowly driving a man to insanity with a pen.

“For fuck sake, stop clicking the fucking pen.” He was seething yet too lazy to get out of his chair and return to his dorm. You just shook your head, clicking it over and over with a shit eating grin plastered to your face. One Megumi was aching to wipe clean off. His mind was always full of ways to get under your skin in the same ways you’d get under his. Yet some part of him figured it was better to be the bigger person. He’d only have to deal with you for a few more weeks, then the semester would be over. You’d no longer be his lab partner and you’d likely never see eachother again unless it was in passing.

“You are such a child.” You snorted, holding the pen out of reach and clicking it in rapid succession to drive your point home. Megumi had gotten out of his seat now, nearly lunging across the table for it. You laughed, loud and obnoxious as he missed for a second time. “Look at you! Throwing a damn tantrum. Aren’t you supposed to be like twenty or something?” Megumi just glared at you, one knee resting on the table while he watched your finger press down on the pen’s button again and again. He didn’t know what to do next, swallow his pride and sit back down or grab for the pen a second time.

He chose the other route, this time actually making his way over the table to grab the pen from your hand. Instead of triumphantly getting the pen away from you, things took a disastrous turn. You had leaned too far back in your chair, losing balance completely and landing flat on your back. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Megumi had lost his footing. He too fell straight off the table, landing on top of you with a loud thump. You both laid in silence for a moment, silence Megumi would have found blissful if it weren’t for the pain radiating in his knees. On The other hand, you were trying to force air back into your lungs.

Air that had been knocked straight out of you when your back hit the floor. Which wasn’t helped when Megumi went and put his whole body weight on you only a second later. After a second, he forced himself up, both hands caging in your head as he looked down at you. “This is your fault.” His cheeks were rosy, lips seeming to quiver as he looked at you. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You huffed, the back of your head was throbbing from where you smacked it. “And get the fuck off of me.” You spat out after, eyes looking down to see Megumi straddling you. He caught on, immediately shifting off of you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just stopped with that damn pen.” He moved to stand, not bothering to help you as you pulled yourself off the ground. “I’m done for tonight.” You sat on the ground in silence, watching him grab his laptop and textbook before storming out of the library, your pen still in his hand. Once he was gone you let your body relax a bit, a sigh leaving you as you reached up to rub the back of your head. “What a gentleman.” With any luck, you’d given yourself a concussion. The rest of your body would probably be tender by the time you woke up.

You could blame Megumi for that if you really wanted to, considering he practically body slammed you. You began to laugh, pulling yourself off the ground to pack your things as well. There was no way you’d get anything done with the way your head was thrumming. Megumi, however, was practically running back to his dorm, shame flooding his cheeks as he prayed no one would see him. “Get a grip you moron.” He muttered under his breath, head downcast as he tried to use his backpack to shield himself. It wasn’t quite noticeable but he was still mortified, slowly but surely there was a persistent problem growing in his pants.

“It would have happened if it were anyone, it’s natural.” Two bold lies to try and convince himself were actually truths. It only happened because it was you, that simple fact was too much for him to bear. It wasn’t until he reached up to punch in the entry code that he realized he still had your pen in his hand. “Fuck off.” He groaned, tossing it somewhere in the bushes before angrily pressing the numbers in. Megumi was starting to find everything irritating now, especially the issue he was refusing to acknowledge. “Just a few more feet.” He muttered under his breath.

A few more feet and he’d be at his shared dorm, something that still wasn’t used too. He missed his high school years for a moment, his own bedroom and bathroom all to himself on a quiet campus. Now he was at a bustling university campus in the heart of Tokyo, per Gojo’s request. It was all because the man sweet talked them into giving him, Nobara and Yuji a free ride. Now he shared a room with the pink haired man, as much as he loved him, living with him was proving to be too much. Yet semester after semester, he always chose to room with him.

Megumi’s shoulders sagged the moment he reached their room. Hanging on the doorknob was a sign Yuji had made specifically for these situations. “Do not enter” hooked over the door in Yuji’s attempt at nearly handwriting. That sign was to warn Megumi that he had someone in there with him, essentially telling Megumi to respectfully fuck off. “Of all fucking nights.” He could scream now, it was just one bad thing after another at this point. Not only was he annoyed that he couldn’t get him his dorm, he was mad about what the sign reminded him of. The very fact that he hadn’t gotten laid once this semester.

You were the one to blame for that. The stupid lab class he had chosen to take consumed most of his free time, naturally that meant you consumed most of his free time. He had no time to be dragged out to parties with Yuji and Nobara, no time to drunkenly woo a girl or guy back into his bed, no time to even get himself off alone. It was embarrassing, let alone the fact that it was obvious to the pink haired man that his best friend hadn’t gotten his dick wet in months. Megumi wasn’t usually the hook up type but fuck he enjoyed having sex.

He could, unfortunately, push aside his morals so long as he was promised blissful release at the end. “Fucking great.” He muttered again, still standing in place in front of his dorm door, as if that would magically erase the sign. He was left with no place to go, especially right now. Usually he’d just go visit Nobara, the girl had managed to score a dorm suite all for herself. She let him crash there whenever he needed. The bulge in his pants, however, was keeping him from really going anywhere at all. So he sulked off, making his way to the dorm’s common rooms. If he was lucky, it would be empty.

“Dude… can you give me y/n’s number?” They were in the dining hall, students coming and going from every direction, it made Megumi’s whole body feel uncomfortable. “What?” He could have choked on the cereal he was trying to eat, eyes widening almost comically as he looked up. “Y/n’s number, your lab partner?” Megumi rolled his eyes, swallowing his food before speaking. “I know who she is, dumb ass.” His heart was starting to pound now, he’d like to enjoy his time away from you in peace. Yet somehow you always managed to make your way to him in some form or another.

“Oh! My bad dude! You got a thing for her?” Yuji blinked with wide eyes, absolutely not phased by the death glare in Megumi’s eyes. “No I don’t got a thing for her, she’s fucking evil.” He put his spoon down a little harder than necessary. “Y/n? Really?” Yuji seemed shocked, all the while he was bringing more food to his mouth. It took Megumi a second to realize Yuji had referred to you as if he knew you personally. “Wait… do you know her?” His food was completely forgotten now, his full attention was on whatever Yuji would say next.

“I only know of her. She’s good friends with Todo, he said she stopped frequenting his parties once this semester started. He blames you for that, so I’d watch out for him if he ever makes his way on campus.” Of course you’d be friends with Todo, someone Megumi couldn’t stand. Luckily he attended a different university, just a little outside of Tokyo. Still close enough to go on missions if needed. “Wait…” you were friends with all these sorcerers? Yuji tilted his head, waiting for whatever Megumi would question next. “Is she a sorcerer?” How the hell wouldn't he have known sooner?

“No, I don’t think so. I know she can see curses but that’s about it.” Yuji returned to his food, acting as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on Megumi. Did you know he was a sorcerer? Had you known all along? “Oh but for real, can I have her number? She’s super hot.” Megumi nearly lost his appetite, “didn’t I tell you she was evil?” He was hoping to deter the conversation elsewhere. He had no valid reason to not give your number to Yuji. “You did, but I like a woman with a sharp tongue. Plus she’s friends with Todo so she must like to party. I think we’d be a great match.” Megumi sighed.

“I’m not just going to give out her number, ask Todo.” Yuji shrugged, finally dropping the topic of you, but not before saying one last thing. “If you like her dude, just tell me and I won’t pursue her.” It was soft, as if he were talking to a temperamental toddler who would throw a fit at any second. “I’m not interested in her.” But he couldn’t tell Yuji he could have you, those words got caught up somewhere in his throat. Yuji just shook his head, fully returning back to his food. Megumi could be utterly impossible sometimes, it would be best to leave you and the subject alone until his best friend could sort his shit out.

His head was pressed to the armrest of the worn down couch in the common room. Who the fuck knows what had taken place on this couch but for now Megumi couldn’t be bothered to care. He was squeezing his eyes shut, willing this dick to calm the fuck down. He was positive he’d have no interruptions, considering it was nearly 3am at this point. Most students would either be sleeping or drunkenly passed out somewhere. The likelihood of someone walking in on him or even remembering what they saw would be slim to none. Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to take the easy solution to solving the crisis in his pants.

“I have no choice.” He muttered softly, head lifting to look down at the insufferable bulge that he couldn’t get to go down. Shakily, he placed a hand over himself, gasping softly as some sort of relief was finally felt. He felt his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he began fondling himself, the relief slowly turned into pleasure. He didn’t have the courage to undo his pants, he’d settle for this, as mortifying to him as it may be. “How fucking pathetic.” He groaned, head falling back as he found a good rhythm for himself, essentially dry humping his own hand. He tried to let himself relax, still too tense that someone could walk in.

It was one thing to be caught fucking someone on this couch, dry humping your hand? Absolutely horrific. Megumi would be the butt of every joke, some lame, horny college dude that couldn’t get someone in his bed. That only made him move quicker, hips moving to meet his hand as he struggled to reach his release. He was suddenly too caught up in the moment to think of one fatal error he had forgotten to consider. You also lived in this dorm building, meaning you would be the only one awake and sober right now to catch him.

You huffed, realizing you must have left your student ID in your dorm room. You punched in the numbers on the pin pad, it only took an extra second but it was still annoying. As you moved to open the door, you noticed something sitting in the bushes. “How fucking typical.” You laughed as you reached for your pen, the only sign that Megumi had also returned to the dorms. You plucked it from the bush where it had been carelessly discarded. “He really carried it all the way back here.” You chuckled as you entered the fluorescent hallway, your dorm was on the third floor, right above Megumi’s.

You clicked the elevator button, waiting patiently for it to drop to your level and pick you up. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower, some pain relief meds and your cheap twin XL mattress. As you stepped inside the elevator, an earlier conversation with your roommate popped into mind. She had told you to stay out late, maybe not even bother returning to the dorm till early morning. She was going to a party and told you there was no way she’d be returning to your dorm alone. Dread filled you as the elevator made its way up, you may be stranded for the next few hours if a certain sign was on your dorm door.

The elevator dinged, opening up to your room's floor. You stepped out hesitantly, making your way down until you turned the corner and stopped dead in your tracks. Sure enough, the butterfly magnet was slapped halfheartedly to the door. “Fuck.” You moved forward anyways, maybe you could slip in if they were asleep. You pressed your ear to the door, despite it being made of metal, it was still pretty thin. You held your breath, waiting to hear any sign of movement. Sure enough, you could clearly hear sounds you’d rather not. “Fuck off.” You groaned, kicking the metal door, knowing full and well neither of the two inside would be phased.

Your only choice was to head to the common room, maybe you could call Todo and see if he’d pick you up. You padded away, pulling your phone out and scrolling through your contacts. You found Todo, texting him to see if he was still up at such an ungodly hour. After a second of no response you clicked your phone off, shoving it in the back pocket of your shorts. The common room was a floor down, you clicked to summon the elevator and the door opened immediately. “I could probably get some more of the project done.” The throbbing in your skull had turned to a dull ache, more than enough for you to manage while you worked but it would still be annoying.

The elevator dinged again, opening to what you knew as Megumi’s floor. You made your way down the hall at a steady pace, you were in no hurry to spend the rest of your night in the common rooms. As you neared the open archway you froze, soft grunts and rustling met your ears. “Don’t tell me someone is fucking in there…” you whispered so low you barely heard yourself speak. You barged in, ready to make a scene and interrupt whoever it was that was too horny to make it back to their room. Instead, every insult died on your lips, mouth parting in shock at the sight before you. “No fucking way.”

You began to laugh, just as loud and obnoxious as you had in the library. All the color from Megumi’s flushed cheeks disappeared, all the while his hand froze in the worst way possible. “So we are in the same boat? Your roommate is fucking someone right now, right? That’s why you’re jerking off alone in the common room?” You 're still laughing, making your way over to the dingey couch Megumi was sprawled on. You were hovering over him now, watching as he was genuinely too horrified to speak. You hated to admit it but the sight of him desperately trying to get off, had you feeling some sort of way.

It had been a few months after all, judging from the bulge in his sweats, he wouldn’t be half bad. “Do you mind if I join?” You fully expected that to snap him back into reality, ready for the onslaught of curses and names that would be hurtled your way as he demanded you leave him alone. Instead, Megumi nodded, his body moving on autopilot to create some wiggle room for you to straddle him. It almost felt like the man had been put under a trance, absolutely hypnotized but his own lust. You were no better, crawling onto the couch and plopping your covered cunt directly over his bulge.

“How humiliating is this?” You laughed again, hips beginning to rock back and forth. “So fucking horny but too lame to get laid. Your roommate has more game than you, to the point he kicked you out so he could fuck some bitch in peace.” Your hips swiveled, Megumi gulped, hands coming down to hold your waist as you moved. “Though I guess I’m not much better, my room is off limits for the same reason. Kinda jealous I must say, I’d kill to have my back blown out right now.” Your hips moved a little harsher, you could feel the soft prickle of arousal hitting you, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get you off. Megumi, though, looked as if he was about to spill in his pants.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Megumi? I’m sure you’re in the same boat as me. That stupid fucking lab took up all our free time. You know how many fucking parties I missed?” You 're getting angry, hips pressing down almost painful against Megumi’s. He felt suffocated, not only by the confines of his pants but by your hips. He hated you, he absolutely hated you, especially as a moan slipped past his lips. “Yeah? Look at you, how fucking pathetic. Letting me grind on you like we are some horny teenagers. You aren’t even trying to take the lead.” You scoffed, moving to stand now, you were fed up with it already.

Megumi’s hands tightened, trying to keep you pressed to him. His release was so close and you up and leave him hanging, he really fucking hated you. “Oh loosen up, I’m not leaving.” You spat at him, pulling yourself to your feet. Before he could even question what you were about to do, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you dropped your shorts. You were fully exposed from the waist down, letting Megumi’s eyes hungrily drink in the sight of your cunt. “Pull it out.” You commanded as if it were a natural statement, not even when you were horny did you relax even a bit.

Megumi’s teeth gritted, that same anger filling his body, he did as you asked regardless. He lifted his hips, not exactly liking the idea of his bare skin on the couch below. Right now though, he knew what was coming next, therefore he couldn’t give a shit. You watched with folded arms, holding back a gasp as his cock slapped against his abdomen. Much to your pleasure, he was big, but you wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of seeing you react. “I-I don’t got a condom.” Finally, he managed to speak. “Neither do I, but I don’t really care.” You were straddling his hips again, pushing his sweatshirt up a bit to expose some of his toned abdomen.

You grabbed his base, earning a hiss of “easy.” As you began greedily pumping him. Sticky precum was already smeared along his length from residing in his pants for so long. You had to hold back your groans, you were dying to feel him inside of you. Your hips lifted, angling yourself awkwardly so you could sit on his length, swatting away Megumi’s hands as they attempted to guide you. “Don’t.” You barked back at him, holding him steady as his bulbous head penetrated you. You struggled to hold in a groan, after a few months it really felt like the first time all over again. The stretch was uncomfortable, a burning sensation spreading all the way to your thighs.

You pushed past, lowering yourself on his length inch by inch until you met his base. You felt full, something you hadn’t felt in such a long time that you almost forgot how much you enjoyed it. A choked “fuck” escaped him, hands gripping your hips with bruising force as your walls sputtered around him. You were suffocating him entirely. He could feel everything, especially the way you were greedily clinging to him. He was, as much as he hated it, at your mercy for the time being. You rolled your hips slowly, mouth parting as he pressed further into what you had come to know as your “g-spot.” Megumi’s brows furrowed, eyes focusing on where his cock had disappeared inside of you.

“You’re fucking lucky you’re hot.” You began bouncing slowly, lifting your hips up until half of him was left and dropping back down. The couch creaked as you put your full weight down on him again and again. Megumi was still too stunned to do much else, he couldn’t bring himself to speak in fear of saying something that would piss you off and make you stop. Instead he held your hips, arms rising and falling every time you bounced. A smirk crept up your cheeks, struggling to remain a smirk as he passed over that one spot over and over. You had forgotten how good it felt, what made things even better is that he was keeping his mouth shut.

You could enjoy his cock and his beauty without the irritation of hearing his bitching. Slowly but surely, soft squelches began to emit from between your thighs. Every time your hips sunk down, engulfing him over and over, a soft squelch was heard as you lifted back up. You found it rather satisfying, especially with the way it seems to draw Megumi in. It was a soft wet slap of skin against skin, the pleasure in your gut intensifying each time you clenched. Part of you knew that even if a condom was available you would have gone without, there was something much more sweeter to this victory due to the fact that you were fucking him raw.

Your attention was pulled from his face a moment later, your phone was buzzing on the ground next to the couch. Todo’s name flashed on the screen, a soft “oh!” Tumbling from your lips as you bent down. Megumi groaned as he slipped out of your tight heat completely, cock twitching at the loss of your warmth. You rolled your eyes as he complained, sliding over the answer button in the process. “Yo! Todo! Are you just waking up or are you going to bed.” You straighten, one hand holding your phone to your ear while the other reaches for the slick base of Megumi’s cock. He was covered with your arousal, his own was still leaking from his irritated looking tip.

He had been close, somewhat thankful you pulled out when you did because he didn’t want this to end yet. “Of course you’d wake up at nearly 4am to start your day.” You sunk back down on him, not missing a single beat as you listened to Todo’s question. That was something that would normally absolutely infuriate him, being balls deep really seemed to mellow him out. “Oh I was calling you to ask if you were still having that party later today.” You found a new rhythm, this time the sound of skin slapping skin was much louder. You wouldn’t be shocked if Todo asked you what the sound was, you’d be honest with him if he did.

“Oh good!” You cooed into the phone when he said yes, Megumi could just faintly make out the man’s far too boisterous laugh for the time of day it was. “Oh well, I’m asking because I plan on finally attending this one.” You dropped down fully, Megumi’s body jolting forward as the tip of his cock pressed to your cervix. It was nearly painful but you kept your composure, using your free hand you began rubbing short, quick circles on your clit. You could feel Megumi inside of you, twitching with every thrust. The soft pants leaving his plump lips told you he was about to cum.

Megumi seemed to snap out of his daze when he heard Todo's laugh, followed by unintelligible but excited talking. He needed to see you lose your composure, something you had somehow stripped him of. The Megumi you were familiar with came back in the form of his hands bruising your waist. His hips jutted upwards, cock head slamming into your cervix over and over as he made it so your hips collided with every thrust. Now he could hear it, the gentle rasp, the undeniable strain in your voice as you spoke on the phone. “I-I’ll be bringing a plus one this time, Todo.”

Megumi was getting too worked up to care, the way your breasts bounced with every smack had his whole body vibrating. “Come for me…” he groaned, his voice sounding worse than your own. “Y-yeah! A plus one.” You drawled out the last word, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Megumi turned your pace to an unbearable speed. “Oh you’ll be s-surprised.” The phone nearly fell out of your hand, head falling back as ecstasy filled your veins from head to toe. The couch below you was now threatening to break, the creaking was loud enough to wake anyone up. “I-I’ll see you then. Do you need me to bring anything?”

Your orgasm was just in your reach, yet you couldn’t hang up the phone, especially when you knew it bothered Megumi. You could feel it, a gasp you couldn’t control slipping past your lips as your hips jerked wildly. Megumi felt more so than saw your orgasm hit you, your walls had become even tighter than he could have imagined, your arousal coming out in a sticky, warm gush. He could see sweat rolling down your temple, eyes seemingly clouded over as your bliss came over you in waves. Jealousy spiked in him, his hips never slowing his assault as he chased after his own release, the one thing that had gotten him into this mess to begin with.

“Oh sorry…” you snapped out of your daze as Todo called your name, you mumbled something about not having gone to bed yet. Your heart was shooting through your chest as you felt Megumi nearing his end, you couldn’t even focus on what Todo was saying as you attempted to pry yourself away from him. Megumi’s grip was a lot stronger than it had been before, your overstimulation mixed with panic was still no match for him. After a twitch you knew was much stronger than the last, paired with a low and steady moan, Megumi came.

All the while he had buried himself deep, dull head pressing painfully to your cervix again, white ropes pouring endlessly into you. Finally, Megumi had gotten your facade to drop just a bit, it was in the form of a slightly shocked expression. Still not as satisfying as what he was really looking for, but it would do for now. “Yeah I’m still here.” You glared down at the shit eating smirk plastered to Megumi’s face. His grip finally loosened, crescent nail marks dug deep into your thighs as you lifted enough for his softening cock to slip out.

Following it came his release, your arousal mixed with his cum followed steadily, dripping down into his cock and abdomen. You shook your head, muttering under your breath before bidding Todo a good bye and hanging up the phone. “Some fucking nerve you got, Fushiguro.” Not even his first name, had he not been so relaxed he probably would have bit back at your bait. “You hate me so much yet you let me fuck you. Then you have the audacity to keep me in place and cum. Fucking filthy.” You got up, maintaining some stability despite your thighs burning and your legs feeling like jelly.

“We’re going to Todo’s party later today. Don’t even fucking try and say no. You owe me big time for what I just let you do.” You said it as if you weren’t the one to offer, Megumi was still aching for more. He was aching for a second round where he didn’t just let you take the lead. He was going to get what he was after, he was going to get that smug look off your face. Now, he knew exactly how to go about it. Of course he wasn’t going to deny attending the party with you, it was the perfect set up for him to get his revenge. “Goodnight.” He called after you as you walked away, shorts pulled back on and phone gripped tightly in your hand.

For now, he was left with the mess you left behind, but for once he couldn’t seem to get mad. Instead his head was buzzing with the endless ways he’d make you putty in his hands. He’d make sure you felt as small as you had just made him feel, he’d make sure you cried his name over and over. It was the best form of revenge, it just sucked you had gotten to go first. Then again, you opened his mind to the best form of punishment he could think of. It was the perfect solution he had been too dense to find. “My turn, y/n.” He tucked himself away, grimacing at the sticky feeling he was left with.

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“I can’t believe you are actually going!” Yuji was standing in front of Megumi’s mirror, gel covering his hands as he perfectly spiked his hair. It was nearly 7pm that night now and you had been the sole subject on Megumi’s mind. As much as the idea of this party filled him with dread, he wasn’t willing to let you go off alone. How ironic, he fucking hated you, didn’t he? So why was he suddenly so concerned about your wellbeing? His jaw was clenched tight, teeth aching as he opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t have a choice.”

“Oh that’s right, y/n is making you go.” Yuji chuckled at the story Megumi had told him, something about tipping your chair and threatening to stop working on your final assignment. In order to keep the peace, Megumi agreed to go with you. A believable lie for Yuji, though Nobara may see straight through it. Luckily she was spending her weekend with Maki, so he didn’t have to worry about her much. “You’ll have fun, Megumi. Hell, maybe you’ll finally get laid. Sorry again about that…” Megumi suppressed a groan, of course Yuji would bring that up yet again.

Megumi wasn’t allowed back into their shared dorm room until nearly 8am. Luckily for him, the girl Yuji had slept with was a morning person, she was up and out of there bright and early. Not before another round, one Megumi nearly interrupted, according to Yuji. At least tonight he’d be the one bringing someone back, hopefully way before Yuji. Essentially a small little dig agaisnt his pink haired friend, this time Yuji would be the one waiting around, that is if he didn’t end up in someone else’s bed.

Regardless, Megumi was getting his revenge. After showering and getting access to his dorm again, Megumi crashed until two in the afternoon. You were, as always, lingering in his mind. You even had the audacity to fill his dreams. All he could think about was the way you so careless fucked him, as if it were a normal routine that required no effort. Never mind the fact that he had been so entranced he barely did anything in return. Embarrassment was nagging at him, despite the fact that his orgasm was the best he’d had in a long time.

Tonight though, he was paying you back tenfold. Hell he wouldn’t be satisfied until his bed was broken at the way his anger was starting to pent up again. “Next time, go to her room. Having to crash on that nasty couch in the commons wasn’t ideal.” He adjusted his collar, hand reaching for his cologne. “I said I was sorry!“ Yuji whined, as he moved to grab his shoes. Megumi had chosen a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone, exposing his pale collarbone.

Accompanying his top was a pair of cargo shorts, all picked out according to your bitching at him through text. It was a pool party apparently, something Megumi had no desire for, so he forgoed any swim attire. Yuji on the other hand wore a pair of pink swim trunks and a white t-shirt with a Hawaiian shirt hanging open over top. One he was sure Todo gifted him at some point in their friendship. Their outfits were polar opposites yet somehow still fit the desired look.

“Are we meeting y/n there?” Megumi shook his head, moving to grab his shoes as well. “She’ll be waiting for us in the common room.” Yuji hummed, it was only revealed to him earlier that day that you happened to live in the same building. “Well, should we get going?” Yuji’s hand was already on the doorknob, bouncing like a small kid waiting for his parent’s approval. “We should. You got everything you need?” After another nod, Yuji yanks the door open.

Here goes nothing and everything all at once.

You were laughing with a group of kids in your major when Megumi and Yuji found you. “Y/n!” Yuji called as if he had known you his whole life, your head shot up, a smile crossing your face that Megumi never saw directed at him. “Is that the infamous Itadori Yuji calling my name?” You stepped away from the table of students, walking towards Yuji as he walked towards you. Megumi watched in shock as you easily wrapped your arms around the pink haired man, what got him even more was the fact that Yuji easily reciprocated.

“In the flesh! Todo has told me a lot about you.” Megumi could hear your groan as you pulled away a moment later. “Oh I can only imagine the things he’s said. You and him have been friends since high school, yeah?” As you and Yuji separated, Megumi finally was able to process what you had on. A black maxi dress with thin straps, the dress itself hugged you perfectly, accentuating every curve. Hell, it took him a moment to pull his eyes away from your ass. As his eyes roamed back up towards your face, he noticed the equally thin straps to a bathing suit just barely hidden. He had to suppress a groan.

There was something irritating to him about how easily you seemed to get along with Yuji. He thought back on that conversation they had in the dining hall a few weeks prior, maybe Yuji was right. But Megumi wasn’t interested in you… he couldn’t stand you, yet there was jealousy bubbling in his chest. Green eyes shifted over to a couple sitting on the familiar, old couch. He didn’t expect to meet your gaze the moment he looked back towards the two of you, a small smirk on your lips as you knew what he was thinking. Once again, you and Megumi were unknowingly sitting in the same boat.

You had managed to keep your aloof attitude going until you were out of Megumi’s sight. It wasn’t until you walked away from him that you felt embarrassment flooding your cheeks, somehow you had kept your composure but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even as you made your way through the dorm building with no destination ahead, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His fucked out expression, the way his eyes seemed glossed over as he stared at your cunt, the way his brows furrowed when he was close.

You had caught him in a vulnerable moment, you were positive that’s the only reason why he didn’t try and take things over. From experience, you knew it was the guys like him that usually had a lot going on. After that little excursion, you were proven correct once more. Now, even though you were sure he’d never make the move, you wanted to know how mean he could be… in different ways. “Glad you listened to me.” You shamelessly looked him up and down, you had caught him not so subtly doing the same to you moments prior.

“Yeah, Fushiguro cleans up nice, doesn't he?” Yuji hooked his arm with yours, you held back a grin as Megumi’s eyes zeroed in on the movement. “He does, I’m used to the baggy sweats and grandpa loafers.” A loud “hey!” Left Megumi’s lips as both you and Yuji laughed, it was already starting to get on his nerves, Yuji was far too close for comfort yet you didn’t seem to care. “Let’s get going.” He groaned, aching to deter the conversation away from him and maybe get you away from Yuji. “Ugh, lame.” You tugged Yuji along with you as Megumi made his way out of the common room.

“Oh, how are we getting there?” Yuji asked absentmindedly, he nearly forgot that Todo’s campus was across the city. “Bus or subway, whichever you guys have a pass for. I have both.” That was one other thing that reminded Megumi of how badly he missed jujutsu tech, the fact that someone was always there to drive them around. It was a luxury he didn’t realize he had taken for granted. “If you have neither, I can drive, but you’ll pay me gas money.” You laughed as Yuji seemed shocked to hear you had a car on campus.

“I’ll pay you the gas money.” Megumi’s voice was soft, he turned to glance at the surprised look on your face. “Alright, works for me. It’s a good thing I grabbed my keys.” The elevator opened, letting the three of you on as Megumi hit the button for the ground floor. He figured it would be best that transportation was readily available, especially if his plan worked out perfectly. Knowing you, you’d find a way to somehow ruin it without even realizing, that’s why he had backups. “I’m parked right by the building so it saves us the walk.” You were jingling your keys now, excited to show off your prized possession.

Your car was a two door mustang, one you spent a lot of time working on, plus it had more upgrades than you could count at this point. Megumi should have known someone like you would have a car like this, well a car in general he should say. “I call shotgun!” Yuji was bouncing again, just like an excited little kid. “I’m taller and I’m paying the gas money, you’re getting in the back.” The back in question was barely there, Yuji would be lucky if he could even get his legs in. The pout on his face was priceless but he didn’t put up a fight, especially when Megumi glared at him.

“It’s fine, you boys can share.” You were sliding into the driver's seat as you spoke, just a bit jittery at the idea of driving the city. It was part of the reason you had a bus and subway pass, yet you always liked to show off when you could. “You better be a good driver.” Megumi was tightening his seatbelt as your engine roared to life. “I cherish my car more than I cherish your life, so yes, I’m a good driver.” He rolled his eyes, there was the y/n he was used to. Yuji however didn’t seem to catch on to what you said.

“Fuck you.” It was barely above a whisper, you laughed as you pulled out of the lot, not missing a beat you whispered back “You already did.” Megumi had to hold in his reaction, jaw clenching as he turned to look out the window. “Did Todo ask you to bring anything, Yuji?” The pink haired man shook his head, eyes scanning his phone screen. “For once he handled it all himself.” You pulled off of campus and into the city, your anxiety spiking as you pulled up to a red light.

“He’s only like twenty minutes from here, right?” You knew the way by heart but it had been a while. “Yeah.” Silence fell over the car once again, music played quietly, Megumi still hadn’t looked back at you. You glanced back at Yuji who was still distracted by his phone before turning to look at the lights. Carefully, you crept your hand over towards the passenger seat, resting it softly on Megumi’s thigh. You felt him tense beneath you, head turning to look in your direction. You kept a smirk plastered to your face as you drove through the green light.

Megumi was stuck between three options. Asking you what you were doing, pushing your hand off, or leaving it where it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the worry of what Yuji would think if he saw it. “Why?” Was all he could muster as you took another turn. Instead of answering, your hand snuck a little further up his thigh. “You can’t be serious.” Another whisper you didn’t respond to, this time Megumi was the one to glance back at Yuji. As you came to the next red light, you pulled away. “Text Todo and tell him we’ll be there soon.” They were still about 15 minutes away.

Megumi felt disappointment flood him, that disappointment turned to confusion as to why exactly he felt disappointed in the first place. You seemed to think you still had the upper hand, once again he felt annoyance begin to bubble up in his chest. Really, how did he even get roped into this? It was embarrassing the fact that he wanted to fuck you again, this time properly so he could wipe the carefree smirk off your face. “On it… wait turn that up I love this song.” You snorted, turning up the volume so loud Megumi couldn’t even hear himself think. You met his eyes, smiling as his nose scrunched.

“Let’s see how long you last.” You spoke just loud enough for Megumi to hear over the music and Yuji’s terrible singing. “The fuck does that mean?” So maybe you weren’t as clueless as he assumed. “I know you’re dying inside because I’m dragging you to this party.” Or… maybe you were as clueless as he assumed. He just rolled his eyes, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as you turned another corner. Tonight really may kill him if your driving and Yuji’s singing didn’t get to him first… to be honest it just may.

The next fifteen minutes flew by far faster than Megumi would have liked, now you were parking half way down the car lined street of a tucked away university campus in the heart of Tokyo. “People sure do get here early.” You stepped out, pushing your seat up so Yuji could get out. “Those are the ones who panic thinking they’ll miss out.” Megumi’s door shut a moment later, his anxiety spiking as he could already hear the thrumming of music from where he stood. “Ah yes, the newbie party goers. How cute.” You cooed as you locked the doors. “Yeah, Fushiguro will fit riiiight in~” Yuji’s arm hooked around his shoulders before promptly being shoved off.

“Oh I knew it!” Megumi didn’t even get a chance to defend himself as you began to laugh, Yuji had just exposed an embarrassing secret. The number of parties he attended was significantly smaller than the number you and Yuji had. That’s not to say he’s never been… it was more so an every few week thing, rather than every weekend and then some. “Oh fuck off.” He groaned, making his way up the car lined street, leaving the two of you behind. “We gotta get a couple of drinks in him, maybe he’ll loosen up a bit.” You snort as Yuji quickly agrees, chasing after his moody friend.

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It was happening far too fast for his liking. Megumi made the stupid choice of not dropping the annoyed act, not even after he crossed over the threshold of the raging party. He was quickly led to the drink table by Yuji, completely losing sight of you as you got pulled away by a group of old friends. He could still make out Todo’s booming voice over the pounding music, especially when he called your name. Megumi couldn’t see you of course, instead he was being handed shots and other liquors while people tried to talk to him. Maybe it was stupid to think he could get his revenge at a party like this.

The environment overwhelming him was much more your domain than his, and that was saying it lightly. Now he was stumbling towards the backyard, the house far too crowded and far too stuffy to enjoy. The buzz he had going made him feel like the room was spinning, as if a rug was about to be pulled from under him and he couldn’t move fast enough. “Fucking Yuji.” He groaned, slipping past a group of girls that were not so subtly checking him out. Yuji, too, had abandoned him at some point in the night, by now it had to be close to 10pm.

You were just as bad, in the three hours you’d been here, he still couldn’t find you. He hit the grass a moment later, some sort of relief flooding him as the cooler night air met his clammy skin. He felt like a lightweight, months of barely drinking were starting to bite him in the ass. “Y/n… where the fuck are you?” He wasn’t even whispering, the music was still playing on speakers that surrounded a large in-ground pool, no one would pay him any mind anyways. It was just as crowded back here as it was in the house, but at least it was far more spacious. Now all he had to avoid was rouge splashes from the drunken fools.

He found an empty seat, claiming it before someone else could. The stability was enough for him to be able to focus, eyes scanning his surroundings until a familiar face appeared. Yuji was closer to the deep end, hand roughly gripping the concrete edge of the pool. It took Megumi’s foggy mind an extra few seconds to process what he was seeing. Yuji wasn’t alone, not by a long shot. You were with him, arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered in his ear. Nothing could have sobered Megumi faster than that sight. Yuji’s cheeks were flushed, undoubtedly his other arm was wrapped around your waist.

For a moment, Megumi could have sworn he saw red, yet he couldn’t move from the chair he was in. Instead, he watched, suddenly too aware of the world around him yet not at all at the same time. It was like tunnel vision, all he could focus on was the way you were laughing with Yuji. Your hands were playing with the damp strands of pink hair, eyes locked with his as you talked aimlessly about anything, not that Megumi could hear. He watched as you pushed away, dragging Yuji away from the pool’s edge to disappear under the water’s surface together. Megumi felt his heart rate spike, the world starting to spin again as he anxiously waited.

You surfaced a moment later, your laughter reaching him even over the music. That’s when it happened, your lips pressed to Yuji’s with such confidence that he was certain it couldn’t have been the first time you’d done that tonight. You pulled away from Yuji a moment later, watching his eyes open half heartedly as he chased your lips. You missed this feeling, drunk with music pounding all around you and an attractive someone’s hands all over you. Yuji wasn’t his best friend, the one you really wanted was Megumi. For now, his polar opposite best friend would be enough to satisfy your drunken mind.

Or at least that’s what you thought. Suddenly you were looking up at the man in question, his eyes full of hatred as he stared at the two of you. “Yooooo Fushiguroooo!” Yuji, clueless as ever, just smiled dopely at his best friend. He didn’t respond, he didn’t even look at him. Instead his eyes were focused on you, it was enough to send a flurry of butterflies swarming around your insides. “Get out of the pool.” You watched his jaw clench, his hands were balled into fists, as if he was daring you to try and defy him. You felt laughter bubbling in your chest, your little Megumi was trying so hard to be intimidating.

“Why? I’m having fun.” You pulled Yuji a little closer, chest pressing to him as you smirked up at Megumi. “Get the fuck out of the pool.” He repeated, throat bobbing as he swallowed. For once he didn’t care if anyone was paying attention to him, he didn’t care if he made a fool out of himself, he was getting you out of that pool. He was getting you away from Yuji. You tilted your head, a smile tugging up your lips in a way that Megumi would have found sweet if it weren’t for the look in your eyes. “Is something bothering you?” Your hands were grabbing at Yuji’s face, the poor boy was too far gone to really pay attention to you and Megumi’s conversation.

You pressed your lips to his again, a kiss Yuji greedily accepted. Your hands traveled to bury in his wet hair, legs wrapping around his waist. He was taller than you, his feet could still reach the bottom whereas you were struggling. One eye peaked open, aiming to gauge Megumi’s reaction. Instead you were left hanging, the man in question was no longer by the pool’s edge. You parted from Yuji out of shock, he wasn’t even bothered, instead he began kissing your neck. You tried to look around, figure out where he could have disappeared to in such a short time.

Instead all you saw was drunk party goers doing an stay of things like dancing, laughing, low key fucking… you stopped the moment a second pair of arms met your waist. You tried to whirl around and look but you couldn’t, you didn’t need to really. You knew who it was the second their chest met your back. “D-did you really…?” Megumi had jumped in the pool, fully clothed. You were in for it now. He was quiet, not so gently tugging you away from Yuji. To his dismay, the pink haired man had already managed to leave a hickey on your neck. “Yo… Fushiguro? Whatta you doin?” His speech was slurring yet he let go of you easily, allowing Megumi to drag you through the water and towards the edge.

“None of your business.” It was quiet and full of anger, you just shrugged at Yuji as you were pulled away. “Am I still getting a ride home?” You shrugged again, yelping as Megumi forced you up the ladder first. “Fuck Fushiguro! Chill the fuck out.” You stumbled onto the concrete, apologizing half heartedly to anyone you bumped into. Megumi didn’t respond, instead he pulled himself out a moment after you, hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you away. “What the fuck is your problem?” Megumi was making a beeline for the pool house, tucked away in the corner of the large backyard.

“Oh now you aren’t going to answer me? Fucking Christ Fushiguro! If you wanna leave that badly call a fucking uber or something. I’m not driving either of us back to campus soaking wet, you jumping in the pool was your own damn fault! And you know what? How fucking dare you pull me away from Yuji!” His grip grew tighter, so much so that you nearly yelped. “Answer me you ass!” You no longer felt the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, now, nothing but anger was left in its wake. “I can’t believe this! Really! I shouldn’t have even asked you to come. I should have just taken Yuji.”

You were about to continue your ranting but Megumi had you tucked away and out of sight, your back pressed harshly to the wooden exterior of the pool house. “If you would just quit bitching for five fucking seconds and let me fucking talk.” His face was inches from yours, hands now pressed to the wall caging in your head. “You are fucking unbearable. Seriously. I can’t fucking stand you.” You scoffed as he drew out each word, as if he was talking to a child. “I can’t fucking stand you either bozo. If you dragged me over here like some creep just to berate me, I’m fucking leaving your ass here.”

You tried to duck under his arm, instead he lowered it, body moving closer until you were really trapped. “I wasn’t fucking finished.” You swallowed, lips pressing together in a tight line. He was close, too close even. You found it hard not to think back on what you had done earlier in the day, something that felt like it occurred decades ago at this point. “You have been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass for months now. You love to fucking piss me off, you know just how to get under my fucking skin. Honestly it’s impressive at this point.” He paused, eyes trailing over your unreadable expression.

“Then you to and fuck youself using my cock. You acted so fucking smug, like it was the easiest thing in the word for you to get on that couch and stuff yourself full of me. It fucking pisses me off. You are all I’ve been able to fucking think about, and then I find you with Yuji.” You were frozen, not expecting his berating to take the turn you had been hoping it would. “Does it bother you? Does it bother you I would have fucked your best friend if you didn’t interrupt?” He moved closer, your mind shutting down for a moment when you felt something hard press to your hip. “Does it feel like it bothered me?”

You swallowed, eyes shifting between his face and somewhere behind him. You suddenly lost the confidence to maintain eye contact with him. “Well?” He sounded a bit calmer, still waiting for you to reply. He took your silence as an opportunity to finally look at your bathing suit, which had been teasing him since you left the dorms. It was a two piece, a stringy top clinging to your chest with a pair of bottoms that hugged you perfectly. It flattered you in every possible way, for a moment Megumi almost forgot why he was so pissed off to begin with.

There was something about you that made him feel so… pliant. Like he would be putty in your hands the second you showed any signs of reciprocation. “Fushiguro…” you weren’t sure what to say, your voice hesitant for once while talking to him. You knew what you wanted, you could feel what he wanted, yet you were still waiting for him to take control. You didn’t necessarily want to answer him, you wanted him to act on his own accord. “Do whatever you want.” There was a small bite in your tone, one that made a smile pull at your lips. At least there was a teeny bit of attitude left in you.

Those were dangerous words for Megumi to hear, a low groan slipping past his lips as his head fell. With his face falling from view, it gave you a second to catch your breath, for a split second you were able to ignore how close his body was. As his head raised to meet you, another thought crossed your mind. Everything had been such a whirlwind up until this very second, so much so that you had neglected to fully appreciate Megumi with his hair down. His black hair was dripping wet, plastered to his forehead in some places. Despite that, it was already beginning to stick up again in other areas.

Maybe that really was the way his hair naturally sat.

“Say it again.” He murmured, the bite in his voice gone for that brief second. “Say what?” You knew what he wanted, yet you still couldn’t let him have his way, always needing to find a way and make it difficult. “You know what.” There it was, that angry tone that made butterflies whirl around your body. “Do whatever you want, Megumi.” You drew out the end of his name, tensely anticipating what he’d do because of it. Softly, just barely audible you heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like “fuck it.” You couldn’t process it for long, his lips crashed against your’s with so much force your head hit the wall behind you.

A strangled yelp died on your lips as Megumi consumed it. Your hands reached up to plant themselves on his wet chest, nails digging into the damp material to pull him even closer. A larger hand came up to grab the back of your neck, the other reaching for your waist as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You groaned, mouth parting to easily welcome his tongue. You hoped no one was drunk enough to stumble back this way, your whole body feeling as if it was lit on fire as Megumi pressed you up against the wall behind you. It felt as if you were trying to consume each other from the inside out.

You tug until the material begins to strain under your touch, only then do his hands leave you to pull the garment off of him. You wanted to pull away, appreciate his fully bare torso rather than the little sliver you got back in the common room. Megumi, however, wouldn’t let your lips leave his, only satisfying your urges by pressing his body fully against yours again. His skin was hot to the touch, still damp from jumping in the pool. You moaned, hands roaming over every inch you could touch while shivers passed through his broad frame. You pulled away reluctantly, gasping for air as Megumi’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, aiming to pull your lips back to his.

“Fuck… Lemme breathe.” Your chest heaving against his as he mumbled an apology. It was quiet, save for the pounding music further up the yard, right now it felt as if that party was miles away. “Are you okay with this? Here? It’ll be kind of tricky.” Your nails were scraping his hips, a look of pure lust passing over his face as he squirmed under your touch. “Does the pool house… have anything? Or is it just equipment.” He was staring at your lips as he spoke, hands still cupping your face. “I-I don’t remember… but there has to be something in there we can use…” he was on you again, lips meeting yours as his hands left your face and moved to your ass.

You squealed as he hauled you upwards, finding it hard to miss the smirk on his face. “A warning would help.” Your lips were back on his before he could even respond, nails scraping up his shoulders. You gasped, pulling away from him as your back left the wall, lips moving to suction to his neck as he quickly carried you around to the front of the pool house. You knew it was getting to him, your teeth sinking into the sensitive junction where his shoulder met his neck. “Fuck.” He missed the doorknob first go, hand fumbling to grab it a second time and shove it open. “So eager.” You teased as he kicked the door shut behind him. “Looks like it’s our lucky day.”

You pulled away from his neck, turning to survey the dark room. It seems they had turned it into a guest house rather than a pool storage area. There was a bed, a dresser and a TV on the wall. On the other end there was a large pool table. Pool supplies and equipment were shoved in the corner. “Damn, you’re right.” You deadpanned, lips moving back to bite his earlobe. He groaned, nails digging into your flesh as he made a beeline for the sizable bed. You were dropped unceremoniously down onto the soft comforter, your damp bathing suit already making a mark. It didn’t take long for Megumi to crawl over you, knees planting firmly between your thighs.

There was a moment of silence, the dull thrum of music playing just beyond the walls. Megumi’s lips pressed to yours again, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he moved to tug your bathing suit top off. Your nails dug into his shoulders, scrapping upwards in hopes of leaving marks while arching your back enough for him to pull the knot loose. Megumi pulled away the moment he felt the strings come loose, one aching thought had been desperately wanting to see your breasts. “Stop fucking pulling away.” You held back a smirk as your top was tossed off to the side, watching as Megumi’s eyes drank in every inch of skin.

“Shut up.” he mumbled a delayed response as his lips descended on your chest. You held in a shaky gasp, relishing in the feeling of his swollen lips against your skin. A large hand came up to massage the soft flesh while the other was lavished under his tongue. You buried a hand in his hair, tugging softly as he rolled the pebbled skin between two fingers. Heat pooled in your gut the longer he toyed with your breasts, “fuck… these are so cute.” he licked up your sternum, teeth scraping your collarbone as he moved to return the favor by biting your ear. “Megumi…” your chest was heaving, waiting for him to do more.

He glanced at your flushed face, lips parted as if silently begging him for more. Your chest was glistening with his saliva, dark bruises forming sporadically on your breasts. “Hmm?” he hummed, hands coming down to hook under your knees and push them upwards. “What do you want?” he murmured as he took your earlobe in his mouth, hips lowering to press against yours with his new angle. “More… want you… inside.” your hips jolted to meet his, the smallest bit of relief washing through you as you met his sloppy thrusts. “Mmm I’ve already been inside though…” he stopped rolling his hips, pressing himself tightly to your aching cunt. “Want you…inside again…”

You felt drunk off his touch, the alcohol in your system felt like nothing compared to the way he was making you feel. “Is that so? I was thinking of something else honestly…” he pushed himself back up, admiring you for a moment as he got off the bed. You pushed yourself up, using your elbows for balance as you watched Megumi get on his knees. “Do you mind?” he was already hooking a slim finger under the band of your bathing suit bottoms. “N-not at all.” You couldn’t bear the eye contact, choosing to lay flat on your back as Megumi exposed your cunt for a second time. You tried to slow your breathing, hands twitching to grab the comforter below you.

You waited, eyes peeking open when Megumi still hadn’t done anything. “What are you…” he laughed softly, hands spreading your thighs further apart. “Just looking… now do me a favor.” He pushed upwards a bit so you could make better eye contact. “Keep these spread nice and wide for me. If you even try to close them I’ll walk out and leave you here with no clothes.” You let your head fall back in order to keep him from seeing you roll your eyes. “Yeah yeah I got it-“ you gasped as a harsh slap made your thighs shake. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes.” you nodded, a hand slapping over your mouth in an attempt to hide how it made you feel, his low chuckle told you it didn’t help.

You braced yourself as his hands left your thighs, two fingers roughly spreading you open. Megumi’s fingers trailed between your slick folds, collecting your arousal before spitting on his fingers, plunging two of them knuckle deep with no warning a moment later. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, back arching as he scissored you roughly. His mouth met your clit a second later, licking in time with the way his fingers spread inside of you. Instead of thrusting them in and out, he began massaging them in different areas, clearly looking for something. You kept your thighs spread as he asked, hands gripping the comforter tightly as you forced your hips not to jerk. Your head flew back, a loud cry leaving your lips as he found what he was looking for.

“There we go…” his mouth was back on your clit a moment later, two fingers massaging the spongy part of your walls. You felt breathless, a whine leaving your lips with every exhale. Megumi loved every second, your cunt coating his fingers in your warm arousal as he kept abusing your g-spot. Slowly, his hand lowered to palm himself through his pants, fingers fumbling to pull the wet material open so he could properly relieve his tension. He freed his aching cock, hand wrapping around his length to sloppily pump himself. “Megumi…” you mewled, hand shooting down to grab a fistful of his hair to keep him in place as your orgasm crept up on you.

He didn't fight back, eager to feel you cum around his fingers as he chased his own release. “Megumi fuck! Please…please” you pant, eyes squeezing shut as you begged for him to not leave you hanging. Megumi groaned against your cunt, panting as his tongue struggled to maintain a steady pace, his own release creeping up faster than he would have liked. Evey circle of his fingers made it feel as if you were about to burst open and make an absolute mess of the sheets below you. Instead of stopping him, you let it happen, aching to feel your cunt clench and gush around his fingers. Megumi focused his attention on his head, thumb brushing over his slit and hips jerking as he overstimulated himself.

You wailed his name as your orgasm crashed down on you, warm liquid rushing down your cunt and thighs, staining the sheets below you as you fought to keep from screaming. Your reaction alone was enough to have Megumi spilling into his fist as he worked you through your own release. He wasn’t done with you yet, pulling his fingers out of your tight heat as he stood to properly discard his bottoms. “M-Megumi please gimme… gimme a second… w-wait wait…” he was plunging himself into your already sensitive cunt, tears burning your eyes as you had no time to breathe. “Fuck!” you squirmed as his length split you open.

“You don’t get any mercy, you didn’t show me any.” his mouth was against your ear, his hands pushing your thighs towards your chest, successfully trapping you in a mating press. “Y-your just mad… I…” you lost your train of thought, not able to form a coherent sentence as Megumi’s hips drew backwards and slammed forward again. “Don’t give me shit when you got your pussy stuffed full of me.” your head turned to the side, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Megumi chuckled at your embarrassment, finding satisfaction in the way you couldn’t look at him.

Megumi didn’t care how overstimulated he got, he was already addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him so tightly. “You look so— fuck—- fucking pretty when you cry.” You hadn’t realized you had been crying until he said something, eyes fluttering open with wet lashes. Your hands found stability in his hair once again, tugging on the strands until his lips met yours in a salty kiss. He whined, tongue lapping your mouth so you could taste your own arousal mixed with his saliva. That familiar tension was building in your gut tenfold, overly sensitive from your first release. “M-Megumi… please don’t… don’t cum in me this time.” You were positive you’d get pregnant if he were to cum in you twice in the same day.

“Oh don’t worry…” he had something else in mind, he could control himself enough to see it through. Megumi’s hand snuck down between your bodies, fingers finding your puffy clit to rub it harshly. You mewled, throat hoarse from the amount of times you’d said his name. “Come on… wanna feel your pretty pussy squeeze me tight again, been thinkin ‘bout it ever since.” He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth sucking it before letting it go again. You gasped, your second orgasm more intense than the first as your walls sputtered around his aching length. “Good girl…” he cooed, hips pistoning into you as your orgasm fizzled out. He wasn’t too far behind you, a few more thrusts until he was yanking himself back out.

“Squeeze these together.” He tapped your breasts as he kneeled, pulling your aching thighs down so he could straddle you instead. You did as you were told, eyes heavy as you blindly followed his instructions. Megumi pumped himself steadily, brows furrowing in the effort to keep himself from coming just yet. He placed the tip of his cock between your breasts, giving it a tentative press forward before pulling back. You whined, understanding his intentions as you squeezed your breasts together a little tighter. “Cum on me.” You mumbled, hazy eyes meeting his. “Fucking… don’t say that shit so causally..” he picked up his pace without realizing.

“Megumi~ please cum on me.” You repeated, mouth parting slightly so your tongue could slip out. The sensitive head of his cock met your warm tongue with every thrust forward, it was enough to have him double over, stars clouding his vision as his release spurted over your face and chest. You collected the little you could on your tongue, swallowing it as he stared down at you with a shocked expression. “Thank you.” You mumbled sleepily, not caring about the sticky mess that you had no way to clean. “Fuck…” he gasped, body giving out and collapsing beside you, careful to avoid the mess he left on you.

“Wanna do it again?” You had no energy, not even enough to lift your head. There was, however, something funny about the way you could feel Megumi’s body tense despite not being close enough to touch. “Fuck… give me a few minutes, yeah?” Oh. You blinked, head flopping lazily to the side to look at his sweaty form. “Well you’ll have to clean me up first, if you really wanna go again you’ll be doing all the work.” You were struggling to keep your eyes open, not expecting to hear the pool house door open a moment later.

“Fushiguro? Your shirt was outside are you…” any ounce of exhaustion in Megumi’s body left him the moment Yuji drunkenly stumbled inside. You gasped, curling in on yourself to try and shield your body from his view. Megumi was on top of you a second later, covering your body with his. “What the fuck Itadori?” He barked, angrier than he had ever sounded towards his best friend. Yuji was too many drinks to count, but it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. “What the fuck me? What the fuck, you! Really bro?”

He dropped his shirt on the ground, suddenly getting defensive. “Get the fuck out, I’m not discussing shit with you, Itadori. Not right now.” The pink haired man didn’t seem to like that, face flushing with anger. “Oh get over yourself! You said you fucking hated her! Now I find you naked in bed with her? You knew I fucking liked her!” Yuji had no issues with Megumi pursuing you until you were all over him in that pool. Maybe he really was too drunk to have this conversation but betrayal was creeping its way up his chest. “Itadori, get out.” Megumi remained calm, feeling you tense under him at Yuji’s words.

He stared, unsure what to do. He glanced at you, just hidden from sight and knew for your sake it would be best for him to leave. So he did, shaking his head as he slammed the door behind him. “Can we just stay here tonight?” You mumbled after a moment of silence passed. “Yeah… we’ll deal with that… later.” Megumi got up, walking over to lock the door like he should have done in the first place. “I don’t think anyone will notice if we just spend the rest of the night here.” He stumbled back to the bed, laughing as you looked him up and down. “You still need to clean me up.” It was starting to turn sticky on your skin.

“That’s a personal problem for you to fix…” a pillow thrown at him was enough to have him collapsing on top of you, lips crashing messily to yours. “Fine… since I don’t want to listen to your bitching.” You rolled your eyes, kissing him again before pulling away. “Isn’t my bitching what got us here in the first place?” This time, Megumi rolled his eyes. “Maybe it was…”

Part 2? Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated 💞 - May

[cowboyb1ues]

if you haven't got any ideas yet maybe something like you put together a birthday party for him? while he's away and he got no clue and it can be in his house and it's just his closest friends and family and it's all fluffy and cute and smutty if you want and then in the end he's asking you to move in or something because 'you're always here anyway sneaking around' idk

Birthday bash

Thank you lovely anon for feeding my poor brain😫 I hope this does your idea justice, but it's a bit rushed and small since i didn't have a lot of time. Anyway, my mind is too fried to write smut so it's just fluff but that never hurt anyone, right? also it’s a bit different from my usual writing style (at least in my head) so let me know if it’s trash lol.

Celebrating Mason's birthday with the ones that mean the most to him and him asking a question he’s been dying to ask.

Mason Mount x fem!reader (2.7k)

My masterlist :)

Despite the many people filling the big house, there was not a sound to be heard from the outside when Mason pulled up to the empty driveway. He sighed when he turned off the car and just sat back in the driver’s seat, his mother’s voice echoing through the car as she continued to talk about some nonsense TV show his dad had recently become obsessed with.

The day had been long; training had dragged on longer than he had anticipated and the January cold had settled in his bones during the many hours of running around.

When he had finally been able to get home he had smiled at how you had let yourself into his house while he had been gone. You had been buried neck deep in books and essay plans, merely sparing him a glance and a small sweet kiss before turning back to the mess on the dinner table.

When you had finally finished with your work for the day you had found him hiding out in his game room, hoodie pulled over his head while he sat and almost robotically played a game on his computer.

You had leaned down over the chair and had wrapped your arms around his shoulders and awkwardly buried your head in the crook of his hoodie covered shoulder while mumbling a gentle ‘happy birthday’ accompanied by a series of soft kisses against the base of his throat.

He had opened his arms and you were quick to settle yourself in his lap with your arms still around his shoulders. He mindlessly continued to play his game with his head resting against yours as you quietly talked about your day.

He told you about training and the sweet video Jaz had sent of Summer singing a questionable version of Happy Birthday, while you told him about the assignment you had to hand in over the next couple of days.

When it had become time for dinner you had looked oh so sweetly up at him, the look that almost effectively thawed up his still frozen body, and had asked if he could go to the store and pick up the missing ingredients for his favourite dinner that you had decided to make.

With a parting kiss and a gentle tap to your jean clad hip he had slipped out of the front door and had made his way to the nearest grocery store. As if it had all been timed, his mother had called him when he was about halfway home again. He knew how much she adored talking on the phone, him and his siblings often joking about it being one of her favourite hobbies, so he wasn’t exactly surprised when the phone call dragged out way longer than it needed to be. 

The conversation had started with the obvious birthday wishes and then it had wandered over to how you were doing, to a thing Summer did when she had visited the last time and had now finally landed on his mother’s irritation with his father’s choice in media entertainment.

As she continued he casted his eyes up to the bedroom window where a soft warm light was gleaming. He could just imagine you trudging around waiting for him to come home so you could dress him up in that apron you had gotten him as a joke for Christmas and have him assist you as you cooked.

As much as he loved his mum, all he really wanted to do was to eat a nice hot meal with you and then finally get to open that present that you had been hiding from him since he had been too busy to open it this morning.

He was about to interrupt his mother and tell her that he needed to go when she broke the conversation herself.

“Oh honey, I have to go but I’ll see you soon, yeah?” she said with an awfully gleeful tone, and if Mason had had the senses to look away from the bedroom window where he was picturing you in one of his old sweatshirts he might have seen her take a quick glance out of the window by the front door.

“Yeah, of course,” he hummed when he finally blinked himself out of his reveries and gathered the tote bag that you forced him to take with him every time he went shopping. “Y/N and I are thinking about dropping down next weekend.”

He opened the car and stepped out in the chilling evening with his phone now balanced between his ear and raised shoulder as he slammed the car door and locked the car.

“That would be lovely,” Debbie giggled and made Mason’s eyebrows furrow lightly at the unexpected sound.

The sound of his trainers crunching over the gravel was the only thing to be heard other than his farewell to his mother as he hung up the phone and placed it back in the pocket of his joggers.

He scratched his nose with closed eyes as he opened the heavy front door, all the lighting turned off until he opened his eyes again.

He blinked as all the light turned on with the sound of a plethora of different voices crying out happy birthday. 

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. His parents and siblings stood with bright smiles amongst his friends and teammates from both the England team and from Chelsea and some of his other friends, new and old.

But slightly off centre stood you.

You with a sweet smile on your lips with your hands clasped together in front of your chest.

You with that pretty shirt that he loves so much because of how it makes your eyes shine and gleam.

You with the necklace he had given you a while back around your neck, the one you refused to take off unless extremely necessary.

Just you.

He let the totebag drop to his feet, completely disregarding any of the contents as he gave you a small smile that held every love declaration he had ever given you.

He was only drawn away from you when he saw a little figure tumble her way across the tiled floor and run into his legs. He looked down and saw Summer look up at him with a bright smile and the eyes that you continuously told him looked just like a mirrored image of his. 

He reached down to scoop her up as the crowd of people started to make their way over to him with his niece in his arms. He was given kisses on cheeks and shoulder claps and half armed hugs as he made his way through friends and family until he finally made his way to the back where you were cautiously hanging around.

He had returned Summer back to Jaz with a gentle kiss on the cheek and a promise to play with her a little later before he finally had the chance to wrap his arms around you.

His nose buried itself deep in your hair and breathed in the comforting scent he had become so used to being engraved into his sheets as well as his life. The soft material of your shirt was clasped tightly in his fist as he held you tightly, determined to make the hug last for the small forever he could have with you in that moment.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you raised yourself to your tippy toes as the party guests started to mingle around. Your warm skin was a welcomed feeling against his still chill one and he just buried his head deeper into your shoulder as he started to sway you both from side to side.

“I love you so much Mase,” you whispered in his ear, like it was a secret that was for only him to know. One of your hands came to rest on his stubbled cheek as you pressed a kiss to the other, your lips bringing a fire of pinks to his cheekbones.

“I love you more,” he mumbled into your skin before pressing a delicate kiss against it. He pulled his face away from your neck to look down at you.

His arms were still firmly wrapped around you when he leaned down to press a loving kiss to your lips. He felt you start to laugh softly against his lips and a smile formed on his as well when he heard whistles and shouts of ‘get a room!’ being directed at the pair of you.

“You planned all of this?” he asked with a small voice when he pulled his face away from yours.

You shrugged your shoulders a bit, letting your arms fall to rest your palms against his chest and rub your fingers over the material of his hoodie.

“Dec and Ben helped,” you said with that sugar sweet voice that was purely reserved for moments like this. Moments where words would simply not be able to express how much you adored the man that stood in front of you.

“You’re amazing,” he laughed along with you when he finally pulled his eyes away from yours to take in the decorations that littered the room.

There was a crooked banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons in different arrays of colours and sizes were tied to the staircase and some of the lamps. There was music playing at a low volume from somewhere near and you could hear the guests starting to make their way through the food prepared in the kitchen.

“Bro,” a voice burst the bubble you had found yourself in as you saw Declan make his way over the interlinked pair of you. “I blew up half of the balloons, I think I deserve some recognition as well.”

You just simultaneously rolled your eyes at Mason’s best friend, reluctantly pulling apart until it was only your hands that were intertwined.

“I will as soon as you look as pretty as her,” at Mason’s comment you groaned and hid your face in the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the feeling of your blush heating his skin even through the piece of clothing.

Declan just faked a gag before slipping a party hat on each of your heads, the pointy hats sitting crooked and dented.

You just gave a little laugh as Mason turned back to you when Declan left to give someone else a cheap party hat.

“You still look cute,” you assured him before giving him a small kiss to send him on his way around the room to talk to all of the people who had come to celebrate him.

The rest of the evening passed just as you had hoped. Mason was surrounded by those he loved the most and who loved him beyond measure. He opened his presents and had Summer help him blow out the candles on the cake you had made while you watched with love swimming in your veins.

The party had started to quiet down the closer the clock came to midnight. Jaz and her husband had carried a sleeping Summer with crumbs around her mouth to the car after giving you goodbye kisses and his parents had left shortly after.

As you stood in the kitchen and started the task of cleaning some of the dishes you smiled to yourself as you listened to the sound of your boyfriend talking and laughing with his friends in the living room.

You were so engrossed in the task of filling the dishwasher when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Leave them,” you felt rather than heard him mumble against your temple as he squeezed you tight.

“You’ll get ants,” you disregarded him and continued to load in the empty plates.

“I think I’ll survive,” he said as he turned you around and effectively trapped you against the counter.

You shook your head at him and took his face between your hands and brought his lips down to meet yours in a small peck.

“How did you pull this off?” he asked with his lips hovering over you, desperate for the sweet blend of cake and rosé on your lips.

“Wasn’t easy,” you huffed and lifted yourself up so that you sat on the counter and he could settle himself between your legs. “Ben and Dec were a good help, but I swear I thought your mum was gonna spoil it in that phone call.”

It was as if a lightbulb went off and he looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You made her drag it out?”

You just giggled and nodded your head at his lightly dumbfounded expression while you held on to his forearms. “Yeah, we had to make sure everything was in place before you came in.”

He dropped his head and let a laugh slip past his lips. “I felt like my brain was melting when she started talking about that TV show.”

You threw your head back with a laugh that mixed with those of his friends’ that were sitting in the living room. He straightened up slightly and ran his hands up and down your thighs and sighed softly around a small smile. “Thank you for the present by the way.”

You had gotten him a watch he had been looking at for a while, one that had miraculously managed to be within your price range and you had gone through the trouble of having ‘happy birthday my love’ engraved on the back of it.

It was already firmly in place on his wrist and he was sure it wouldn’t be removed unless it was extremely necessary.

“You’re very welcome,” you smiled up at him.

He took a moment to look into your shining eyes, the wine blush on your cheeks and the screwed party hat that still sat on top of your head. He let the feeling of overwhelming adoration wash over him; like your love was the storming waves and he was the man desperate to be carried out and drown at sea.

He wanted your love to consume him every day, at every hour. He wanted you to complain about him having the volume up to loud when he was gaming. He wanted you to sit on the counter and talk to him about your shitty professor while he made dinner. He wanted your hair spread out over the pillows in the morning. He wanted your books and plants to fill every crevice of his being that he hadn’t known existed until he met you. He wanted you to kiss away the bad days and to do the same with yours.

He wanted you. Right here, sitting with glazed eyes and smudged lipstick, he wanted you.

“Will you move in with me?” he asked softly, honey eyes deep enough for you to slowly sink deeper and deeper until there was nothing but him.

“Pardon?” you whispered, hands becoming limp on his arms.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said with a small nervus smile twisting his lips. “You’re already pretty good at sneaking around here anyway apparently.”

You just laughed at his jab and shook your head slightly while tilting your head down so he couldn’t see your eyes.

He knocked his forehead against his while he waited for his answer, heart thudding away at an imaginable speed.

“Are you sure?” you mumbled at last, almost drowned out by a loud shriek from the room next door. “Are you sure you want me?”

You tilted your head up so you could look into his eyes with his forehead still pressed against yours. 

You both laughed softly at how your noses bumped and how the features of the other became blurred from the close proximity.

“Of course,” he said with no hesitation and nuzzled his nose against yours to get a laugh out of you. “I want all of you, the good and the bad.”

You just smiled brightly and brought one of your hands up to the back of his neck so you could pull him into a deep kiss, one that consisted of tongue and teeth and laughter.

“Then yes Mason Mount,” you mumbled against his lips, “I would love to move in with you.”

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Movie Nights (Sam x Virgin! Reader Smut)

Anon request: Can you write a Sam Winchester smut where it's the readers first time and he's really sweet? :)

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral receiving, mention of near character death, losing of virginity

My head rests on my boyfriend of 3 years' toned chest. his arm is wrapped around me with his hand drawing circles on my hip. the other hand was playing with my hair. we were both watching a movie like we tried to do once every week when the dreaded scene came up. I heard that there was a sex scene in this movie, and I tried to pick another movie this week but Sam insisted on this one. I covered my eyes with my hands, a light blush crossing my face.

"What's wrong?" he chuckled teasingly, knowing that I was uncomfortable with the scene.

"I'm uncomfortable with this scene." I huffed out.

"is that why we haven't done anything yet?" he tipped my head back to look at my face. my hands slipped off my face at the action, remaining in the place my face once was. his face held a smirk, and his eyes held somewhat of a disappointment.

"Kind of, I'm sorry if I waited too long I just-"

"You don't need to apologize," he cut me off laughing, "I don't mind, as long as you aren't cheating on me and still love me." he moved his hand to my arm, drawing circles.

"I will always love you, it's just..." I trailed I looked back down at my hands that now fiddled with the thin blanket covering us both.

"Just what?" he paused the movie.

"I haven't done anything like that, so what if you leave me cause I won't be pure anymore?" I rambled losing track of what I was saying at the end. I never meant for that side of my thought process out because even I knew it was stupid.

"That's probably one of the stupidest things that I ever heard come out of your mouth." he laughed at me for what felt like the millionth time this night. "You know I love you to the moon and back, I would never leave you for something so stupid you know." I looked up at him to see that dorky smile of his.

"I know, I just think too much." I smiled back.

"But when you're ready is up to you, ill wait for the rest of eternity if I have to."

~~~~~~~~~~

Another hunt another near-death experience. this hunt was different though, instead of the normal feeling of almost dying but not actually almost dying there were massive injuries that could lead to death. luckily Cass had gotten his grace back in time to heal Sam after a vengeful spirit shot a steel pole through his side.

we all slumped into the bunker, except for Cass as he had the stuff to do regarding Heaven, going straight to our rooms. my mind had gone for a roller coaster of emotions today, I was just happy to see Sam was still alive and well.

Sam put his stuff on our bed and stretched, his shirt riding up a little showing his lightly toned abs and slightly sunkissed skin. a blush dusted over my face from cheek to cheek.

"Do you wanna pick out a movie?" he spoke, driving me out of my trance-like state.

"Huh? Aren't you tired?" I asked surprisingly.

"Not really, might be a side effect from getting healed by an angel I guess."

"Ok then, yeah sure!" I might have gone a little bit too excited but he seemed to not notice as he left the room saying that he was going to get a glass of water.

I picked the movie Two Weeks Notice because the description seemed a little dumb. I put the movie on but paused on the opening screen. I looked to the door upon hearing it open and saw Sammy with 2 glasses of water.

"So what is it today?" he sets the glasses down on his bedside table.

"Two Weeks Notice." I heard him groan.

"You couldn't pick something better?" he smiled.

"It sounded dumb and boring," I explained simply. I hit the play button and pulled the covers over my body, and following my actions was none other than my lover. he wrapped his arm around my shoulders rubbing it as the movie played in front of us. as soon as I felt his touch against my soft skin, an unfamiliar sensation arose in between my legs, a sort of wetness. almost like I spilled water there. I rubbed my legs together hoping it would go away, but it seemed to only make it worse.

"Are you okay?" he asked upon noticing me shifting uncomfortably.

"Mmhmm." I hummed back a response. I rested my head on his air-clad chest, listening to his heartbeat while my hand rested on his stomach.  it wasn't long before sinful thoughts flooded my head. scenarios of him doing this to me that I can't put into words. I knew that my body wants nothing more than for something, anything to be inside me, and I knew I did too.  I heard him pick up his water and drink from it. something about watching his throat bob as he drank the water made my situation much worse.

"I think I'm ready," I said flatly, watching as he choked on his water, causing me to jump up and pat his back as he coughed the water out.

"You can't say that when I'm drinking," he said hoarsely.

"sorry" I mumbled rubbing his back. he looked up at me with a look I hadn't seen in his eyes. he brought his hand up to my cheek.

"Why now?" he asked voice still a tad bit hoarse, he looked down at me while his hand stroked my hair.

"I just realized how much I love you," I wrapped my arms around his neck tighter, pulling my face closer to his. "And I wanna spend some quality time with you." I softly purred into his ear.

"Are you sure?"

"mmhmm." I hummed before he kissed me. it wasn't with hunger but sweet; a kiss filled with love. his soft callused hand caressing my cheek before adjusting himself to where he was above me. I was pressed against the bed as his other hand has moved to the small of my back, keeping me up. he slowly dipped me onto the bed, his plush lips pressing a little bit harder against my own. own lips meshed together on their own, like puzzle pieces, we were made for each other.

My eyes opened once I felt his lips move from mine to my jawline. I felt his teeth graze some parts of my skin while he slowly made his way down to my neck. it was when his soft plush lips touched a sensitive part of my neck that my eyes fluttered shut and a breathy moan escapes my lips. I feel him chuckle against the skin of my neck, causing vibrations to ripple through me.

He nibbles on the sensitive skin of my neck, causing a louder moan to escape my lips. it was embarrassing to moan in front of him but at the moment I don't care. he continues to abuse that spot just below my jaw until he looks at me again.

"Are you sure?" his voice was sweet with a hint of lust tied in.

"More than," I responded, my voice soft and my mind clouded in pure bliss. I felt his fingertips slip under the hem of my shirt, I saw him look up at me for consent, which I gave him through a nod.  he hooked the tips of his long digits under my shirt, and in one swift movement, it is off my body and on the floor. the cold air hits my exposed torso, and Sam's hands go to the side of my waist. he kisses a trail from my neck to my chest, kissing in between my breasts and to my stomach.

Once he reaches my shorts, he hooks his fingers under the waistband and looks back up at me. I nod knowing that my body and I needed this feeling now or I might just die. my shorts slid off, I blushed at the thought of him seeing me naked. it wouldn't be the first time as we have been dating for years, so walking in on each other naked was unavoidable.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear, his fingers sliding under the elastic and slipping them off. his fingers glid to the inside of my thighs, I watched as he slides his hand closer and closer to my dripping heat. the pool in between my legs getting bigger and bigger, begging for some form of contact. I felt his finger ghost about my slit, my slick making it easy as hell to move. "You're so wet for me huh, baby?" he smirked at me. "Are you sure?" he asked one more time. I nodded as the answer, not being able to form words as all that will come out is a moan. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" I nodded, and with that, he slid a digit into me. Upon this action, a long soft moan escaped my lips.

The feeling was new and foreign to me, nothing had ever gone up before now. pure bliss is all I felt when he started to move his finger inside of me.

"You're so tight you know." his eyes watched me fall apart, I blushed at the comment to which he chuckled at my action. I felt another one of his long digits enter me, making my neck arch. he started to move his fingers faster. when I felt them curl inside me, my whole body arched and a moan a bit louder escaped past my lips. he soon hit a spot in me that made a knot form in my stomach. he pulled his fingers out of me, and I saw his face get closer to my heat.

I felt a gust of wind blow at my throbbing womanhood. I felt his tongue lick the outside of my hole before entering me, my hands fly to his head without any thought. a loud moan escaped my lips. the feeling of his thick wet tongue entering and exiting me floods my body with pleasure. the knot in my stomach grows more and more until it becomes too much for me to handle and it goes away.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his head lifting from in between my legs. I nod violently knowing what will happen next. he reaches into the drawer of his nightstand and grabs a foil square from a box. he reached down to his sweats where I noticed a large bulge that I failed to notice before. he swiftly took his sweats off and soon after his boxers too.

His shaft sprung free and the pre-lubed latex covered it. he pulled me close, kissing me softly as I felt his tool poke at my wet folds. his soft lips he used as a distraction as he pushed into me. I felt a slight stretch but no pain like I was told I would have.

(Your hymen doesn't have to break ladies!!!)

He almost pulled all the way out of me but pushed back in slowly causing me to moan into the kiss. the feeling of his phallus instead of his lengthy tactile member was drastically different. his member reached parts of me in which I didn't know existed. I felt my walls clench around him, which received a groan leaving the depths of his throat. his mouth attached to the crook of my neck as soon as he released the kiss. his speed picked a little bit, one hand traveled back down to my nether region. I felt as the edges of his digits played and rubbed my clit.

that familiar feeling of the knot growing in my stomach came back, the feeling of pleasure filling my body encouraged my hands to fly up into the friendly giant's hair, my fingers getting lost in the chin-length bight brown locks. my body arched and a loud moan left my plush pink lips as his length hit a spot in me that sent shocks of pure bliss through me.

"Mmmmm Sam faster!" I moaned out gripping his hair harder. as soon as he heard the words of approval he started to pick up speed, but I could tell he was holding back. with each thrust, I was closer and closer to the knot in my stomach untieing. he adds more pressure on my clit and rubbs faster. Sam keeps hitting the blissful spot, driving me closer to my edge.

I saw white as I felt the knot untie itself and leak out of my already soaking folds. I feel sam fill-up the latex inside me with one last sloppy thrust and a shaky breath. his hands make their way up to the sides of my abdomen, and his lips met mine for a sweet, soft, and loving kiss upon thy lips.

he pulls out of me when the kiss ends after ~30 seconds. he throughs the condom away in the trash across the bedroom, and joins me under the covers. his arms wrap around my body and pulling me close into his own vessel. we just lay under the covers, enjoying each other's company while he strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head from time to time.

"So do you wanna watch the movie again tomorrow?" I look at him to see a sly smirk painted across his face.

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a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

- - - - - - - -

Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady  looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. I've been experiencing moderate writer's block. Lol. So I decided to write a short, simple and stupid porn with a plot featuring you and Poe Dameron.

I also wanted to thank the handful of people who read my stuff.

I love fueling our mutual (and pervy) Poe Dameron obsessions.

Anyway, you are a fellow X wing pilot. You enjoy a playful and very flirty relationship with Poe Dameron.

Things haven't gotten too intimate between the two of you, just yet.

Until you have a bad day and Poe wants to make you feel better.

Warnings, gratuitous smut, porn with a plot, unprotected sex, female receiving oral sex, choking, not for anyone under 18.

Tease

You've known him for a number of years. Mr. Hot shot, head always in his cockpit Poe Dameron.

Your relationship was mostly platonic, maybe a little flirtatious.

He was a good friend but more importantly you could trust him.

When you were having a bad day Poe always tried to make you feel better.

Usually a stupid joke or a hug would do the trick.

To say you were having a bad day would be an understatement. Basically there was a short in the instrument panel of your X wing that was being stubborn, and after fighting with it all day you were at the end of your rope.

"You have such a filthy mouth. I love it".

You were startled for a moment until you realized who it was.

You were cussing loudly, and of course he thought it was hilarious.

Poe was looking up at you, with a huge smile on his handsome face.

"Poe, you aren't needed here, I'm busy". You answer back, the frustration evident in your voice.

"I was thinking about having a drink, or ten". He told you, a devilish smirk appearing on his face. "Do you want to join me? It might make you feel better".

"Sure, why not?" You reply quickly as you immediately disembark from your craft. "I've been fighting with this all day, I need a break".

Once inside the cantina you ordered your favorite drink. After a few drinks you were pretty tipsy, and already in a better mood.

Poe was tipsy too, your eyes met and almost immediately the mood shifted. He made the first move, and the two of you shared a steamy kiss, with plenty of tongue.

Of course he was an exceptional kisser. To the point where you were nearly breathless.

Your body was aching for him. Poe could tell by your breathing and your movements what you wanted.

After a few more rounds both of you were ready to go finish the night off at his place.

Once inside his quarters you felt warm, almost to the point of being overheated. Right there in his living room you began to strip your clothing off, taking him by surprise a little.

Poe started to kiss you again, and with a slight laugh he scooped you up into his arms and carried you off into his bedroom.

"Mmm, somehow you know exactly what I want". You teased with a giggle as you relaxed in bed, wearing only a bra and panties.

"It was fairly obvious when you stripped in my living room". Poe replied with a laugh, as he remained fully clothed.

"I was feeling hot". You replied quickly, still smiling.

"I bet you were". Poe whispered back as he kissed you again, lightly nibbling on your neck, which sent shivers down your spine.

He began to get undressed. His slim yet muscular body looked delicious in the dimly lit room. Poe was tanned perfection, you couldn't believe you were looking at someone so gorgeous.

His thick cock was hard, and oozing precum. Poe joined you in bed and gently spread your legs, his strong hand slipped between your bare skin and underwear.

He teasingly ran his finger softly against your wet slit, not penetrating you, only touching you gently.

"You're such a tease". You moan softly with a slight laugh.

"I know". Poe replied with a laugh as he continued to lightly touch you. "I want to be".

Your panties were now down around your ankles and your vulva was completely exposed.

Poe ran his fingers over your natural bush. Your hardened clit was peeking out at him so he ran his finger over it, marveling at how stiff you were.

His head went between your legs and he used his tongue to softly lick your erect clit, making you moan from pleasure.

Poe spread your labia out a little and began to lick around your wet hole as the tip of his nose rubbed against your still hard clit.

"You taste and smell so good". Poe told you as he continued to eat you out.

His words made you blush a little. Poe continued to circle his tongue around your throbbing hole as you wiggled around in absolute orgasmic nirvana.

You enjoyed your peak with his tongue inside of you, Poe was an expert at making a woman cum with his extremely talented mouth.

"I want to fuck you so badly". Poe confessed with a slight laugh as he climbed on top of you and gave you a passionate kiss.

You could smell and taste yourself all over him, and it was turning you on even more.

His honest words made you giggle a little. You began to moan as he slid his thick cock deep inside of your wetness and began to pound you, hard.

You were gripped onto him so tight that you were making Poe moan from ecstasy.

"Damn, you're extremely tight". Poe moaned as he wrapped one of his hands around your throat.

You were enjoying the feeling of his strong hand around the silky skin of your throat.

It was just the perfect amount of pressure, not too light, not too hard. But just enough to let you know who was in control.

"Fuck, you're such a pretty, bad girl". Poe groaned with a slight smile.

You could feel every vein on his thick, rock hard cock.

It was just you and him too. Flesh on flesh. Completely natural and raw.

Your legs were resting comfortably on his shoulders as he continued to pound you into sheer ecstasy.

You enjoy your peak with him buried deep. When Poe cums you feel his warm load fill you up.

"I'm so sorry, was I supposed to do that?" Poe immediately apologized afterwards as he snuggled you in his arms and gave you a kiss.

"No, you're fine". You tell him with a slight laugh.

"Mmm, that was really good". Poe told you with a relaxed smile as he continued to kiss you. "You're so adorable but very, very bad".

The end

[whatifxwereyou]

Lighting Part 5: Two Truths and a Lie

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Kung Lao x Reader

A/N: Sorry I haven't replied to things yet, I hid from the smut responses for awhile there out of nerves lol. I will address them tonight. Comments are super appreciated <3 Have I mentioned how much I love writing Chen? Also anyone notice a distinct absence of Liu Kang? Guess we're going to have to change that. Also will be doing a quick edit of some older chapters of ToS soon, probably. Posted that all so quickly that it's likely not polished.

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You were cold and clammy, shivering beneath your blankets. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep but there you were. The last thing you remembered was lying with Kung Lao, laughing, and holding each other after… You sat upright quickly and pushed your hair back but you were alone. Very much so. Had it been a dream? A wildly sexy dream? With the way that you were sore? No.

That and you were still wearing Kung Lao’s undershirt. It was dry and a little crunchy in places from sweat and rain.

It did smell like him which was nice. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and spotted a hastily scrawled note on your desk. Snatching it off the desk, you curled up against your pillows.

Kung Lao.

‘Didn’t want to leave but you slept in forever. Had to go.’

His penmanship was just as bad as yours was, you were taking note since everyone teased you about it. Setting the note in your desk drawer, you meditated for a few minutes. You were freezing and incredibly tired of having a fever. Your mind kept reeling over what you and Kung Lao had done. You’d laid down and giggled but hadn’t really said anything of substance. Then you’d passed out in exhaustion. It had been a hard day. You’d used the little energy you’d had left with Kung Lao.

It had been more than worth it. You even got a little thrill thinking about the things you’d done. It had been kind of perfect, honestly. You’d laughed, joked, and it had… you held your head in your hands and laughed to yourself. There you were mentally gushing over Kung Lao. He would have loved that. He never would have let you forget it either.

You were okay with that.

Being with him had been much more than anything you’d dreamt of and you had dreamt of it quite frequently over the years. More than you’d wanted to admit. Never once had you considered that those dreams would come true or that it would be anything better than what you could imagine. It had been far better.

“Crap.” You realized suddenly that you had completely neglected your one responsibility the prior day. You were supposed to meet with Feng to do sketches. Shit. You’d had every intention of meeting up with him after having trained with Kung Lao. Instead you’d stood him and slept with Kung Lao. Oops. You’d just say that time had gotten away from you. It wasn’t a lie, exactly. Feng was an understanding man but he always set you on edge. He was one of the monks who was a little afraid of you.

Who could blame him? You were kind of like a bomb waiting to explode. One wrong move and boom, ink impaling everyone. It’d been pretty okay the past few days. You hadn’t maimed anyone since Raiden had zapped you. Not even yourself! You’d passed out while training with Kung Lao but that was because you’d pushed past your limits. You’d known the risks and had taken them anyway.

Your shoulder was draining you now that you were up and about. After getting cleaned up and dressed, you slipped on a sling that Chen had given you days ago. You’d resisted wearing it until now but it seemed like the right thing to do when it hurt this badly. And it helped, taking some of the weight of your arm off of your shoulder. If you allowed it to rest now then you would be better for it later. You’d go to the infirmary to check in with Chen then you would meet up with Feng.

Between the fever, your arm, and the exhaustion from yesterday it made sense to check in. If you didn’t take care of yourself then no one else would and you wanted to get better, dammit. You were tired of feeling like half the warrior you’d been before you’d arrived. If it took all of your patience and effort, then you would see yourself better.

The infirmary was busier than you’d expected and Chen stopped you as soon as you stepped foot inside. “No. Get out.” You blinked in surprise. “There’s a bug going around and I’ll be damned if you catch that on top of everything else.” Chen was wearing a thin mask over her mouth and nose. So were the other monks. “Go wait in the hall and I’ll be with you in a minute.” On top of that, Chen was short with you too. “I have to talk to you about something so don’t run to do whatever it is you do, either okay?” She wagged her finger at you and then walked back into the infirmary before you could argue.

None of this behavior was entirely abnormal for Chen so you shrugged it off and walked back into the hall. Chen probably had some gossip that was beyond believing and wanted to share it. You usually agreed that the gossip was beyond belief and never put any weight on it. It made Chen happy to share though. You sat patiently in the hallway on a stone bench beneath a square window. Several people came in and out of the infirmary all wearing masks. Chen emerged a short time later and sat next to you with a huff. You had taken off your mask and gloves and stunk of antiseptic.

“I’m glad to see you. I could use a break from all of this.” Chen’s hair was a mess, like she’d run her fingers through it a dozen times and then pulled it in frustration.

“Is everything okay? It looks chaotic.”

“It’s not worse than a cold but everyone seems to be catching it at once. Don’t worry. We’re just trying to keep it from spreading.” You offered a relieved smile but it faded quickly. “We have to talk! I have words about those boys of yours.”

“They aren’t mine. Also quieter, please? Your voice carries in here.” You then pointed to your sling. “Also, could you do your job while we talk?” Chen chuckled and it was a sweet sound that you were relieved by. When Chen got all chaos-energy it drove your anxiety up the wall. You didn’t need any help with that, you had plenty of reasons to be anxious. Chen helped remove the sling and then tested your range of motion none too gently. You could handle a decent amount of pain at this point though. “Now what did you want to talk about?”

“I overheard those boys talking the other day.” Chen had stepped onto a platform of righteous anger but you were pretty sure that the least innocent monk on the planet had zero legs to stand on in comparison. That and you knew Liu and Lao pretty well so you doubted that whatever Chen had to say was that shocking. “They’ve been betting.”

“And so have you.” You chuckled. So what? They were friends. You were sure they did little things like that going all the time. You pulled your arm back as pain surged down your shoulder. “Ow, jeez, you’re going to yank it right out of joint. I came here to get help not to be abused.”

“Quit being a baby.” Chen rolled her eyes and tugged your arm back but you tugged it in response.

“One day I’m going to accidentally throat punch you then you’ll learn.”

“Don’t try to distract me, Y/N, I’m very angry! They’re betting on which one of them you’re going to choose.” Chen was righteously indignant again and while this did surprise you, you were also pretty sure that Chen had no right to be as upset as she was. “Who do they think they are? Hmm? Toying with a girl’s emotions like this just because they’re good looking?”

“I feel like I have to remind you that you and everyone else in the infirmary are betting on that too.” You had to remind Chen that she was being a hypocrite. Half the temple was betting on your feelings because they were bored. You’d come to terms with that. It was even a little funny. You couldn’t wait to see who wound up losing money but thinking about the ultimate end was too stressful. It wasn’t an end for you. You didn’t win anything. You just hurt one of them. No matter what you did, someone would get hurt.

“It’s not the same!”

“Isn’t it though?”

“We aren’t the ones vying for your attention! Our stake in this? It’s just money. Theirs isn’t. It’s manipulative. I’m disappointed in them, especially Liu, I feel like he knows better than this… honestly, from Lao? Not surprising but… Liu?” Chen went on and on. You tuned her out but felt your stomach take a dive sudden. Chen was fanning your face as if to realize that your blood pressure had dropped but was still complaining about the morality and complications this threw into the works.

Maybe Chen was right. Maybe it was manipulative.

You’d slept with Kung Lao.

Uh oh.

What exactly were the terms of this bet? Was that why Kung Lao had pushed you in the heat of the moment? You could have just made out but no, you’d slept together. Maybe Kung Lao had wanted to win their bet as much as he’d wanted to get into your pants.

No.

You hated that thought. Kung Lao could be abrasive but he wasn’t like that. Neither was Liu. Liu was definitely not like that. If he had been then he would have never gotten out of bed that morning when you’d woken up to him pressed against you in Huangshan. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t have pushed him away then either. Ugh, such slutty thoughts. Sometimes you wished you could be the way Chen wanted you to be.

You couldn’t picture Liu Kang agreeing to any bet that involved getting you out of your clothes. You could, however, picture Kung Lao making a joke about something like that. His humor wasn’t always the friendliest. But you were close. Closer than you’d ever been to anyone in your life. There was an unshakeable bond between you, like a thread of fate even. Would he really risk it over whatever the stakes of their bet were?

“I don’t think you’re listening to me, Y/N.” Chen swatted your shoulder and your thoughts were broken as pain shot into your chest. You cursed up a storm and pulled your arm protectively to your chest. You took ragged, short, pained breaths. Chen winced nervously. “That bad, huh?”

“Why would I be here if it wasn’t? Sometimes you’re mean!” You accused in a high pitch. Chen laughed but also looked apologetic and a little worried.

“Now that you say it, it’s pretty swollen after all my pulling.”

“Yeah, and you just smacked the crap out of me. What the hell, Chen?”

“I wanted to get your attention!”

“Uh, it worked.”

“I’m sorry.” Chen bowed her head politely and when she pulled on your arm again, she was much gentler. You were tense anyway. “I’m distracted. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit.”

“I love when you curse.”

“You really are the worst.”

“Did you hear anything that I said?”

“Yeah, I did.” You deflated. “I’m just processing. That’s all.” You were sure that you sounded morose.

“What does that mean?”

“You do realize that you don’t get to be angrier about this than I do, right?”

“Oh yes, queen of avoidance, I know.” Chen mocked. You slumped back against the wall. Chen let go of your arm and folded her hands politely in her lap. Then she narrowed her eyes and looked you over as if to try and decipher your body language. “Why that face? I thought you’d be angry, not sad.”

“I’m not anything yet. I’m thinking it over.” You sounded sad and you couldn’t deny that. It was frustrating to think that with all the tension, the close calls, the romance, that there were ulterior motives. You didn’t want to think that of either of them.

“Did you do something that would make this hurt?”

“I… uh…” You supposed that you had done something that could make it hurt, yeah. You puffed up your cheeks and then let the air out slowly and avoided looking at Chen. Chen gasped in realization and you internally cringed.

“You did, didn’t you? You finally slept with one of them!” Chen’s anger disappeared and was replaced with glee.

“Could you please be quiet?” You betrayed herself immediately to try and keep Chen from shouting to the heavens that you’d spread your legs in the middle of the hall before the infirmary.

“I’m right! Finally! You had some fun! God, it took you long enough.” Chen grabbed your hand and practically bounced on the bench next to you, smile wide, eyes sparkling with delight. You did not smile. You were open mouth frowning, in fact, appalled by everything about this conversation. “Was it Liu? I bet it was Liu. He’s been chasing you since you got here so it’s about time that he made a move. Was he good? Details, please! I always pictured him to be a generous…” Chen drifted off as you pulled your hand back and then rested your head in your hands. Your ears were ringing over Chen’s babbling. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I…” You were beating herself up. Shit. You really hadn’t done any thinking yesterday. Oh no. Pinching the bridge of your nose you took careful deep breaths to try and keep the sudden catastrophizing in your head from snowballing. You’d had fun with Kung Lao. It had been an amazing experience. But now there was this bet and you hadn’t thought about Liu at all. Fuck. “I guess that I’m suddenly feeling… embarrassed.” You laughed as the word came out but then you pouted. “And a little slutty. And maybe one of them has won a bet now and maybe… maybe there were motives that didn’t have much to do with me, you know, which doesn’t feel all that great. And… honestly? I admire both of them so much. I don’t want to think of them like that… and…”

“Hey, calm down, hold on.” Chen managed to stifle her glee. “Forget about those boys for just a second.”

“Hard to.”

“Look at me, Y/N.” Chen was serious which was a rare moment. You huffed which made Chen giggle. “You are nota slut and this is no reason to be embarrassed.” You rolled your eyes. “Did you have fun?”

“I thought that you were trying to be a good friend for a second there, but now you are fishing for information.”

“I am, yes, but listen to me if you were slutty then you would have been bouncing between those two men quite literally for weeks now.”

“You are the worst monk.” You laughed. Chen had a way of painting inappropriate mental pictures that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

“But listen to me! You didn’t do that. You tore yourself apart about it and waited for forever.”

“It was like a couple of weeks at most.”

“And even if you were a slut, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing. You get it, girl. You earned it. From both of them. Let’s take the word back, right?”

“Chen, sometimes I think that your brain might be more broken than mine.”

“Do you know how much I would love it if you were slutty? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that you’re no because that’s risky but… you know, the gossip would be great.” Chen then frowned and her anger returned. You were on a rollercoaster just from Chen’s emotions. “And if either one of those boys ends up hurting you then they’ll have to deal with me.”

You laughed at the mental image.

“What? What’s that for? I can be scary if I want to be!”

“Have you seen them, Chen? I don’t think they’re going to be afraid of you.” You puffed up your chest purposely to imitate their muscular stature.

“Oh, sweetie, I won’t fight them. Trust me. There are other ways to get to men like that.” Chen suddenly seemed very dangerous. You were grateful to her for having talked you off the proverbial ledge. Well, sort of. At least you weren’t panicking anymore.

“What am I supposed to do?” You closed your eyes and slumped against the wall. “Damn. I didn’t even think about Liu.” You frowned and then practically inhaled your lips. Chen’s eyes went wide and she smacked your leg. “You are so violent today.”

“It was Lao, then? You slept with Kung Lao?” Chen couldn’t have sounded more surprised. You had guessed where Chen had placed her bets a long time ago.

“You are the loudest you have ever been. Is it not obvious to you how uncomfortable I am?” You leaned your elbows on your knees and held your head in your hands again. “This a mess. Such a mess. Okay. Okay… I’ve got to stop my thoughts from rattling around the way they are.”

“Don’t panic, Y/N.” Chen lowered her voice finally.

“I slept with Kung Lao,” you whispered harshly. “Why exactly shouldn’t I panic?”

“Well, I mean, you like Kung Lao, right?”

“Obviously I like Kung Lao, Chen.” You hissed with a laugh. You’d slept with him! What more obvious a sign could there be that you liked Kung Lao?

“Well, you weren’t stupid about it, right?”

“Uh…” Your voice was high-pitched again and Chen’s jaw dropped and she smacked your leg over and over. You erupted into laughter and despite Chen’s obvious disapproval, she was delighted.

“Y/N!” Chen was trying to look serious but you were struggling to stop laughing. You couldn’t help it! It was comical! This was all such a mess that you had no choice but to laugh. God, you were a moron. Why hadn’t you stopped him long enough to make him put on a condom or something? You were an idiot but you couldn’t stop laughing. You fanned your face which was burning hot. “Dancing leads to babies, Y/N. Has no one had this talk with you?” You were practically crying with laughter. This was hilarious and awful at the same time. “We’re getting you on birth control immediately and I think I have something lying around that I can whip up for the morning after. You know, Y/N, I thought you were a smart girl.”

“Listen…” You snorted with laughter. “I don’t have an excuse. I’m sorry.” You laughed harder and covered your mouth. It hurt to laugh that hard.

“I’m starting to worry that you’re cracking up. This is a disproportionate amount of laughter.” Chen was trying not to laugh too.

“But it’s funny.” You tried to clear your throat and get it together, fanning your face again. “Okay. I’m okay. This is such a mess but I’m okay.”

“Does this mean that you’ve made your choice? That I should be… handing out winnings?” Chen looked to you hopefully.

“I hate that first of all. And secondly, I have to be honest. I don’t think my brain was really involved in much of what Kung Lao and I did yesterday. It was an action, not a choice. I don’t know what it meant because Kung Lao was gone when I woke up this morning. We haven’t talked about it and talking to him about feelings is… ugh… you just have to lock us up and take away every other topic of conversation until we’re both out of sarcasm. That could take weeks.” You stared at the floor and massaged your temple. The idea of having a serious conversation with Kung Lao about your feelings made you sick to your stomach. You’d only even confessed any of your truth to him out of spite. “That and I haven’t seen Liu Kang in like a week now… ever since…” You patted your chest and then slumped your shoulders. “God, I’m so mixed up.”

“What’s your heart saying? It’s got to have something for Kung Lao for you to do that. Either that or you finally gave in to all that testosterone he throws around.”

“Of course there’s something in my heart for him, Chen. I dreamt of that man for years. He was this… ideal guy in my head. The boyfriend I never had and was still somehow hung up on. But that was just in my head. That Kung Lao isn’t real. And the one that is…” You sighed and gave yourself the shivers thinking about it. “He’s better than the guy in my head because he’s not perfect. Perfect is boring. I… I never thought that I’d see him again and here he is and then we…”

“You…? And he was….?

“He was fun. We laughed.” You felt your cheeks hot just thinking about it. “You’re the worst, by the way, but you’ve been patient with me so whatever. We… were sort of arguing, honestly. We often argue playfully like that and then he just… I said something I didn’t mean to say and…” You exhaled deeply and shook your head. “He just picked me up and... Look, I’m not… good at talking about this stuff. It was fun. And if you repeat any of this, so help me Chen, I will come for you.”

“I only enjoy the gossip if it’s not hurting anyone.” Chen smiled. “But when you’re ready, I’m spreading it like wildfire.”

“I hate that.”

“Cross my heart. For now.”

“I’m not getting into dirty details, Chen. I don’t think I have it in me.”

“Just something, anything.”

“It wasn’t disappointing, okay? It was…”

“He’s kinky, isn’t he? I could picture that.”

“Oh, Chen.” You laughed, covering your eyes with your palm.

“I knew it.” Chen whispered.

“Okay, enough teasing me for now.”

“Okay, okay.” Chen was quieter than you were used to but you were grateful for it. “And what about Liu?”

“I don’t know. Everything about my relationship and connection with Liu Kang is different than the one with Kung Lao. Our friendship is entirely different. The way we talk is even different. There’s just… no real way to compare them. And I feel guilty because we were really close and I’ve had way more close calls with Liu than with Lao and now… I haven’t seen him in a week.”

“Yeah, oh… I heard about his morning surprise that you neglected to tell me about, by the way. Embarrassing having to hear it from him rather than you. I thought we were friends. Friends tell each other when a hot guys wake up with morning wood pressed against you.”

You nearly choked to death on your own spit. Chen patted you on the back to try to help you breathe but was laughing now too. “Do we though?”

“That’s what you get for no telling me.” Chen teased. “I overheard them talking about it when I learned about their bet.” Oh good, that meant Kung Lao knew too. So, they just talked about you like that, huh?

“I should have never left my room today. This is a mess.”

“It is. But it’s also going to be okay.” Chen chuckled. “So, tell me about that morning.”

“I’m going to have to owe you that conversation later. I don’t think I can physically talk about it right now.”

“Fine, but only because you gave me so much gossip already.” Chen sighed dreamily. “Before you go anywhere I have about ten different pills to give you. Vitamins to keep you from this cold, birth control, and a horrible concoction to make sure you’re not knocked-up with a tiny little Kung Lao. We’re going to keep an eye on that, by the way. Journal your cycle.”

“You know, I was on birth control before my dojo burned down. I really… it never crossed my mind after I got here. I’m a moron. I deserve this. Please, joke away.” You laughed to yourself.

“You are the dumbest smart person I know.” Chen teased again. “Any idea what you’re going to do about their bet?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I’m… I need to think about it. I’d like to think that it’s not something that’s been done to manipulate me but… you know, it’s not like they’ve told me about it or anything. Either I have to confront them or be patient. And considering how happy Lao was, you know, to push me up against the wall… I don’t know. I have to think on it.”

“I love when you give me details without meaning to.” Chen patted your leg. “You know, I expected you to be furious with them but you aren’t. Why am I angrier about it than you?”

“Well you overhear things like that and jump to wild conclusions as like… a hobby.” You were relieved that your brain had stopped buzzing. “Where… I know the truth is more complicated than it appears. I know Kung Lao is, well, he’s allergic to his feelings. But I also don’t think that he has it in him to do something like this maliciously. I’m going to hear them out before I decide if I’m angry or hurt.” That was the right thing to do. Yeah, it would likely eat you up inside until then. You’d likely toss between not caring and being afraid that your relationships had been dictated by an external source. But you also knew them well enough to know that there had to be more to it than what Chen had overheard. That and Chen’s mind was so twisted with gossip that you were sure there was more to it.

Chen was talking again but you were drained. You knew that you should go meet with Feng to do those sketches but you were also considering taking the day to rest. Chen made you eat and then gave you a series of medicines. Something for the swelling in your shoulder, vitamins to prevent against the bug going around, and something to make up for your lack of foresight with Kung Lao. She also, embarrassingly, gave you a box of condoms.

“Why, in a temple full of monks, do you have these on hand?”

“I’ve been praying for this day, that’s all.” Chen patted your arm. “So, what size does he need?”

“I… uh…” Your face was hot.

“Don’t be shy. Just give me a hand gesture and I’ll…”

“You’re the worst.” You were cackling with laughter again, your face burning. “Just give me the box. You don’t need to know.” You snatched the box from Chen who tried to hold it as collateral. Then you tucked it into your cardigan, buried as far under the rest of the medicine as you could make it.

“I just want to know.” Chen whined. “Paint me a word picture, Y/N.”

“Just use your imagination, Chen. You’re good at that.” You patted Chen on the shoulder and cleared your throat. “I’m going now. Before this becomes more mortifying.”

“Don’t forget to journal, okay?”

“Yeah. Please stop talking to me now.”

“Love you!”

“You’re the worst.” You practically fled the infirmary.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons

Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 

By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 

Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.

Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 

If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 

She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 

If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.

She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.

She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).

With Kurapika:

Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).

Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.

Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.

With Chrollo:

DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.

Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

One word: power. 

That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.

Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.

There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.

Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.

As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.

With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).

She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.

She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.

Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.

To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :

Cat Outfit

Cat Outfit with Buttplug

Bunny Outfit Regina George reference

Neon in Shibari ropes

Chrollo and Neon

Kurapika and Neon

Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]

Neon in pink lingerie

[absideon-ephemeral]

II - Roommates, Commanders, and Generals.

A/N: And they were roommates - I'm sorry. The next chapter will be a lot more interesting as we finally get into the plot. And just as a heads up, THERE WILL BE NO SMUT AT ALL. Idk how to write it and I don't want to make a complete fool of myself if I do so. If I ever learn I may add some.

Warnings: mild language, curse words.

METANOIA Masterlist

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Who knew a ship could be so damn big.

     I had walked and walked, following the map on my datapad to my quarters, which seemed to be on the other side of the ship. It was nearly midnight and I still hadn't reached it.

     During the entire walk, I couldn't get the strange encounter with Kylo Ren out of my head. Why had he just stared at me? What was that prickling sensation? My mind was going so fast, asking so many questions, that I almost ran into a wall. I had stopped myself just short a couple of inches from slamming right into it. I stood there, recollecting myself, as a quiet, minuscule beeping came from my datapad.

     Looking down, the beeping was signifying that I had reached my destination. In front of me were my quarters and not some random wall.

"For kriffs sake, finally," I muttered.

     I shut off my pad and went to reach for the control panel next to me, but I stopped myself from hitting the door button. Are my roommates already inside? What if they're already asleep? I don't want to get on their bad side, who knows how long I'll be rooming with them.

"Hey!"

     My head whips to the side to be met with a stormtrooper.

"What are you doing here?" They asked. From the sounds of it, the stormtrooper was female.

"I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be rooming here." My words flew out fast and uneasy.

"Whose orders?" The stormtrooper asked.

"Head technician Ademir. He said that there were no available rooms in the technicians' quarters and that this was the first available spot," I explained.

     The stormtrooper made a noise of understanding and hit the door button on the panel. It slid open with a slight whoosh and was pitch black inside. The stormtrooper went in, turning the lights on in the process. I stood there, awkwardly, almost waiting for an invitation.

"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?" The stormtrooper said.

"Uh, yeah right." I hurriedly walked in, the door closing behind me.

     The room was semi spacious. It had two dressers, three beds, each with its small nightstand; a refresher, and a window that outlooked the galaxy.

I made my way further in and sat on the bed that looked unoccupied. I sat rather stiffly as the stormtrooper began to take off her armor.

     Her helmet came off first, revealing dark skin, that almost seemed to have a honey glow to it, brown eyes, and a pretty face.

"So what's your name little technician?" She asked. Without the helmet on, I could hear an accent that was unfamiliar to me. I gave her my name and asked for hers.

"LN-7245." She answered as she continued to undress.

"LN-72- okay, that's a lot to call you by. Do you have a nickname or something I can use?" I asked.

She momentarily stopped her movements. "No. All we ever go by is our numbers." She then resumed, sitting down on the bed to take off her shin armor.

"Well, what about," I pondered for a second, "Leonora or Leo for short." She looked up at me.

"Leonora," she tested the name on her tongue, "I like it. Sounds nice. Where'd you come up with that?"

" Your number started with LN. I just took it from there and made something out of it that sounded pretty."

"Well, thank you for that." Leonora stood up, grabbed a case from under her bed, and began to pack away her armor for tomorrow.

When she finished, she grabbed some clothes, presumably sleep ones, out of the drawer on her nightstand. Before walking away to the refresher to change, she turned to the bed farthest away from me and smacked the person, who I honestly didn't even see, that was lying in it. They awoke with a start, cursing in Durese, a language known by space travelers.

"Why would you do that? I was sleeping so nicely!" They groaned. It was another female. This one had blond hair with brown streaks, blue eyes, and a pretty face as well.

"We have a new roommate. Be nice." Leonora smacked her again with her clothes and went to the refresher to change.

The girl grumbled something then turned to me, leaning back on her elbows, her head cocked to the side.

"So, what's your name?" She asked. I gave it to her. She peered at me curiously.

"You don't look like a stormtrooper." She pointed out.

I laughed. "What gave that away?"

She looked me up and down, "You don't have the body of a stormtrooper. And the way you seem to carry yourself, I'd assume you're a technician."

"Right you are." She laughed.

"I'm ZA-7283."

"Nice to meet you. Can I give you a nickname?" I asked.

"Nickname?" She asked. Leonora walked out of the refresher, dressed in comfy, all-black, nightclothes.

"She gave me one," Leo laid down on her cot, putting hands behind her head, "I'm Leonora, Leo for short." She had an air of pride around her.

The other girl gasped. "That sounds so cool! I want one too!"

"Okay, um, how about Zariah?" I suggested.

"Ooo, I like that. Makes me sound badass!" Zariah exclaimed. Leo and I laughed at her enthusiasm.

After we all calmed down, Zariah asked me a question.

"So why did they put a technician with two stormtroopers?"

I told her the same thing I told Leo.

"Ahhh okay. Well, at least you got two roommates who aren't sticks in the mud. That would've sucked." Zariah laid back down. I nodded in agreement.

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit."

     I hoped to maker that there were no higher-up officials around, because if so, I would've most likely faced punishment. I was currently running through the halls like a mad man with my jumpsuit half on and struggling to carry my small tool bag.

     I had completely forgotten to set an alarm last night, causing me to wake up 20 minutes late, which is by no means acceptable. Leo and Zari left way before me, as troopers have to get up earlier than the techs, and they didn't even bother to wake me up.

So now I had to resort to dashing my way through the metal halls, weaving in and out of other technicians and stormtroopers. As I slid around a corner, I suddenly ran straight into something. The force I hit it with was enough to send me sprawling backward onto the cold metal floor. I groaned in slight pain and made an effort to sit up. Regaining my bearings, my sight is immediately met with black boots.

My blood ran cold.

Trailing my eyes up, all I see is black. Black pants, a black shirt, a black cloak, and a black helmet.

The prickling sensation returns. This time it's sifting through my mind, weaving in and out of the crevices.

Kylo Ren.

I scramble to my feet as quickly as possible and bring my arm into a salute. Once again, the black soulless eyes of his mask stare into the very depths of me.

"Please forgive me, Commander, sir!" The wavering words flew out. He said nothing, and I feared that he would whip out his lightsaber and end me right then and there. But he simply stared for a few more moments then briskly walked away, the prickling fading with him.

I watched as he left, not dropping my salute until he disappeared completely and I could no longer hear his boots on the metal floor.

When I had deemed it safe, I dropped my arm and breathed a sigh of relief. Gathering myself together, zipping up my uniform properly, and grabbing my bag, I made my way to my task for the day.

I was assigned to fix some damage in a meeting room, presumably caused by Kylo Ren during a meeting that had gone sour.

But when I walked through the doors metal blast doors, I couldn't help but curse.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

In front of me was one of the biggest messes I have ever seen. The poor innocent wallhad been slashed many times by a burning saber, leaving deep jagged lines. They crossed and weaved in and out of one another, forming some type of chaotic artwork. No matter the strange beauty, this was going to be a pain to fix.

Setting my bag down, I went closer to inspect the damage. The wiring underneath it had been damaged severely. Some areas are worse than others, but half of the underneath panels would need to be replaced.

Looking away from the wall, I took notice of a larger bag of tools and a welding cart set off of the side; free for me to use. I walk over to the bag, open it, and grab my first piece.

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Four hours and counting. That's how long I've been fixing this mess. And I haven't even gotten to re-welding the slashes yet.

For the last hour, I've been working in a tight space. Literally.

To fix some of the wires in one of the deeper slashes, I had to go inside the wall. It required me to remove the vent cover, which resided right below the slash near the floor, and crawl inside; upside down. It took me several tries and having to unzip my jumpsuit halfway, revealing my black under tank, and tie the sleeves around my waist to finally weasel in. My back was flat against the air vent as I worked and I could hardly hear anything. Honestly, it was a miracle I even fit. After removing the air duct lining, I was able to finally access the wires.

Which leads me up to now. I was in the process of attaching one of my last wires, peacefully working and oblivious to the outside world, when something unexpectedly nudged my foot.

The sensation made me jolt up, my head slamming into the roof of the duct.

"Kriff!" The word escaped as pain now radiated through my head. My foot was nudged again. "One moment please!" I shouted. I began to weasel my way back out, having slight difficulty due to not being able to see much.

Once I finally got my head and arms out, I sat on the ground, blinking my eyes to adjust to the harsh lighting, having been in a dark vent for the last hour.

"Did you hear me?"

My head whipped up, and I was met with someone you hoped to never meet; the infamous, General Hux.

I stood immediately, getting a slight head rush from the fast movement, and saluted. "General Hux, sir." I addressed him.

He looked at me with distaste; not pleased to see me without my uniform on properly. But there was no going back now. He looked me up and down, a frown forming on his face. He was just like I've heard him to be. Short, red-haired, and a not-so-pleasing face that was always screwed up in a face of displeasure.

He huffed and spoke again. "Did you hear me at all?" His voice was snobby and pitched.

"No sir, I couldn't hear anything in there." I curtly replied, taking notice of the men behind him. Other Generals and officers, I had never seen, but by the way they presented themselves, they were important.

"Well, I had asked what you are doing in here. This is a restricted area to those without permission." He sneered, obviously not liking me.

"I was tasked to fix this damage, sir. Some of the wirings needed to be replaced but I could only access it through the vent, sir." I remained still, keeping my salute.

"On whose orders?"

"Head technician Ademir, sir. I have the assignment on my data-pad if you wish to see, sir."

"That won't be necessary. Do you have any other tasks to do?" He was growing frustrated at my presence.

"No sir, I don't. This is my only one due to how much work it requires." I answered. He huffed and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the blast doors opening, and someone walking in. My view was blocked by the other men, but General Hux rolled his eyes, already knowing who had entered.

"Ah, Commander, how pleasant of you to join us."